"Nature must have intended this island for a prison," remarked Miss
Vander Heyden, as she looked up at the inaccessible precipices by which
Saint Helena is environed. "Nothing but a bird could make its way into
the interior, except by the landing-places, and the narrow paths which
lead up the mountain-sides from them."
"True," asserted the captain; "and there are only four landing-places
which it is possible for a boat to approach, and three of them are more
or less dangerous. This one which we are now drawing near to is the
only one in the island which deserves the name of a landing-place."
"And it would be difficult for an enemy to assail that," remarked
Rivers, as he glanced at the fortified lines, bristling with cannon,
which commanded the quay. "It would take a great many ships of the line
to silence those batteries. Even then, from the tops of those cliffs,
any force that attempted a landing might be destroyed without the
possibility of retaliation. Yes, I agree with you, Miss Vander Heyden;
Napoleon's heart, if he ever really contemplated an escape from his
captivity, must have died within him when he came within sight of these
precipices."
"You are right, sir," said Captain Ranken. "That was his real ground of
complaint against Saint Helena. He talked of the unhealthiness of the
climate, and the badness of his accommodation, and the rudeness of the
officials in charge of him. But the true grievance was that escape was
impossible."
"Ay," said Mr Moritz; "your countrymen made better jailors than those
who had charge of him at Elba. Small blame to you, too. If he had been
shut up in any place, which he could have got out of, he would have
lived long enough to turn Europe upside down once more."
"Is the climate unhealthy?" inquired Mr Walters.
"Unhealthy! no, not a bit of it," replied the captain. "I resided here
once for two years, as one of the Company's agents. I should say it was
a particularly healthy country for Europeans. It is both mild and
uniform in its temperature, never excessively hot, and never very cold.
An English August and an English January would both of them astonish the
natives of Saint Helena. The trade wind gives a succession of steady
and equable breezes, and tropical storms are almost unknown."
"It is very bare and ungenial in its appearance, any way," remarked
Annchen.
"Ah, Miss Annchen, that comes of trusting to first appearances," said
Captain Ranken. "You will find it greatly improve on nearer
acquaintance. But here we are, and here are our conveyances waiting for
us."
They landed accordingly, and, after crossing the drawbridge, passed
under the arched gateway, and entered the principal street of the town.
This was not very long, not containing more than fifty or sixty houses,
but these were mostly of a handsome appearance, resembling English
houses for the most part, two storeys in height, and whitewashed. The
population seemed to be almost entirely negro; but a bronzed old
soldier, who told them that he had in his youth kept guard at Napoleon's
grave, offered himself as their guide, and his services were accepted.
Under his guidance they began their ascent, which had been constructed
with enormous labour along the side of the almost perpendicular
precipices, and which tried the nerves of some of the party, who were
not accustomed to climbing. For a long way the ascent exhibited nothing
but the spectacle of naked and barren rocks, but after the first two
miles were passed, the eyes of the travellers were relieved by the
sudden sight of wooded heights, diversified by picturesque villas and
cultivated gardens. Trees which were quite new to some of the party
grew on either side of the pathway. The Indian banyan and bamboo, the
mimosa, the aloe, and the prickly pear of Southern Africa, were to be
found side by side with Australian gum trees, and the mulberries of
Southern Europe. There appeared also to be a variety of tropical
fruits; figs, limes, mangoes, guavas, citrons, bananas, and pomegranates
grew and throve, apparently, in the gardens which they passed. The
temperature altered sensibly as they approached Longwood, which indeed
is nearly eighteen hundred feet above the level of the sea.
"This seems a comfortable house enough," remarked Redgy, as they entered
the grounds,--"not an imperial palace, to be sure, but that was hardly
to be expected."
"He was comfortable enough, I expect," said Captain Ranken,--"as
comfortable as he would have been anywhere. Indeed, he wouldn't go into
the big house which the English Ministry had built for him. No, it was
the being shut up at all that he didn't like."
"You are right, sir," remarked the old sergeant with a smile. "If they
had taken the palace of Versailles over for him, he wouldn't have liked
it any better."
"Did you ever see him?" inquired Rivers.
"No, sir; I didn't come to the island till just before his death; but my
father-in-law, who died a few years ago, was a soldier under Sir Hudson
Lowe's command; and he told me that he had often been set as one of the
sentries round Longwood, and had seen Buonaparte again and again. It
was a troublesome duty keeping guard on him."
"How so?" asked Walters.
"Why, sir, they were obliged--one of them, that is, was obliged--to see
Bony with his own eyes once in every twenty-four hours--to make sure of
him, you see, sir. There was always a fancy that he was trying to make
his escape to America."
"There was some ground for that, if what I have read is true," remarked
Rivers.
"Maybe, sir," said Sergeant Thorpe. "Anyhow, Sir Hudson always acted as
though he believed it; and he insisted that one of the men should see
Bony every day, and make sure he was there; and nothing that he did made
Bony so angry. He would take every means of preventing it that he
could. He would shut himself up sometimes for a whole day, and allow no
one to enter his room but his own servants. They were all in the same
mind as himself about it; and even if they hadn't been, they durstn't
for the life of them let any one go into the room where he was. Some of
our chaps hung about the entrance for an hour or two, or longer than
that, before they could get a sight of him. My father-in-law told me
that one day, when he had waited for ever so long without being able to
see Buonaparte, he hid himself behind one of the curtains in the hall
and stayed there till bed-time. About ten o'clock Bony came out on his
way to bed. My father-in-law got a clear sight of him, but Bony caught
a glimpse of the end of his shoe sticking out from under the curtain.
My father-in-law was hauled out, and had to explain what brought him
there. A complaint was sent to Sir Hudson--and to the Government, I
believe, too--that an attempt had been made to assassinate him! But
there were so many stories of the same kind, none of which had any
foundation, that very little attention was paid to it."
"No," said Captain Ranken. "The Government would have had little else
to do, if they had attended to all his complaints. So this is the house
where the great emperor lived, is it?"
"Lived and died, sir," said Sergeant Thorpe. "This is the room where he
used to sit and dictate, and this the bedroom where he died. There was
a terrible storm on the day of his death, the 4th of May 1821. I can
just remember it, having come here when I was a young boy, a few weeks
before. The people in the island say there has never been such a storm
known before or since. All the trees about the place were torn up, and
among them the willow, under which was his favourite seat."
"Were you present at his burial?" inquired Margetts.
"No, sir, I was too young to be taken. I was left at home with my nurse
and little sister, but almost every one in the island was there. We
will go down and look at it now, if you please. It lies in a small
valley. The spot was a favourite resort of his, and there he had asked
to be buried."
The party accordingly quitted Longwood, and followed the sergeant down
to the spot he indicated. It was a lovely place, but very little
attempt had been made further to beautify it. A mound of about three
hundred feet in circumference, overgrown with grass, had been surrounded
with a simple palisade. About the middle of this there was a tomb
constructed of stone enclosed by an iron railing. There was neither
inscription nor monument, the coffin having been deposited in a vault
beneath, and the roof cemented over.
"I have stood here sentinel many a day, gentlemen," said the sergeant,
"when I was a young man. There used to be a many visitors who came to
see it--mostly old soldiers who had fought under him."
"Do you remember the removal of the body to France?" inquired Rivers.
"Yes, sir, I saw that myself," replied Thorpe; "it was nearly twenty
years after his burial. The son of the king of France, that then was,
came to take the body to Europe. It was a grand sight. I was one of
the soldiers on duty that day. The earth was dug away until they came
to the vault, which had been overlaid with cement, but this was found to
be so hard that the workmen's tools broke one after another, and it was
a long time before they could make the slightest impression upon it. At
last they did make their way through it, and lifted up the large white
stone, and exposed the coffin. When the lid was taken off there lay the
great emperor, not the least changed, it appeared, by all the twenty
years he had lain there. The features were not even shrunk, and there
were the orders on his breast, and the cocked hat by his side, scarcely
tarnished. After the coffin had been removed they replaced the stones
as they were before. A good many people still visit this place, but not
nearly so many, of course, as formerly."
The party now took leave of Sergeant Thorpe, and returned to Jamestown.
"Why didn't Whittaker make one of our party?" asked Margetts of Walters,
as they rode side by side down the precipitous path.
"I don't quite know," said Walters. "For some reason or other, he is
very unwilling to be absent from his cabin for any long time together.
I have noticed that almost every hour he goes down to it. I suppose he
has something valuable there, which he thinks it necessary to keep an
eye upon."
"I don't know but what he's right," remarked Rivers. "One or two of the
crew strike me as being by no means the most desirable shipmates. That
fellow Bostock, and Van Ryk, the boatswain's mate, and one or two
others, if they are honest fellows, don't look it. I spoke to the
captain about it a day or two ago, and he agreed with what I said. But
he told me that he and Wyndham kept a sharp look-out upon them, and when
the ship reached Port Elizabeth, he meant to get rid of them. It is
only a few of whom he has any suspicion; the rest are all right."
The next day the voyage was resumed, and after rather more than a week's
run, Cape Town was reached. Here there was a delay of several days.
Vander Heyden went ashore with his sister to the house of a friend, with
whom he resided during the whole of the ship's stay in harbour.
He had been very angry with his friend and sister for joining the
English party to Longwood, and would have broken off all acquaintance
with Rivers and his friend, if Moritz and Annchen would have allowed it.
But though he succeeded so far to prevent anything like close intimacy,
he could not prevent civilities from being offered and accepted; and
Vander Heyden had seen too much of Captain Ranken, to venture upon any
repetition of the conduct which had brought about the collision between
them a fortnight before.
During the stay at Cape Town an unfortunate incident occurred, which
caused the captain much greater vexation than the misconduct of his
Dutch passenger. Nearly a dozen of his best men, who had been allowed
by the second mate, in the absence of his superior officers, to go on
shore, were reported missing, and all inquiries after them proved vain.
Either they had been bribed to serve on board some foreign ship, or to
join some party to the interior. Captain Ranken was obliged to supply
their place, as well as he could, with some men whom he had picked up at
Cape Town, but whose appearance he by no means liked.
"We must keep a sharp look-out upon them, Wyndham," he said on the
morning of the day after that on which they had resumed their voyage.
"If it wasn't that it would be impossible to navigate the ship without
them, there's hardly one of these fellows with whom I would like to
sail. I shall send them adrift at Port Elizabeth, along with Bostock
and Van Ryk and Sherwin. I expect there will be no lack of good hands
there."
"Well, it won't be very long, sir," said Wyndham,--"not above three or
four days at the outside, and there are enough of us to put down any
disturbance during that time. I'll speak to Mr Rivers and Mr
Whittaker, and the others. They'd be very useful if any disturbance
occurs."
"I will speak to Mr Whittaker myself," said the captain. "He told me
something yesterday, an hour or two after we left the harbour, which if
he had mentioned before, I should have taken certain steps, which it
would be too late to take now. I gave him my mind on the subject,
though there was no great use in doing that."
"What, he has something valuable on board, I suppose?" observed Wyndham;
"I have suspected as much for a long time. That was why he would not go
ashore at Saint Helena, then?"
"Yes," said the captain; "I think under the circumstances it is quite as
well you should know, Wyndham. He has got 5000 pounds in specie, which
he is taking out to the bank at Maritzburg. Of course he was bound to
tell me--to give it into my custody, in fact--before we sailed. He
declares he did not know that. That may be true, though it seems
strange he should be ignorant of it. But, any way, it is no use
discussing that matter any further."
"No, sir. I suppose you have it in your charge now?"
"Yes, of course. I have put it away in the strong cupboard, and will
not deliver it up till we reach Durban."
"And what made Mr Whittaker tell you about it this morning, more than
on any other day?" asked Wyndham.
"That is one of the most unpleasant features in the matter," rejoined
the captain. "Mr Whittaker has always kept his cabin locked throughout
the voyage, and has never been absent from it for any considerable time.
Until this morning, he had no suspicion but what everything was
perfectly safe. But last night, after the passengers had gone to bed,
he fancied he heard a noise in the passage, and caught a glimpse of some
one hurrying away. This morning, on going into his cabin, he found
Bostock there; and on his inquiring what business the man had in his
cabin, Bostock muttered something about having gone in to clean it out.
But it is not Bostock's business to clean the cabins. Mr Whittaker was
alarmed, and came to me immediately afterwards."
"Indeed, sir! That looks ugly, certainly. You must get rid of Bostock
when we get to Port Elizabeth."
"I have already said that I meant to do so. Indeed, I would have
dismissed him at Cape Town, if Mr Whittaker had spoken to me in time.
All that we can now do is to keep a bright look-out. Mr Whittaker and
I are alternately to keep watch in my cabin, until we drop anchor in
Algoa Bay. You had better keep an eye on Bostock; and it would be as
well if you asked Mr Rivers to help you in doing so. Mr Rivers is, to
my mind, as stout-hearted and cool-headed a fellow as any we have on
board."
"I agree with you in that, sir, and will see Mr Rivers at once. But I
don't apprehend much mischief from John Bostock. The man seems to me as
if he had lost his head."
If Mr Wyndham could have been present at a conversation which had taken
place an hour or two before between Bostock, Van Ryk, Andersen, the
captain's servant, and a sailor named Sherwin, he would hardly have
expressed this opinion. John Bostock, little as Wyndham suspected it,
was by birth a gentleman. He was the son of a Lincolnshire squire of
ancient family, but very reduced means. His father was the last of a
long series of spendthrifts, who had gradually reduced a noble
inheritance to a heap of encumbrances. Langley Cargill, or, as he now
called himself, John Bostock, was one of his younger sons. He followed
in his father's steps, and was soon hopelessly involved in debt. He
tried to live by successful betting and gambling, but failed here also,
and was reduced to extreme straits, when a boon companion, a man of some
influence, obtained for him a commission in a Dutch regiment quartered
at the Hague. Here he was safe from creditors, and had an income upon
which it would have been possible to live decently, if strict economy
had been observed. But to Cargill economy had become impossible. He
fell into his old courses, and would probably have soon been expelled
from the Dutch service, if his ruin had not been precipitated by an
outrage which drew on him the punishment of the law.
In the second year of his residence he was attracted by the grace and
beauty of a young girl, who had just made her first appearance in
public. Langley contrived to obtain an introduction, which he tried for
several months to improve into an acquaintance. The lady's friends, who
were aware of his character, interfered to prevent this. Her brother,
in particular, a haughty young officer, had forbidden all intercourse;
and on the occasion of a public ball, when Cargill was more than usually
importunate, had insisted on his leaving the room. Cargill replied by
drawing his sword on Vander Heyden. The police interfered, and Cargill
was insane enough to resist, wounding several men, and one severely. He
would have received a heavy sentence, if he had not contrived to escape
from prison, and enlist as a sailor in a ship just leaving the harbour.
After several voyages he found himself in London, and in the autumn of
1879 engaged himself, under the name of Bostock, as an A.B. on board the
_Zulu Queen_, about to sail for Durban. Here he found Jans Van Ryk,
Amos Sherwin, and Eric Andersen, old companions of his coarse debauches.
A day or two after leaving harbour, he also recognised Annchen Vander
Heyden and her brother, as the reader has heard in the previous chapter.
Annchen had no suspicion that she had even seen him before; but her
brother's memory was better, though with the scornful hauteur of his
character he paid no further heed to Bostock's presence.
It will readily be believed that Bostock was not so indifferent to their
former relations. He had devised a scheme by which he was to revenge
himself on Vander Heyden, during the ship's stay at Cape Town. He had
resolved to follow him on shore, force him to a personal encounter, in
which, being himself a first-rate swordsman, he expected to get the
better of his antagonist, and, in event of his wounding or killing him,
make his escape to the Transvaal, which was at the time full of lawless
characters. He had been baffled by Wyndham, who had refused him
permission to leave the ship during the stay at Cape Town. Provoked to
fury by this failure, he had resolved to enter Vander Heyden's cabin on
the night of his return to the _Zulu Queen_, kill him, or be killed;
and, if he should prove the survivor, throw himself into the sea and
swim ashore. His purpose was a second time defeated--in this instance
by Mr Whittaker, who occupied the next cabin to Vander Heyden, and who,
as Bostock could see through the glass in his door, was awake and
completely dressed. Surprised as well as disconcerted, he looked
through the square of glass, and saw Whittaker engaged in counting a
number of packages, which he perceived to be rouleaus of gold. The
strong iron-bound chest was evidently full of them; in which case, he
must have a very large sum of money with him. This discovery turned his
thoughts into a different channel. He took an opportunity the next day
of visiting Mr Whittaker's cabin, to make some examination of the
chest, but was surprised by the sadden entrance of its owner. Mr
Whittaker threatened to complain to the captain, and Bostock had no
doubt he had carried out his threat. He felt at once that if he was to
execute his designs either on Vander Heyden or the chest of specie, it
must be done before the ship reached Algoa Bay. He had therefore
invited his three mates in evil to a conference in the hold of the
vessel. At this he imparted to them the discovery he had made, and the
three worthies between them had hatched a plot, which was that very
night to be put into execution.
When Wyndham left Captain Ranken, he went immediately to George Rivers'
cabin, to whom he imparted the information received from the captain.
George at once agreed to do all that lay in his power, and promised to
join the first mate on deck, after he had taken a few hours' sleep.
Wyndham, on his part, went to take his supper, which was brought him by
Amos Sherwin, one of the quartermasters, his own servant, it appeared,
being ill.
The night came on suddenly, as is usual in those latitudes, and the moon
was obscured by clouds. About ten o'clock the first mate came on deck
to take his watch. He complained of feeling drowsy and heavy; but was
nevertheless quite able to take his work. A steady hand was placed at
the wheel, and everything was quiet on deck. Walters and Margetts, who
had not been disposed to turn in, were seated near the taffrail,
smoking. Notwithstanding the darkness, the night was pleasant, and it
was possible occasionally to discern the coast-line,--which was distant
two or three miles,--though very indistinctly. The first mate seated
himself near them, leaning his head on his hand. A few minutes
afterwards, some one came up with a message to the steersman, and the
latter, surrendering the wheel to the newcomer, went below. The night
wore on, and after a while the moon, forcing its way through the clouds,
lit up the scene. The two young men now noticed that the ship appeared
to be a good deal nearer to the coast than it had been all day. Walters
called out to the first mate to point out the fact to him. He hailed
him once or twice, but received no answer.
"I say," he exclaimed, "Wyndham must be asleep. Oughtn't we to wake
him, Redgy?"
"He can hardly be asleep," returned Margetts,--"a smart hand such as he
is. But I'll go and speak to him."
He stepped up to Mr Wyndham's side, and, finding he still took no
notice, shook him. But the mate did not bestir himself, and the two
young men perceived that he was either seriously ill, or intoxicated.
"I say, this is serious," said Redgy; "we had better go down and bring
the captain, hadn't we? Look here, if you'll take charge of him, I'll
go to the skipper's cabin."
He hurried to the companion accordingly, and on his way encountered
George Rivers, who was coming up, according to promise, to join the
first mate. He hastily informed him of what was going on up above; and
George, a good deal startled, hastened to the place where Wyndham was
still sitting, with Walters leaning over him. But, while crossing the
deck, he caught sight of an object which filled him with astonishment
and alarm. This was the coast-line, which was now clearly visible in
the broad moonlight.
"What can you be about?" he shouted to the man at the wheel. "We are
more than half a mile nearer shore than we ought to be. If our course
is not immediately changed, we shall run upon a reef; and, by Heaven!"
he added, a moment afterwards, "there _is_ a reef just ahead of us!
Starboard hard!--starboard, I say! Are you drunk, or mad, that you
don't see where you are taking us?" he continued, as the man, paying no
heed to his warnings, allowed the ship to drive on straight towards the
reef.
George rushed up, and endeavoured to wrest the helm from his grasp; but
it was too late. The next moment a grinding noise was heard, as the
ship's keel grated over a sunk rock. Then came a tremendous crash,
which shook her from stem to stern, and the _Zulu Queen_ was lodged hard
and fast on the reef. George collared the steersman; but he was a
powerful man, and shook off his assailant's hold. Pulling his cap
farther over his face, he ran down the hatchway, but not before Rivers
had recognised Jans Van Ryk, a Dutch sailor, against whom Wyndham had
warned him as one of Bostock's intimate companions.
It was no use following the man. Indeed it would have been impossible
to do so; for in another minute the hatchway was crowded with men, who
rushed up, half-dressed and in deadly terror, to know what had happened.
"Where is Mr Wyndham?" shouted the captain. "How can he have allowed
the ship to run on a rock after this fashion, in a light where
everything is as clear as noonday?"
"Mr Wyndham is in a kind of fit, sir," said Margetts. "He has been
sitting there without moving for the last hour or two. You had better
go to him yourself."
The captain stepped across the deck, and took a look at the first mate's
face.
"Come here, McCarthy!" he cried to the surgeon. "He has been drugged,
hasn't he?"
The surgeon put his hand to Wyndham's pulse, and, bending down, inhaled
his breath.
"Yes, sir; he has been drugged with opium. This has been a preconcerted
thing!"