THE BACHELORS AT SEA--THE IONIAN ISLANDS--RETURN TO MALTA--SAD NEWS--
HOMEWARD-BOUND--HORRIBLE SUSPICIONS--THE PIRATE'S HANDIWORK--A BURNING
SHIP--TRACES OF OUR FRIENDS--THE RESCUE--THE BACHELORS BECOME BENEDICTS,
AND THUS TERMINATES IN THE MOST SATISFACTORY MANNER IMAGINABLE THE
CRUISE OF THE "FROLIC."
It took nearly two months before Hearty recovered even partially from
his wound; and at the end of that time, the "Frolic" being ready for
sea, the surgeons insisted that to re-establish his health he must take
a trip away for a few weeks in her. This proceeding became somewhat
more necessary, as the "Zebra" had been ordered off to the Levant, and
he could not well remain the guest of Mrs Mizen during Captain
Rullock's absence. Among the lovely isles of Greece, then, it was
resolved we would take a cruise. Both Carstairs and Bubble joined us:
the former, in his usual way, had been carrying on with Mrs Skyscraper;
but the widow had been unable to hook him firmly; indeed, as Bubble
observed, he was somewhat a big fish to haul on shore. He, on his part,
also, could not tell whether the lady cared for him or not. In my
opinion she did, but could not quite make up her mind to lose her
liberty.
Once more we five jolly bachelors were afloat together, on our passage
to Greece. Hearty was in fair spirits. The fresh air after the
confinement of a sick-room, raised them, in spite of himself; indeed,
considering that he was certain of Laura's affection, and hoped in a few
months to be united to her, though parted from her for a brief space, he
had no reason to be melancholy. We had a fine run to the eastward.
What words can describe the picturesque beauties of Corfu and the
Albanian Coast--the classic associations of Athens and the varied forms
of the isles and islets scattered over the Aegean Sea! Bubble and I
revelled in them; but it must be owned that Carstairs, and even Hearty,
thought more of the wild fowl and snipes and woodcocks to be shot in the
marshy valleys or thyme-covered heights, than of their pictorial
effects, or classic association.
Whenever we were at sea our people kept a very sharp look-out for
Sandgate's polacca-brig, in the hopes that she might be cruising in
those parts. After, however, the various pranks he had played in the
Mediterranean, I suspected that he would have shifted the scene of his
exploits to some other part of the globe.
Greece and her islands, lovely and interesting as they are, have been so
often described by more graphic pens than mine, that I do not think my
readers would thank me for filling my pages with an account of what we
saw.
We had not much personal communication with the Ionians. What we saw
and what we heard of them did not raise them especially in our
estimation. However, what could be expected of a race so long under the
dominion of Venice, during the worst times of her always nefarious
system of policy? By the Venetian system discord was fermented among
all the states subject to Turkish rule, and miscreants of all classes
who could help to effect that object were protected and supported.
Crime was thus openly encouraged; the assassin who had committed ten
murders was only sent to the galleys for the same number of years; and
any one speaking disrespectfully of any person high in office was
actually punished with the infliction of a like sentence. The young men
of the noble families were brought up in Italy, and while they learned
all her vices, were taught to despise their native land, and to forget
their mother-tongue. Falsehood, revenge, a foolish vanity, a love of
political intrigue, were but some of their most glaring vices; justice
was openly sold; public faith was unknown; their peasants were grossly
ignorant; their nobles were without honour; and their merchants were
destitute of integrity; while their priests were generally illiterate
and immoral in the extreme. _Heu mihi_! a pretty picture of a people.
Well, I fancy they have improved somewhat under British protection; and
when I was among them I do not believe they were so bad as all that.
Still they were in an unsatisfactory state, and a very difficult people
to govern. They may have improved still more now; and I hope they have.
We sailed about from island to island, and visited them all in their
turn. First we went to that of the ancient Teleboans; once conquered by
King Cephalus, who gave it his name, and whose descendants for many
generations reigned over them--so Bubble informed us; and we were not a
little interested in visiting various cyclopic remains, and among them
those of the ancient city of Cranii. The island is very rugged and
mountainous; the highest mountain, that of Montagna Negra, being upwards
of three thousand feet above the level of the sea. We spent a couple of
days also at the handsome city of Zante, the capital of the island of
that name, famous for the longevity of its inhabitants, and its
currants, oil, wine, and fragrant honey. Santa Maura, once known as
Leucadia, was our next resort. Little cared we for its classical
recollections, but far more interested were we in visiting the tomb of
the gallant Clarke, who fell under the walls of its fortress, which was
attacked by the English in 1810, under General Oswald. The island is
separated from the main land by a narrow channel. There is a curious
natural mole running out from the island, which has exactly the
appearance of being the work of art. We all anticipated much pleasure
in visiting Ithaca, the birth-place and patrimony of Ulysses; but when
we got there none of us felt inclined to envy him his rugged,
inhospitable-looking territory, and were not surprised that he was
anxious to get a footing in a more fruitful portion of the globe. Still
it is a very romantic and picturesque spot; and produces the vine,
orange, lemon, and other fruits in abundance.
Pasco also we saw, once noted as a retreat for pirates, and Cerigo and
Cerigotto; and thus, having made the tour of the Septinsular republic,
we sailed back to Malta, with the anticipation of a hearty welcome from
the friends we had left behind there. How glittering white looked the
houses of the city! how blue the water, how gay the caps and sashes and
jackets of the boatmen as they pulled about in their fancifully painted
boats, and came vociferating alongside as we beat up the harbour of
Valetta, and dropped our anchor not far from the landing-place. We all
of us hastened on shore; Hearty to see his betrothed, and I to take care
of him; Carstairs to throw himself at the feet of Mrs Skyscraper;
Bubble, as he himself said, to see that no one got into mischief; and
Porpoise to order certain stores for the cutter. Hearty and I walked up
at once to Mrs Mizen's lodgings. He knocked hurriedly at the door.
Perhaps some of my readers know how a man feels under similar
circumstances--I don't.
An Italian servant appeared, a stranger. "Que vuole, signori?" he
asked.
"Are Mrs or Miss Mizen at home?" inquired Hearty, in an agitated voice,
not heeding the man's question. "Do you understand me? An English lady
and her daughter?"
"Oh, capisco, capisco!" answered the Italian, running away up stairs.
I thought he was going to announce our arrival; but he speedily returned
holding a letter. I saw that the address was in a lady's handwriting as
he delivered it to Hearty. Hearty opened it with a trembling hand. His
countenance assumed a look of blank disappointment as he read its
contents. As soon as he had glanced hurriedly through it, he began and
read it over again; and then as he held it in his hand his eye still
rested on it.
"What has occurred, my dear fellow?" I asked, anxiously.
I must confess--and oh! my fair readers! don't be angry with me, an old
bachelor--I did truly suspect that it was the old story, and that the
fair Laura had for some reason or other thought better of it; that she
had heard something against her intended's character, and believed it;
or that Sir Lloyd Snowdon, or somebody else, whose metal was more
attractive, had stepped in and cut him out. I say these ideas glanced
through my mind. They were very wrong and very disparaging to the sex,
and most unjustifiable, and I was quite angry with myself for
entertaining them, but I had seen so much that was bad in the world that
they came in spite of me--I crave for pardon. I had also seen much that
was good, and noble, and excellent; examples of the most devoted,
self-sacrificing, all-enduring affection, and I ought at once to have
remembered those examples and balanced them against all my evil
suspicions. I did not, however, at that time; so I waited with no small
amount of anxiety for Hearty's answer.
"They are gone," he replied; "gone away to England."
Then my suspicions are correct, I thought.
"It is a very sad case, I fear. Soon after we sailed, Mrs Mizen
received notice of Tom Mizen's illness, and the next post brought out
such alarming accounts that she and her daughter resolved at once to
return home. A fine fast-sailing merchant-brig, the `Success,' was on
the point of sailing, so, as a journey by land through Italy and France
would be injurious to Laura, they determined to go by her. What was
their surprise on going on board to find the other berths occupied by
Mrs Seton and her daughter, and Mrs Skyscraper, who, for some business
matters connected with property left them, had to go England. Miss
Mizen wrote as they were on the point of sailing, and the people of the
house took charge of the letter to deliver to me. She speaks in
favourable terms of the brig and of the master, Captain Hutchins, so I
trust that they may have a good passage home. But it is disappointing.
You'll not mind, my dear fellow, sailing at once to follow them? I am
afraid there is no chance of catching them at Gibraltar, but if the
`Frolic' behaves as well as usual, we may get to England almost as soon
as they do. Not that I wish that either--I would far rather the
`Success' had a speedy passage. I am certain also Carstairs will be
ready to start; and as for Bubble, he'll wish to do what is reasonable;
so I suppose there is nothing to prevent our sailing as soon as we have
got a fresh supply of water, and a few more provisions on board."
I assured my friend that I was perfectly ready to go to sea that very
hour, if the necessary preparations for the voyage could be made; and
volunteered at once to go in search of Porpoise, to hasten what was
required to be done; while he himself went to his bankers, and settled a
few bills he had left unpaid. On my way I encountered Carstairs, who
had received no notice of the widow's departure, and was therefore still
engaged in searching for her, as much puzzled as Hearty had at first
been. I never saw a fellow more taken aback than he was when I
communicated the truth to him, and he directly became all eagerness to
put to sea. What his feelings were I cannot exactly tell. I suspect
that his confidence in the durability of Mrs Skyscraper's regard for
him was not quite up to the mark of Hearty's for that of his intended.
"Why hasn't she written to me, to tell me what she was going to do, and
why has she hurried away to England? Hang it, they are all alike, I
suppose, and delight to make fools of us poor men. Now let us go and
hunt up Porpoise. Bubble said he should tend to him while I was paying
my visit to my--my--hang it, to the widow, I mean."
Poor fellow, he was sadly put out I saw. Porpoise was soon found; and
when he heard the state of the case, he set to work as if life and death
depended on it, in getting the cutter ready for a long voyage. He had
plenty of lieutenants in us three gentlemen; and while one went off in
one direction another started away in an opposite one to order what was
required, and to see the orders executed, while the crew did their part
with right good will. Water and coals, and stores and provisions, were
soon alongside, and quickly hoisted on board and stowed away below.
Hearty was surprised and highly gratified when he got on board and found
what was done.
"Where there's a will there's a way," is a very true saying; and "If you
want a thing done, go and do it yourself," is another. The Portuguese
say, "If you want a thing _go_, if you don't want a thing _send_."
That very evening, with a fair wind, we were running out of Malta
Harbour. Away glided the "Frolic" over the moonlit Mediterranean, with
every stitch of canvas she could carry set alow and aloft. We had a
sharp look-out kept ahead so that we might avoid running down any boat,
or running into any vessel; while the three landsmen agreed to keep
watch with Porpoise and me, to add to the number of hands on deck.
Porpoise prognosticated a very rapid passage home, and certainly, from
the way we commenced it, we had reason to hope that he would not prove a
fallacious seer. We speedily lost sight of Malta, and its rocks and
fortifications; with its scanty soil and swarthy population, and noisy
bells, and lazy monks, without any very great regret on our part. We
had altogether passed a pleasant, and not unexciting time there; and I,
for my part, look back to those days with fewer regrets as to the way I
spent them than I do to some passed in other places. I am somewhat
inclined to moralise. I must own that often and often I wish that I
could live my early days over again, that I might employ them very
differently to what I did. Deeply do I regret the precious time
squandered in perfect idleness, or the most puerile frivolities, if not
in absolute wickedness; time which might have been spent in acquiring
knowledge which would have afforded the most intense and pure delight in
benefiting my fellow-creatures; which would have assuredly afforded me
happiness and peace of mind in the consciousness that I was doing my
duty. But ah! time has gone by never to be recalled; but happily it may
be redeemed while health and strength and vigour of mind remain. Often
have I thought to myself, "Why was I sent into the world? Why was I
endued with an intellect--with a heart to feel--a soul to meditate on
things great and glorious--with powers of mind which I am conscious are
but in embryo, and which but await separation from this frail body to
comprehend some, if not all, the great mysteries of nature! Surely I
was not placed here merely to kill time--to amuse myself--to employ my
faculties in trifles; still less, to indulge myself in mere animal
gratification. No, no; I am certain of that. I was sent here as a
place of trial--as a school where I might learn my duties--as a
preparation for a higher sphere." When I understood this, the great
problem of existence was at once solved; difficulties vanished; the
whole government of the world at once seemed right and just and
reasonable; and my thoughts, feelings, tastes, and aspirations became
changed. I was led to look upward as to the only source of happiness,
and a pure and unfailing source it has ever since proved to me.
Brother yachtsmen who may glance your eye over these pages, meditate
seriously on this matter. As you walk the deck on your midnight watch,
looking up ever and anon into the dark sky where flit countless numbers
of brilliant stars to guide you on your path across the ocean, ask
yourself the question, "Why was I sent into this world?" and do not be
satisfied till you have found an answer, and resolved to profit by it.
I do not pretend that I thought much about this matter when I was on
board the "Frolic," yet now and again some thoughts of the sort did
flash across my mind, but my companions rallied me on my seriousness and
they vanished.
But to my history: away sailed the saucy little "Frolic" over the blue
waters of the Mediterranean. We laughed and sang and chatted, much as
usual, and Carstairs quoted to as good effect as in days of yore; but we
failed entirely in our long stories, for our pens had been idle, and our
imaginations were much at fault. What we might have done I do not know,
had not a reality occurred which effectually put all fiction to flight.
We were about half-way between Malta and Gibraltar, a succession of
light winds having made old Snow confess that he was afraid his
prognostications of a rapid passage were not likely to be realised, when
one forenoon when I came on deck, I found Porpoise scrutinising through
his glass an object which he had discovered on the water nearly right
ahead of us.
"What is it, do you think?" I asked.
"I can't quite make out," he answered, handing me the telescope. "It
looks to me like the hull of a dismasted ship--an ugly thing to run foul
of on a dark night with a heavy gale blowing."
"You are right as to its being a ship's hull, I am pretty certain," I
answered. "We shall be up to it soon, and that will settle the
question."
Some of the people, however, declared that what we saw was a rock or an
island, and others that a dead whale had floated in through the Straits.
As we approached, however, our opinion was found to be the correct one,
and then it became a subject of discussion as to what she could be.
"She is a good-sized craft, whatever she is," observed Hearty, who had
joined us on deck. "Is she an English or foreign vessel do you think?"
"English by her build," replied Porpoise, observing her narrowly through
the glass; "I cannot make it out. I see no one on board. How she came
into that state puzzles me."
"My dear fellow, have you any idea what sort of a vessel the `Success'
is? Does any one on board know her?" exclaimed Hearty, suddenly turning
pale, and literally trembling from head to foot, as all sorts of
horrible suspicions and fears flashed through his mind.
Inquiries were made, but no one recollected to have seen the brig in
which our friends had taken their passage. We did our best to calm
Hearty's apprehensions, but under the circumstances they were very
natural, and in spite of all we could say, they rather increased than
diminished, as we approached the wreck. Carstairs shared them, but,
being of a far less excitable temperament, in a much less degree;
indeed, Hearty seemed to look on him as being very callous and
insensible, for not making himself as miserable as he felt.
The breeze was very light, and our progress seemed terribly slow to the
impatient feelings of our kind-hearted host. His glass was never for a
moment off the wreck; indeed we were all of us constantly looking at
her, in the hopes of seeing some one appear. The afternoon was drawing
well on, before we got up to her. The instant we approached her, two
boats were lowered, and Hearty and I jumped into the first, and away we
pulled as fast as the men could bend to their oars--the men evidently
entering fully into the feelings of their master. I went with him that
I might really look after him, should his worst anticipations be
realised. We were soon alongside, and in an instant scrambled on board.
The masts, and rigging, and sails, hung over the side; the former in
their fall having carried away the bulwarks and smashed the boats. I
saw before we got on board, that she had lost her masts with all sail
set, in some unaccountably lubberly way it seemed. The sea had washed
away some of her spare spars and the caboose, but she had apparently
righted directly her masts went, and there seemed no reason why she
should have been deserted by her crew. As we pulled up under the stern,
we looked out for a name painted there, but a sail hung over it, and if
there was a name it was not perceptible. Hearty, the moment he was on
board, rushed with frantic haste along the deck, to ascertain the
important fact, and very nearly fell overboard in his attempt to remove
the sail, till others could aid him. The sail was soon dragged aside,
and as we hung down over the taffrail, a large S appeared, there could
be no doubt of it. There was the word "Success" of London. I had to
help my friend on board again.
"What can have happened! What can have happened!" he exclaimed, as soon
as he could find words to speak.
"Why, I trust that they fancied the brig in a much worse condition than
she appears to us to be, and that they quitted her in the boats, or some
other craft which was fortunately passing soon after the catastrophe."
But as I spoke, our eyes fell on the shattered boats, and I recollected
that the former hypothesis could not be correct. "They must have fallen
in with some vessel," I remarked to Hearty. "The ladies were happily
conveyed on board her, but why the crew deserted the ship I cannot say."
"But where can they have gone to--what port can they have put into--what
sort of vessel can they be on board?" exclaimed Hearty, almost frantic
with agitation. "It's very dreadful."
By this time the other boat had got alongside, with Carstairs, Bubble,
and Porpoise in her. Together we commenced a search over the deserted
vessel. The appearance of the cabin again raised our doubts as to the
reason of the desertion. The ladies had evidently been at work just
before the catastrophe. Their work-baskets were on the floor, with
their work, in which needles were sticking; and needle-cases, thimbles,
and reels of cotton, skeins of silk and worsted, and similar articles,
were strewed about.
As I looked more minutely into the state of affairs, I observed that
every thing of value had been carried off; not a silver spoon or fork,
not a piece of plate of any description remained. The ladies' jewels
were all gone. This was what was to be expected, but I was also certain
that they would not leave their daily work behind. I did not increase
Hearty's apprehensions by pointing this out to him. Carstairs all the
time, though he took matters in a very different way, seemed to be much
alarmed and anxious. I saw the chronometer, sextants, charts,
compasses, and every thing in the captain's cabin had been carried off.
The ship's log and manifest could nowhere be found, nor indeed could any
of her papers.
From the cabin we went to the hold, and there also the cargo had
evidently been disturbed, and I judged that a considerable quantity had
been carried away; a few bales of silk and velvet only remaining. This
was a very suspicious circumstance. Still, had there been time to
remove any thing, the captain would of course have carried away what was
likely to be of most value. The forepeak was next searched. The
seamen's chests had been broken open, and the contents of many of them
were strewed about--why the men did not use their keys was surprising.
Still, in their hurry they might not have had time to find them. Hearty
went about looking into every hole, and making his observations on all
he saw. He had collected every thing belonging to the ladies as
treasured relics, and had them packed and conveyed on board the
"Frolic," while Carstairs took charge of all Mrs Skyscraper's property,
and sighed over it with a look of despair, and we were about to quit the
vessel, when one of the men declared that he heard a voice proceeding
from the fore-hold. Forward we all went again. Certainly there was a
groan. Guided by the sound, and by removing some of the cargo, we
arrived at a space where lay a human being. We lifted him up, and
carried him out of the dark noisome hole, and the fresh air speedily
revived him. At first his startled look showed that he did not know
what to make of us, but by degrees he recovered his senses, though his
first words increased our apprehensions.
"What! are you come back again? Don't murder me!--Don't murder me!" he
exclaimed, with a look of terror.
"Murder you, mate! What should put that into your head?" asked one of
our men who was supporting him.
By pouring a little brandy and water down his throat, he in a short time
recovered altogether. He told us that he had been the cook of the brig.
He was an old man, and almost worn out, and that this was to have been
his last voyage.
"Well, gentlemen," he continued, "when I see a number of young ladies
come on board, and their mothers to look after them, and no parson to
make Davy Jones angered like, which he always is when any on 'em gets
afloat, says I to myself, we shall have a fine run of it home, and the
chances are that the `Success' will make a finer passage than she ever
did before. Well, we hadn't been two days at sea before we falls in
with a polacca-brig, which speaks us quite civil like, and a man aboard,
though he was rigged like a Greek, asks us in decent real English, quite
civil like, what passengers we'd got aboard. So, thinking no harm, we
told him, and he answered `that he'd keep us company, and protect us,
for that to his knowledge there was a notorious pirate cruising
thereabouts, and that if he fell in with us he might do us an injury.'
The captain did not seem much to like our new friend, and would rather
have been without his company, but as he sailed two knots to our one, we
couldn't help ourselves, do ye see. For two days or more he kept close
to us, and then it fell almost to a calm, and what does he do, but
quietly range up alongside with the help of some sweeps he had, and
before we knew where we were, he had thrown some two-score or more of
cut-throats aboard of us, who knocked some of our crew down, drove
others overboard, and very soon got possession of the brig. I was ill
below, but I popped my head up to see what was happening, and when I
found how things were going, thinks I to myself, the best thing I can do
is to be quiet; if they cut my throat, they may as well do it while I'm
comfortably in bed as struggling away on deck. Instead, however, of
turning into my berth again, I thought that I'd just go and stow myself
away in the hold under the cargo, where they wouldn't be likely to look
for me, so there I went, and there I've been ever since. I felt the
ship some time afterwards thrown on her beam-ends, and thought she'd be
going down, but she very soon righted. I felt the masts shaken out of
her, but I could not tell what else had happened. I tried to get out to
see, but the cargo had shifted and jammed me in so tight that I couldn't
break my way out. I suppose I should have died if you hadn't come to
help me, gentlemen."
"But can you not tell what became of the passengers and crew?" exclaimed
Hearty, interrupting him.
"No more than the babe unborn, sir," answered the old man; "I suppose
they were all carried aboard the pirate. From what I know of some of
our crew, I don't think they would have much minded joining the
villains, and several I myself saw killed and hove overboard."
This fearful information gave us still more concern than we had felt
from what we had already discovered. There was some cause for hope
before, now there was none. There was no doubt whatever that our
friends had fallen into the power of the villain Miles Sandgate. Grown
desperate, it was impossible to say to what extremes he might not
venture to go. Still I had less apprehension for the fate of Mrs and
Miss Mizen than for that of Jane Seton. It could scarcely be expected
that he would again let her out of his power. I was offering what
consolation I could to Hearty as well as to Carstairs on these grounds,
in which I was joined by Bubble, whose heart was overflowing with
commiseration for them and those they were so deeply interested in, when
Hearty suddenly exclaimed,--
"But, my dear fellow, is it not possible that the same squall which
struck this vessel and reduced her to a wreck may have struck the
pirate, and sent her and all on board to the bottom? or can you answer
me that this is not possible? Still it may have preserved them from a
worse fate. Oh, horrible, horrible!"
"I do not think it is probable that people so thoroughly acquainted with
these seas should not have been forewarned in time to guard against even
the most sudden squall. There are always some indications; only those
who do not regard them are the sufferers. Just as likely after he had
rifled the brig, Sandgate (for I doubt not that he is the culprit) may
have put the passengers on shore somewhere or other, and made some
plausible excuse for having taken them on board his vessel. I think, in
truth, that for the sake of making friends at court, he is much more
likely to have treated them with perfect civility than to have ventured
in any way to insult or injure them."
All the time I was trying to persuade myself that I was speaking what I
thought; but I must own that I had very serious apprehensions for their
safety. There was no object in remaining longer on board the wreck. To
prevent any vessels running into her, for that night at all events, we
secured a large lantern with a burner full of oil to the stump of the
mainmast. We were very unwilling to quit her, but we could not venture
to leave anybody on board to look after her till we could despatch a
vessel to bring her into Gibraltar, lest before this could be done a
gale might spring up, and she might founder. So, taking Tom Pancake,
the old man we had found, on board with us, we returned to the cutter.
We forthwith held a council of war, when it was resolved to steer a
direct course for Gibraltar, that we might then get vessels sent out in
all directions to look for the daring pirate. I never saw any one
suffer so much as did Hearty. A few nights of the anxiety he was now
doomed to suffer would, I feared much, not only turn his head grey, but
completely prostrate him. Carstairs suffered a good deal, but his
regard for Mrs Skyscraper was of a very different character to the deep
affection Hearty entertained for Miss Mizen; and if he was to lose her,
I suspected that he would have no great difficulty in supplying her
place as the queen of his affections. No sooner had we left the
unfortunate ship, than a fresh breeze had sprung up, and before sunset
we had run her completely out of sight. For all the first part of the
night the breeze lasted, and we made good way on our course for
Gibraltar. For a long time poor Hearty would not turn in; but at last I
persuaded him to lie down and take some of that rest which he so much
required. I also went below, but I was restless, and just as the middle
watch was set, I returned on deck. Porpoise and Bubble were there. I
found them watching a bright glare which appeared in the sky. I
considered a moment our whereabouts.
"That must be from a ship on fire," I exclaimed.
"There is no doubt about it," replied Porpoise. "She has been blazing
away for the last hour or more, I fear, for all that time I have
observed that ruddy glow in the sky. I hope we may be in time to render
some assistance to the unfortunate crew."
The wind freshened even still more as we advanced towards the burning
ship, but not enough for our impatience. Hearty and Carstairs were
called, and when they came on deck they exhibited equal eagerness with
the rest of us; indeed, Hearty seemed for a time almost to forget his
own anxiety in his zeal in the cause of humanity. Surely we seldom know
even our most intimate friends without seeing them tried under a variety
of circumstances. Sometimes I must own that I have been sadly
disappointed in them; at other times I have been as agreeably surprised
by the exhibition of self-denial, courage, warmth of heart, and
judgment, which I did not believe to exist in them. Such was the case
with my friend Hearty.
We got the boats ready to lower the instant we should be close enough to
the vessel. The interval which elapsed before we drew up to her was one
of great anxiety. All sorts of ideas and fears crossed our minds, and
at all events we felt that many of our fellow-creatures might be
perishing for want of our assistance. Through our glasses, as we drew
on, we discovered that the greater part of the vessel was enveloped in
flames; the poop alone was not entirely consumed, though the devouring
element had made such progress that the people were already seeking for
a momentary safety by hanging on to the taffrail quarters.
"Stand by to shorten sail!" sang out Porpoise.
The square-sail and gaff and square-topsail were taken in, and the
foresail being hauled up to windward, and the jib-sheets let fly, the
cutter was hove-to and a boat instantly lowered. As before, Hearty and
I went in her, while the other gig immediately followed us.
Our appearance took the poor wretches by surprise, as from the darkness
of night our approach had not been perceived. They raised a cry to
implore us to hasten to their assistance. Our men shouted in return.
They needed no cry to urge them to exertion. By the bright glare of the
flames we saw that the men clinging to the wreck were by their costume
Greeks, while the hull itself had a foreign appearance. The vessel was
a brig, we observed. The foremast had already fallen, the flames were
twisting and twining in serpentine forms along the yards and up to the
very maintop-gallant masthead. Some, as I said, were still clinging to
the wreck, others had leaped overboard, and were hanging on to spars and
oars and gratings, and a few were in a boat floating near the vessel;
but she appeared to be stove in, and to have no oars or other means of
progression.
With all these people, blinded with terror and eager to save their
lives, it was necessary to use much precaution to prevent ourselves from
being swamped by too many leaping on board at a time. The first thing
was to rescue those who were in the most imminent danger of being
burned. While we pulled under the stern, and as the people dropped into
the water picked them up, the other boat hauled those on board who were
already floating, and seemed most to require help. We had got most of
the people off the burning wreck, but two still hung on to the burning
taffrail, and seemed unwilling to trust themselves in the sea.
"Never fear, jump, jump, my lads!" sung out our men; then turning to the
Greeks whom they had saved, added, "Tell them to jump in your own lingo;
they don't understand us."
The Greeks said something about "Inglesi," but I did not understand what
they meant. At last, however, the flames rushing out from the stern
ports and along the deck, gave them no alternative, and they had to
throw themselves into the water, whence we quickly picked them out, and
with a boat loaded almost to sinking, returned on board the cutter. I
was especially struck by the appearance of the two men last saved.
Certainly they were much more like Englishmen than Greeks. No sooner,
however, did the old man we had saved from the "Success" see them than
he exclaimed, "What mates! is that you? How did you get aboard there?
Why, as I live, that craft must be the Greek pirate which plundered us,
and carried off the ladies."
The worst suspicions which had been floating through my mind were
confirmed by these remarks. Poor Hearty seemed thunderstruck.
Carstairs had not yet returned. The men could not deny their identity,
and they instantly began to offer excuses for having been on board the
Greek.
"Never mind that!" exclaimed Hearty. "Tell me, my men, where are the
ladies? what has become of them? Help us to find them, and all will be
overlooked. They could not have been left to perish on board the
burning vessel."
"We can't say much about it, sir," answered one of the men, who seemed
to be the most intelligent. "We were forward when the fire broke out,
and it was with great difficulty that we managed to crawl aft. When we
got there we found that a raft had been built and lowered into the
water, and that the boats had been got out, and that several people were
in them. Some got away, and we don't know where they went, but we towed
two of them after us. One was swamped and went down, and the other, as
you saw, was stove in. What became of the other two we don't know; we
believe that the ladies were in them, but we can't say for certain; all
we know is, that we did not see them on the deck, or in either of the
other two boats, when we got aft; still we believe that nearly half the
people on board, in one way or another, have been lost."
Then, supposing the seaman spoke the truth, there was still hope; but
how dreadful at the best must be the condition of our friends, exposed
in open boats with the most lawless of companions! While we were still
examining the men, Carstairs and the rest returned on board. He had
also with him one of the crew of the "Success," who, on being examined,
corroborated the statement of the other two. The character of the men
whose lives we had preserved was now clear; but, wretches as they were,
and deserving of the heaviest punishment, we could not have avoided
saving them from drowning, even had we known the worst at first.
Scarcely were they all on board before every portion of the burning
vessel was enveloped in flames. Porpoise all the time was fortunately
not forgetful of the safety of the cutter, and, having let draw the
foresail, we had been standing away from her. Suddenly there was a
fiercer blaze than before--a loud, deafening report was heard, the
remaining mast and deck lifted, the former shooting up into the air like
a sky-rocket surrounded by burning brands, and then down again came the
whole fiery mass, covering us, even at the distance we were, with
burning fragments of wreck, and then all was darkness, and not a remnant
of the polacca-brig remained together above water. After the character
we had heard of the rescued crew, without giving them any warning, we
suddenly seized them, and, lashing their arms behind them and their legs
together, made them sit down in a row under the bulwarks. They seemed
to be very much surprised at the treatment, but we did not understand
their expostulations, and should not have listened to them if we had.
We, however, served out provisions to them, and they very soon seemed
reconciled to their fate. The three English seamen vowed that they had
been kept on board the brig by force, and, as we would fain have
believed this is to be the case, we did not treat them as prisoners,
though we kept a very sharp eye on their movements; so, especially, did
old Pancake, who appeared to have no little dread lest they should play
him some scurvy trick in return for his having betrayed them.
These arrangements were very quickly made. The most important
consideration, however, was the best method to pursue in order to
discover what had become of the raft reported to have been made, and the
missing boat. Unless by those who have been placed in a similar
situation, the nervous anxiety and excitement which almost overcame
every one of us would be difficult to be conceived. Hearty thought of
sending the boats away to range in circles round the spot, in the chance
of falling in with the raft or boat; but Porpoise overruled this
proposal by assuring him that the raft could only have gone to leeward,
and that the boat probably would be found in the same direction.
Keeping, therefore, a bright lookout, with a light at our masthead, we
kept tacking backwards and forwards so as to sweep over every foot of
the ground to leeward of the spot where the fire first burst out. We
had hinted to the English seamen taken from the pirate that their future
prospects depended very much on the success which might attend our
search. They accordingly gave us all the information and assistance in
their power, by showing us how the pirate had steered from the moment
the fire was discovered, and how far she had gone after her captain had
placed the ladies on the raft. Nothing could we discover during the
night. Hearty was in despair; so was Carstairs; only he was rather
inclined to be savage than pathetic in his misery. Daylight came; as
the dawn drew on nothing could be seen but the clear grey water
surrounding us. Then, just as we had gone about and were standing once
more to the westward, the sun rose from his ocean bed, his beams
glancing on a small object seen far away on our port bow.
"Huzza! huzza!" shouted Bubble, who was the first to bring his glass to
bear on it. "Some people on a raft! There is no doubt on the subject.
White dresses, too! It may be the ladies! It must be! Oh, it can't be
otherwise! Keep up your spirits, Hearty, my dear fellow; all will go
well! It will, Carstairs, I tell you! Don't be cast down any more! I
think I see them waving!"
Thus the worthy Bubble ran on, giving way to the exuberance of his
feelings and sympathy for his friends. Every yard of canvas the cutter
could carry was pressed on her, and each moment rapidly decreased our
distance from the raft; for that a raft it was, or a piece of a wreck,
there could be no doubt. Our telescopes were kept unchangeably fixed on
it. It was with no little apprehension, however, as we drew nearer,
that I perceived that there were but three persons on it. One was
standing up; the other two were seated on benches, or chests, or
something of the same size, secured to the raft. The figure standing up
was that of a man in the Greek costume; the other two were females. I
had little doubt in my own mind who they were. As we got still nearer I
fancied that, under the Greek cap, I could distinguish the features of
Miles Sandgate. The features of the ladies were more difficult to make
out, but I heard Hearty exclaim, "Yes, it is her--it is her!" meaning
Miss Mizen; and I felt sure he was right. But who was the other person?
The figure was not like that of either Mrs Mizen or Mrs Seton, but
whether it was Jane Seton or Mrs Skyscraper was the question. Poor
Carstairs, he must have felt that, in all probability, it was Miss
Seton. What would Sandgate do when he found himself thus completely
brought to bay? It was a serious question, for he had the two ladies
entirely in his power, and, had he chosen, might, holding them as
hostages, make any terms with us he pleased. I saw him watching the
approaching cutter. He must have recognised her as soon as she hove in
sight. Yet he did not quail, but stood up boldly confronting us. Then
he seemed to be addressing one of the ladies. I looked again; I was
certain she was Jane Seton; and I clearly recognised Miss Mizen. Jane
had given her hand to Laura. The pirate seemed to be urging her to
fulfil some request; he half knelt before her with uplifted hands; then
he sprang up, with a look of bitter reproach. By this time the cutter
was close up to the raft, and a boat was on the point of being lowered.
Again, with an imploring gesture, the pirate urged his suit. Miss Seton
shook her head. He seized her hand. She struggled violently. It
appeared that, in his rage, he was about to drag her into the water. He
would have succeeded, had not Miss Mizen held her hand and drawn her
back.
Hearty and Bubble were in the boat pulling rapidly to the raft. The
pirate let go Miss Seton's hand, and drew himself up to his full height;
he seemed to be uttering some strong reproaches. The bows of the boat
were almost touching the raft, the oars were thrown in. At that moment
the pirate, uttering a fearful cry (and if ever I heard the cry of a
madman that was one), turned round, and plunged headlong into the water.
Down, down, he sank! Scarcely an eddy marked where he had sprung in,
with such determination had he endeavoured to reach the bottom. I
watched for him, but he never rose again. Such was the dreadful end of
Miles Sandgate. The next moment Hearty was on the raft, and had clasped
Laura Mizen in his arms, while Miss Seton was borne fainting into the
boat by Bubble. They were quickly conveyed on board, while the raft and
its freight were allowed to go adrift. The two young ladies were
immediately carried to the cabin, where Laura rapidly described to
Hearty all that had occurred. Poor Miss Seton, however, required their
whole attention, and for the moment drew them off from all thoughts
about themselves. Not that Miss Mizen for a moment forgot her mother
and her other companions, and it was a relief to us all to find that she
had seen them placed in the first boat which had left the vessel just
before they had been carried by Sandgate to the raft. He intended, it
seemed, to have taken possession of one of the other boats, and when she
was swamped he managed to get on the raft, and clear away from the
burning vessel before any one else reached it, while he left the rest of
his companions in crime to perish without an attempt to afford them aid.
The general opinion was that the boat would be steered to the
southward, for the purpose of making the Moorish coast, where the
pirates fancied that they might find protection.
"The chances are that they will all get murdered if they reach it,"
observed Porpoise; "but we must try and catch them up before they get
there."
Fortunately we had the whole day before us. All sail was again made on
the cutter; the sun rose high in the heavens; tolerably hot came down
its beams on our heads. At noon a meridional observation was taken, and
just as we were shutting up our sextants, Bubble, who was keeping a
sharp lookout on every side, sang out that he saw a speck on the water
almost ahead of us. I went immediately with my glass aloft. After
waiting a little time I made out distinctly that the speck was a boat.
As we drew on we made out that the boat was strongly manned, and that
the people in her were doing their utmost to keep ahead of us. They
could not have known what the "Frolic" was made of to suppose that they
had a chance of escaping. The breeze freshened. Hard as they were
pulling, hand over hand we came up with them. There were women in the
boat, or we should have sent a shot after her to stop her way; we ran a
gun out to frighten them. On we stood; the women in the boat now first
observed us.
"Oh, help us! help us! help us!" they shrieked out.
We required no summoning, however. There were three ladies, we saw, the
number we expected to find. We soon ran up alongside the boat, though
it required nice steering not to sink her. Our earnest hopes and wishes
were realised. In the stern-sheets sat Mrs Mizen and Mrs Seton, and,
to the very great relief of poor Carstairs, the fair Mrs Skyscraper.
The pirates saw that they had not a prospect of escape, so they threw in
their oars, and quietly allowed us to get alongside them, and to hook on
their boat to us. I need not describe the joy of the two mothers at
finding their daughters safe, or that of the daughters at seeing their
mothers; nor will I do more than touch on the effect which the risk she
had endured, and the satisfaction Carstairs displayed at having her
restored to him, worked on the heart of the widow.
We very soon got to Gibraltar, where we at once landed our very
troublesome prisoners. Mrs Mizen had written to England to desire that
letters might be sent to meet her there. In a day or so they arrived,
and they gave so favourable an account of her son's health that as there
was no necessity for her hurrying home, she was able to wait till we
were at liberty to accompany her, having given our evidence against the
pirates. Several of them suffered, as the papers say, the extreme
penalty of the law, and it was certainly a pity, for the sake of
justice, that Miles Sandgate had not been alive to keep them company.
At length we all reached England, and not long afterwards I had the
satisfaction of seeing my friend Edward Hearty united to Miss Laura
Mizen, and the next week was called away to act as best-man to Captain
Carstairs on his marriage with the fair relict of the late Lieutenant
Skyscraper, of the Rifle Brigade.
Poor Miss Seton suffered much from the severe trial she had gone
through. It was, I rejoice to say, not without good effects, and I had
the opportunity of observing a great improvement in her character. Some
years passed by, during which she remained single, but on the death of
her mother she became the wife of Sir Lloyd Snowdon; and, living
constantly on his estate in Wales, proved a blessing to her family, and
to the poorer inhabitants of the surrounding district. May all the
trials any of us have to endure have a like good effect; for we may
depend on it for that purpose are they sent.
I am happy to say that, notwithstanding old Snow's prognostication,
Hearty's yacht was not sold, and that many a pleasant summer cruise did
I afterwards take with him on board the "Frolic."