CHAPTER XXX.

THE ISLAND OF ALPHONSO.

We had some dread of savages, and being totally unarmed, we

penetrated inland with more anxiety than pleasure at first; but ere

long we became convinced that the island was totally destitute of

human inhabitants.

No vestige of wigwam or hut, of road or path, nor even of the

smallest track or trail (save such as the wild goats made) was

visible anywhere, and thus we became impressed with new emotions of

wonder and awe, in treading a soil where man lived not--where no

human foot seemed to have trod, and where only the hum of insect life

stirred the solitude of that wild island of the South Atlantic.

For a considerable distance we traversed flat ground that was covered

with sedge grass, interspersed by shrubs of bright green. Beyond

this level plain rose a series of ridges covered by trees, and those

ridges formed the first slope of the great mountain, which was some

thousand feet in height, and also of the great bluff we had first

descried at sea.

We found Alphonso to be the largest of a group of three islands. It

is a mass of rock nearly twelve miles in circumference. The other

two are cavernous and inaccessible, and every approach to them is

dangerous and difficult, in consequence of the foaming of the sea

about them, so that during the weary days of our sojourn there, we

made no attempt to explore them, lest the longboat--in our

circumstances a priceless property--might be swamped or dashed to

pieces.

Hislop informed me that he had read somewhere that in the month of

March, 1506--the same year in which the great Columbus died--two

adventurers of Spain or Portugal, named Tristan da Cunha and Alphonso

de Albuquerque, sailed for the Indies on a voyage of discovery, with

fourteen great caravels.

During this expedition they found three great islands which they

named after Tristan da Cunha, and elsewhere three others, which were

named from Alphonso, who, after their fleet had been scattered by a

great tempest, sailed through the Mozambique channel. He discovered

many seas, isles, and channels hitherto unknown to the Portuguese or

Spaniards, and ultimately reached the Indies, of which he became

viceroy for Ferdinand the Catholic, and died in 1515, holding that

office.

It is very strange that since that remote period, no European country

has turned these islands to any account, as they do not lie more than

fifty leagues from the general track of the shipping bound for the

coast of Coromandel or the Chinese seas, and in time of war would

form a useful and important rendezvous for a fleet.

They lie exactly in that portion of the wide and mighty ocean where

it was fabled and believed a great continent would yet be found.

The three isles of Tristan da Cunha, which lie some hundred miles

distant, have now a mixed some hundred miles distant, have now a

mixed population of English, Portuguese, and mulattoes; and a strong

garrison was maintained there during the captivity of the Emperor

Napoleon at St. Helena.

Being thus cast away upon a shore so far from the general track of

ships, we resolved to make preparations for a probable residence of

some time--to build a hut wherein to store our provisions, and to use

every means for adding to our stock, by angling in the creeks, which

seemed to abound with fish, and by hunting in the woods, which teemed

with goats and boars running wild; by collecting birds' eggs, as the

cliffs seemed to be literally alive with petrels, albatrosses, and

sea-hens; and all these exertions were the more necessary as none

could foresee the probable length of our sojourn there.

A ship might heave in sight to-morrow; but a year _might_ pass before

one came near enough to be attracted by our signs.

We resolved to have a signal-post erected on the mountain top, a

beacon-fire prepared, and amid these and many other deliberations,

the night closed in and found us tolerably contented with our island,

and even disposed to be merry over misfortunes that we could not

control.

But considerable speculation was excited when Billy Wilkins the cabin

boy, who had been in pursuit of a little kid along the beach,

returned to us, dragging after him a long spar which he had found

among the layers of shingles, bright shells, and dusky weeds,

deposited by the sea; and on examination this spar proved to be one

of the lower studding-sail booms of the _Eugenie_, and the same which

had parted from the brig and fallen overboard with Antonio on the

eventful evening of his punishment!

"It is our own property," said Billy, "and may be useful when we have

a fire to light."

"Boy Bill, we have a better use for it than burning," said Tattooed

Tom; "'tis the mast for our signal-post, already made to hand, and

we'll step it on the hill-top to-morrow."

For that night we bivouacked under a large tree, the name and genus

of which were alike unknown to us. At times some were conversing,

some slept, others lay waking and thinking, with the murmur of the

shining sea, close by, in their ears; and I could see the stars of

the Southern Cross shining with wonderful brilliance at the verge of

the watery horizon.

The novelty of our situation kept me long awake, and with my head

pillowed on a bundle of dry seaweed, with the sail of the longboat

spread over us as an impromptu tent and for protection from the dew,

I lay in meditation and full of melancholy thoughts ere sleep came

upon me, and with it confused dreams of the burning ship, of my

secluded home, and of

"----the schoolboy spot,

We long remember, though there long forgot."

Again I was at Eton! Again I saw the smooth green playing-fields

alive with ardent schoolboys in the merry summer sunshine; and again

I heard the clamor of their young voices and the balls rattling on

bat and wicket; again I heard the pleasant green leaves rustle in the

old woods of the Tudor times; or again I was in the shady quadrangles

where the monotonous hum of many classes poring over their studies

stole through the mullioned windows on the ambient air; and in my

dreaming ear that "drowsy hum" seemed strangely to mingle with the

chafing of the surge upon "th' unnumbered pebbles" of the lonely

shore close by.

At last overcome by weariness, by lassitude and toil, I slept soundly.

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