In which the little People are convinced of the Goodness
of Providence, as the Reader ought to be,--seeing that
to be cast away is not to be forsaken.
[Illustration]
We have now for some time followed the old man through the recital of
the wonderful adventures which befell himself and the Dean on the lonely
little island in the Arctic Sea; and we have watched the children going
and coming from day to day. And we have seen, too, how happy the
children were when listening to the story, and how delighted they were
with every little scrap they got of it, and how they remembered every
word of it, and how William wrote it down in black and white, and had it
safe and sound for future use,--little dreaming, at the time of doing
it, that the record he was keeping would find its way at last into a
book, and thus give other children than himself and Fred and Alice a
chance to make the acquaintance of the good old Captain and the brave
and handsome little Dean.
And William Earnest kept his record regularly, and he kept it well, as
we have seen before; and up to this point of time everything was set
down with day and date. But now a change had clearly come over the
habits of our little party. At first, as has been hitherto related, the
old Captain was a little shy of the children, though he so much liked
them; but now all formality was gone between them, and so down the
children came to the Captain's cottage whenever they had a mind. The
Captain was always glad to see them, be it morning, noon, or evening;
and never were the children, in all their lives before, so happy as when
romping through the Captain's grounds, or cooling themselves upon the
grass beneath the Captain's trees, or looking at the Captain's "traps"
or joking with that oddest boy that was ever seen, Main Brace, or
playing with the Captain's dogs,--the biggest dogs that ever bore the
odd names of Port and Starboard.
The Captain now said, "Make yourselves at home, my dears,--quite at
home"; and the children did it; and the Captain always went about
whatever he had to do until he was ready once more to begin his
story-telling; and then they would all rush off to the yacht, or to the
"Crow's Nest," or the "cabin," or the "quarter-deck," or some other
pleasant place; and as the Captain related something more and more
extraordinary, as it seemed to them, each time,
"the wonder grew
That one small head should carry all he knew";
while, as for the old man himself, he might well exclaim, with the lover
in the play, "I were but little happy if I could say how much."
Thus it came about, as we have good reason to suppose, that days and
dates were lost in William's journal; and thus it was that the young
and truthful chronicler of this veritable history simply wrote down,
from time to time, what the Captain said, without mentioning much about
when it was that the Captain said it. Sometimes he wrote with lead
pencil, sometimes with pen and ink, and often, as is plain to see from
the manuscript itself, at considerable intervals of time; but always, as
there is no doubt, with accuracy; for William's mind, touching the
Captain's adventures, was like the susceptible heart of the Count in the
Venetian story, "wax to receive and marble to retain."
So now, after this long explanation, the reader will perceive that we
can do nothing else than report the Captain's story, without always
saying where the little party were seated at the time the Captain told
it. And, in truth, it matters little; at least so William thought, for
he wrote one day upon the page,--
"Where's the use, I'd like to know, putting in what Fred and me and
Alice did, and where we went with the 'ancient mariner'; I haven't time
to write so much, and I'll only write what the Captain said"; and so
right away he set down what follows.
* * * * *
"Now you see," resumed the Captain, "when we had done all I told you of
before,--having slept, you know, and got well rested,--we went about our
work very hopefully. But as we were going along, meditating on our
plans, the Dean stopped suddenly, and said he to me: 'Hardy, do you know
what day it is?'
"'No,' said I, 'upon my word I don't, and never once thought about it!'
"The Dean looked very sad all at once, and, not being able to see why
that should be, I asked what difference it made to us what day it was.
"'Why, a great deal of difference,' said the Dean.
"'How?' said I.
"'Why,' said the Dean, 'when shall we know when Sunday comes?'
"To be sure, how should we know when Sunday came! I had not thought of
that before; but the Dean was differently brought up from me; for, while
I had not been taught to care much about such matters, the Dean had, and
he looked upon Sunday as a day when nobody should do any sort of work. I
believe the Dean had an idea in his head, that, if it was Sunday, and he
was frozen half to death already, or starved about as badly, and should
refuse to work to save himself from death outright, he would do a
virtuous thing in sacrificing himself, and would go straight up to
heaven for certain. So I became anxious too, and for the Dean's sake, if
not for my own, I tried hard to recall what day it was."
"How very queer," said William, "to forget what day it was! How did it
happen? Won't you tell us that, Captain Hardy?"
"To be sure," said the obliging Captain,--"as well as I can, that is.
Now, do you remember what I told you the other day about the sun shining
all the time,--do you remember that, my lad?"
"Yes," answered William, "of course I do. Goes round and round, that
way," and he whirled his hat about his head.
"Just so," went on the Captain,--"just so, exactly. Goes round and
round, and never sets until the winter comes, and then it goes down, and
there it stays all the winter through, and there is constant darkness
where the daylight always was before."
"What, all the time?" asked William.
"Yes," replied the Captain; "dark all the time."
"How dark?" asked Fred.
"Dark as dark can be. Dark at morning and at evening. Dark at noon, and
dark at midnight. Dark all the time, as I have said. Dark all the winter
through. Dark for months and months."
"How dreadful!" exclaimed Fred.
"Dreadful enough, as I can assure you, with no light, all the whole
winter-time, except the moon and stars. A dreadful thing to live along
for days and days, and weeks and weeks, and months and months, without
the blessed light of day,--without once seeing the sun come up and
brighten everything and make us glad, and the pretty flowers to unfold
themselves, and all the living world praise the Lord for remembering it.
That's what you never see in all the Arctic winter,--no sunshine ever
streaming up above the hills and making all the rainbow colors in the
clouds. That's what you never see at all, no more than if you were blind
and couldn't see.
"But never mind just now about the winter. We haven't done with the
summer yet, nor with Sunday either, for that matter.
"As I have said before, the loss of Sunday much grieved the Dean. So,
you see, we had nothing else to do but make one on our own account."
"What, make a Sunday!" exclaimed William. "I've heard of people making
almost everything, even building castles in the air; but I never heard
before of anybody putting up a Sunday."
"Well, you see, we did the best we could. It is not at all surprising
that we should have lost our reckoning in this way, seeing that the sun
was shining, as I have told you, all the time; and we worked and slept
without much regard to whether the hours of night or day were on us. So
we had good reason for a little mixing up of dates. In fact we could
neither of us very well recall the day of the month that we were cast
away. It was somewhere near the end of June, that we knew; but the exact
day we could not tell for certain. We remembered the day of the week
well enough, and it was Tuesday; but more than this we could not get
into our heads; and so it seemed that there was nothing for us but to
sink all days into the one long day of the Arctic summer, and nevermore
know whether it was Sunday, or Monday, or Friday, or what day it was of
any month; and if it should be Heaven's will that we should live on upon
the island until the New Year came round, and still other years should
come and go, we should never know New Year's day.
"But, as I was saying, about making a Sunday for ourselves. I did
everything I could to refresh my memory about it. I counted up the
number of times we had slept, and the number of times we had worked, and
recalled the day when I first walked around the island; and I tried my
best to connect all those events together in such a way as to prove how
often the sun had passed behind the cliffs, and how often it had shone
upon us; and thus I made out that the very day I am telling you about
proved to be Sunday,--at least I so convinced the Dean, and he was
satisfied. And that's the way we made a Sunday for ourselves.
"So we resolved to do no work that day; and this was well, for we were
very weary and needed rest.
"I need not tell you that we passed the time in talking over our plans
for the future, and in discussing the prospects ahead of us, and
arranging what we should do. You see we had settled about Sunday, so
that was off our minds; and after recalling many things which had
happened to us, and things which had been done on the _Blackbird_, we
finally concluded that we had found out the day of the month, and so we
called the day 'Sunday, the second of July,' and this we marked, as I
will show you, thus: On the top of a large flat rock near by I placed a
small white stone, and this we called our 'Sunday stone'; and then, in a
row with this stone, we placed six other stones, which we called by the
other days of the week. Then I moved the white stone out of line a
little, which was to show that Sunday had passed, and afterwards, when
the next day had gone, we did the same with the Monday stone, and so on
until the stones were all on a line again, when we knew that it was once
more Sunday. Of course we knew when the day was gone, by the sun being
around on the north side of the island, throwing the shadow of the
cliffs upon us.
"For noting the days of the month we made a similar arrangement to that
which we had made for the days of the week; and thus you see we had now
got an almanac among other things.
"'And now,' said the Dean, 'let us put all this down for fear we forget
it.' So away the little fellow ran and gathered a great quantity of
small pebbles, and these we arranged on the top of the rock so as to
form letters; and the letters that we thus made spelled out
'JOHN HARDY AND RICHARD DEAN,
CAST AWAY IN THE COLD,
TUESDAY, JUNE 27, 1824.'
"Now, when we came to look ahead, and to speculate upon what was likely
to befall us, we saw that we had two months of summer still remaining;
and, as midsummer had hardly come yet, we knew that we were likely to
have it warmer than before, and we had now no further fears about being
able to live through that period. In these two months it was plain that
one of two things must happen,--a ship must come along and take us off,
or we must be prepared for the dark time that must follow after the sun
should go down for the winter; otherwise a third thing would certainly
happen, that is, we should both die,--an event which did not, in any
case, seem at all unlikely; so we pledged ourselves to stand by each
other through every fortune, each helping the other all he could. At any
rate, we would not lose hope, and never despair of being saved, through
the mercy of Providence, somehow or other.
"Having reached this resigned state of mind, we were ready to consider
rationally what we had to do. It was clear enough that, if we only
looked out for a ship to save us, and that chance should in the end
fail, we would be ill prepared for the winter if we were left on the
island to encounter its perils. Therefore it was necessary to be ready
for the worst, and accordingly, after a little deliberation, we
concluded to proceed as follows:--
"1st. We would construct a place to shelter ourselves from the cold and
storms. (In this we had made some satisfactory progress already.)
"2d. We would collect all the food we could while there was opportunity.
"3d. We would gather fuel, of which, as had been already proved, there
was Andromeda (or fire-plant) and moss and blubber to depend upon. Of
this latter the dead narwhal and seal would furnish us a moderate
supply; but for the rest we must rely upon our own skill to capture some
other animals from the sea; though, as to how this was to be done, we
had to own ourselves completely at fault.
"4th. We would in some manner secure for ourselves warmer clothing,
otherwise we would certainly freeze; and here we were completely at
fault too.
"5th. We would contrive in some way to make for ourselves a lamp, as we
could never live in our cave in darkness; and here was a difficulty
apparently even more insurmountable than the others,--as much so as
appeared the making of a fire in the first instance,--for while we had a
general idea that we might capture some seals, and get thus a good
supply of oil, and that we might also get plenty of fox-skins for
clothing, yet neither of us could think of any way to make a lamp.
"When we came thus to bring ourselves to view the situation, the
prospect might have caused stouter hearts than ours to fear; but, as we
had seen before, nothing was to be gained by lamentation, so we put a
bold front on, firmly resolved to make the best fight we could."
* * * * *
"A poor chance for you, I should think," said Fred, "and I don't see how
you ever lived through so many troubles,"--while little Alice declared
her opinion that "the poor Dean must have died anyway."
"A very bad prospect, indeed, my dears," continued the Captain,--"very
bad, I can assure you; but as it is a poor rule to read the last page of
a book before you read the rest of it, so we will go right on to the end
with our story, and then you will find out what became of the Dean, as
well as what happened to myself.
"Well, as I was going to say, when Monday came, we set about our work,
not exactly in the order which I have named, but as we found most
convenient; and as day after day followed each other through the week,
and as one week followed after another week, we found ourselves at one
time building up the wall in front of the cave, then catching ducks and
gathering eggs, then collecting the fire-plant, and then throwing moss
up on the rocks to dry, and then cutting off the blubber and skins of
the dead seal and narwhal.
"All of these things were carefully secured; and in a sort of cave, much
like the one we were preparing for our abode, only larger, we stowed
away all the fire-plant and dried moss that we could get. Then we looked
about us to see what we should do for a place to put our blubber
in,--that is, you know, the fat we got off the dead narwhal and the
seal, and also any other blubber that we might get afterwards.
"When we had cut all the blubber off the seal and narwhal, we found that
we had an enormous heap of it,--as much, at least, in quantity, as five
good barrels full,--and, since the sun was very warm, there was great
danger, not only that it would spoil, but that much of it would melt and
run away. Fortunately, very near our hut there was a small glacier
hanging on the hillside, coming down a narrow valley from a greater mass
of ice which lay above. From the face of this glacier a great many lumps
of ice had broken off, and there were also deep banks of snow which the
summer's sun had not melted.
"In the midst of this accumulation of ice and snow we had little
difficulty in making, partly by excavating and partly by building up, a
sort of cave, large enough to hold twice as much blubber as we had to
put into it. Here we deposited our treasure, which was our only reliance
for light in case we invented a lamp, and our chief reliance for fire
if the winter should come and find us still upon the island.
"After we had thus secured, in this snow-and-ice cave, our stock of
blubber, we constructed another much like it near by for our food, and
into this we had soon gathered a pretty large stock of ducks and eggs.
[Illustration: John Hardy and the Dean provide for the Future.]
"When we contemplated all that we had done in this particular, you may
be sure our spirits rose very much."
"Odd, wasn't it?" said Fred, "having a storehouse made of ice and snow.
But, Captain Hardy, if you'll excuse me for interrupting you, what did
this glacier that you spoke about look like? and what was it anyway?"
"A glacier is nothing more," replied the Captain, "than a stream of ice
made out of snow partly melted and then frozen again, and which,
forming, as I have said before, high up on the tops of the hills, runs
down a valley and breaks off at its end and melts away. Sometimes it is
very large,--miles across,--and goes all the way down to the sea; and
the pieces that break off from it are of immense size, and are called
_icebergs_. Sometimes the glaciers are very small, especially on small
islands such as ours was. This little glacier I tell you of lay in a
narrow valley, as I said before; and, as the cliffs were very high on
either side, it was almost always in shadow, and the air was very cold
there; so you see how fortunate it was that we thought of fixing upon
that place for our storehouses. Then another great advantage to us was,
that it was so near our hut,--being within sight, and only a few steps
across some rough rocks; but among these rocks we contrived, in course
of time, to make, by filling in with small stones, a pretty smooth walk.
"As we caught and put away the ducks in our storehouse, we began at
length to preserve their skins. At first we could see no value in them,
and threw them away; but we imagined at length that, in case we could
not catch the foxes, they would serve to make us some sort of clothing,
while out of the seal-skin which I mentioned before we could make boots,
if we only had anything to sew with.
"Thus one difficulty after another continued to beset us; but this last
one was soon partly overcome, for the Dean, on the very first day of
our landing, discovered that he had in his pocket his palm and needle,
carrying it always about him when on shipboard, like any other good
sailor; but we lacked thread."
"What is a palm and needle, Captain Hardy?" inquired William.
"A palm," answered the Captain, "is a band of leather going around the
hand, with a thimble fitted into it where it comes across the root of
the thumb. The sailor's needle differs only from the common one in being
longer and three-cornered, instead of round. It is used for sewing sails
and other coarse work on shipboard. The needle is held between the thumb
and forefinger, and is pushed through with the thimble in the palm of
the hand, and hence the name.
"To come back to our story (having, as I hope, made the palm and needle
question clear to you), let me ask you to remember that I told you, when
I landed on the island, I had four things,--that is:--
"1st. My life;
"2d. The clothes on my back;
"3d. A jack-knife; and
"4th. The mercy of Providence.
"But now, you see, I had added a fifth article to that list, in the
Dean's needle; and I might also say that I had a sixth one, too, in the
Dean himself, which I did not dare enumerate in the list at first, as I
felt pretty sure that the Dean was going to die, or at least wake up
crazy.
"But you see a sailor's palm and needle could be of very little use
unless we had some thread, of which we did not possess a single
particle, except the small piece that was in the needle, and by which it
was tied to the palm. It was a good while before we obtained anything
to make thread of, so we will pass that subject by for the present, and
come back to what we had more immediately in hand. This was the
preparation of our cave, or rather, as we had better say, hut,--that
being more nearly what it was.
"The building of our hut, then, was indeed a very difficult task, as the
solid wall we had to construct in front was much higher than our heads,
and in this wall we had, of course, to leave a doorway and a window,
besides a sort of chimney, or outlet, for the smoke from the fireplace,
which was beside the door.
"We must have been at least two weeks making this wall, for we had not
only to construct the wall itself, but when it got so high that we could
no longer reach up to the top, we had to build steps, that we might
climb there. We left a window above the doorway, not thinking, of
course, to find any glass to put in it, but leaving it rather as a
ventilator than a window. It was very small, not more than a foot
square, and was easily shut up at any time, if we should not need it.
For a door, we used a piece of the narwhal skin. This skin was fastened
above the doorway with pegs, which we made of bones, driving them into
the cracks between the stones, thus letting the skin fall down over the
doorway like a curtain.
"In making the wall, we were greatly helped by the bones which I had
found down on the beach, as they were much lighter than the stones, and
aided in holding the moss in its place, so that we were able to use much
more of that material than we otherwise should have been. When the wall
was completed, we were gratified to see how tight it was, and how
perfectly we had made it fit the rocks by means of the moss.
"Having completed the wall, our next concern was to arrange the
interior; but about this we had no need to be in so great a hurry as
with the wall, for we had now a place to shelter us from any storm that
might come, and we could hope to make ourselves somewhat comfortable
there, even although the inside was not well fitted up; for we had a
fireplace, and could do our cooking without going outside. When we found
how perfect was the draft through the outlet, or chimney, you may be
very sure we were greatly delighted.
"As it fell out, we had secured this shelter in the very nick of time,
for in two days afterwards a violent storm arose,--a heavy wind with
hail and gusts of snow,--a strange kind of weather, you will think, for
the middle of July. This storm made havoc with the ice on the east side
of the island, breaking it up, and driving it out over the sea to the
westward, filling the sea up so much in that direction, that there was
no use, for the present at least, in looking for ships, as none could
come near us. The storm made a very wild and fearful spectacle of the
sea, as the waves went dashing over the pieces of ice and against the
icebergs. When I looked out upon this scene, and listened to the noises
made by the waves and the crushing ice, and heard the roaring wind, I
wondered more than ever what could possess anybody to go to such a sea
in a ship, for it seemed to me that the largest possible gains would not
be a sufficient reward for the dangers to be encountered.
"But so it always was, and always will be, I suppose. Whenever there is
a little money to be made, men will encounter any kind of hazard in
order to get it. Thus the risks in going after whales and seals for
their blubber, which is very valuable, are great; but then, if the ship
makes a good voyage, the profits are very large, and when the sailors
receive their 'lay,' that is, their share of the profits on the oil and
whalebone which have been taken, it sometimes amounts to quite a
handsome sum of money to each, and they consider themselves well
rewarded for all their privations and hardships. And it must be owned
that the whalers and sealers are a very brave sort of men, especially
the whalers who go among the ice; for besides the dangers to the vessel,
and the danger always encountered in approaching a whale to harpoon him
(for, as you must know, he sometimes knocks the boat to pieces with his
monstrous tail, and spills all the crew out in the water), he may, while
swimming off with the harpoon in him, and dragging the boat by the line
which is fast to it, take it into his head to rush beneath the ice, and
thus destroy the boat and drown the people.
"But this is too long a falling to 'leeward' of our story, as the
sailors would call it; so we will come right back into the wind again.
"When the weather cleared off after the storm, we went to work as
before. But everything about looked gloomy enough. The cliffs were
besprinkled with snow, and about the rocks the snow had drifted, and it
lay in streaks where it had been carried by the wind. The sea was still
very rough, and, as there were many immense pieces of ice upon the
water, when the waves rose and fell, the pounding of it on the rocks
made a most fearful sound.
"The sun coming out warm, however, soon melted the snow, and, getting
heated up with work, we got on bravely. Indeed, we soon became not less
surprised at the rapid progress we were making than at the facility with
which we accommodated ourselves to our strange condition of life, and
even grew cheerful under what would seem a state of the greatest
possible distress. Thus you observe how perfectly we may reconcile
ourselves to any fate, if we have but a resolute will, and the fear of
God in our hearts. I do not mean to boast about the Dean and myself: but
I think it must be owned that we kept up our courage pretty well, all
things considered,--now, don't _you_ think so, my dears?"
"To be sure we do," replied William. "And if anybody dares to doubt it,
I will go, like Count Robert, to the crossroad, and give battle for a
week to all comers, just as he did."
"Poking fun at the ancient mariner again,--are you?" said the Captain,
trying hard to look serious. "And so I'll punish you, my boy, by
knocking off just where we are, and saying not another word this blessed
day."