CHAPTER XVII

M. LETOURNEUR IS PESSIMISTIC

OCTOBER 30.--Once again I talked to M. Letourneur about our situation,

and endeavored to animate him with the hope that we should not be

detained for long in our present predicament; but he could not be

brought to take a very sanguine view of our prospects.

"But surely," I protested, "it will not be difficult to throw overboard

a few hundred bales of cotton; two or three days at most will suffice

for that."

"Likely enough," he replied, "when the business is once begun; but you

must remember, Mr. Kazallon, that the very heart of the cargo is still

smoldering, and that it will still be several days before anyone will

be able to venture into the hold. Then the leak, too, that has to be

caulked; and, unless it is stopped up very effectually, we shall only

be doomed most certainly to perish at sea. Don't then, be deceiving

yourself; it must be three weeks at least before you can expect to put

out to sea. I can only hope meanwhile that the weather will continue

propitious; it wouldn't take many storms to knock the Chancellor,

shattered as she is, completely into pieces."

Here, then, was the suggestion of a new danger to which we were to be

exposed; the fire might be extinguished, the water might be got rid of

by the pumps, but, after all, we must be at the mercy of the wind and

waves; and, although the rocky island might afford a temporary refuge

from the tempest, what was to become of passengers and crew if the

vessel should be reduced to a total wreck? I made no remonstrance,

however, to this view of our case, but merely asked M. Letourneur if he

had confidence in Robert Curtis?

"Perfect confidence," he answered; "and I acknowledge it most

gratefully, as a providential circumstance, that Captain Huntly had

given him the command in time. Whatever man can do I know that Curtis

will not leave undone to extricate us from our dilemma."

Prompted by this conversation with M. Letourneur I took the first

opportunity of trying to ascertain from Curtis himself how long he

reckoned we should be obliged to remain upon the reef; but he merely

replied, that it must depend upon circumstances, and that he hoped the

weather would continue favorable. Fortunately the barometer is rising

steadily, and there is every sign of a prolonged calm.

Meantime Curtis is taking active measures for totally extinguishing the

fire. He is at no great pains to spare the cargo, and as the bales that

lie just above the level of the water are still a-light he has resorted

to the expedient of thoroughly saturating the upper layers of the

cotton, in order that the combustion may be stifled between the

moisture descending from above and that ascending from below. This

scheme has brought the pumps once more into requisition. At present the

crew are adequate to the task of working them, but I and some of our

fellow-passengers are ready to offer our assistance whenever it shall

be necessary.

With no immediate demand upon our labor, we are thrown upon our own

resources for passing our time. M. Letourneur, Andre, and myself, have

frequent conversations; I also devote an hour or two to my diary.

Falsten holds little communication with any of us, but remains absorbed

in his calculations, and amuses himself by tracing mechanical diagrams

with ground-plan, section, elevation, all complete. It would be a happy

inspiration if he could invent some mighty engine that could set us all

afloat again. Mr. and Mrs. Kear, too, hold themselves aloof from their

fellow-passengers, and we are not sorry to be relieved from the

necessity of listening to their incessant grumbling; unfortunately,

however, they carry off Miss Herbey with them, so that we enjoy little

or nothing of the young lady's society. As for Silas Huntly, he has

become a complete nonentity; he exists, it is true, but merely, it

would seem, to vegetate.

Hobart, the steward, an obsequious, sly sort of fellow, goes through

his routine of duties just as though the vessel were pursuing her

ordinary course; and, as usual, is continually falling out with

Jynxstrop, the cook, an impudent, ill-favored negro, who interferes

with the other sailors in a manner which, I think, ought not to be

allowed.

Since it appears likely that we shall have abundance of time on our

hands, I have proposed to M. Letourneur and his son that we shall

together explore the reef on which we are stranded. It is not very

probable that we shall be able to discover much about the origin of

this strange accumulation of rocks, yet the attempt will at least

occupy us for some hours, and will relieve us from the monotony of our

confinement on board. Besides, as the reef is not marked in any of the

maps, I could not but believe that it would be rendering a service to

hydrography if we were to take an accurate plan of the rocks, of which

Curtis could afterward verify the true position by a second observation

made with a closer precision than the one he has already taken.

M. Letourneur agrees to my proposal, Curtis has promised to let us have

the boat and some sounding-lines, and to allow one of the sailors to

accompany us; so to-morrow morning, we hope to make our little voyage

of investigation.

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