I got first to be mate when quite a youngish fellow; the owners were
told somehow or other that I'd worked hard on the last voyage, and they
made me mate of the ship, and gave me a good silver watch and chain; a
watch that went to the bottom of the sea five years after in a wreck off
the Irish coast, by Wexford, when I and six more swam ashore, saving our
lives, and thankful for them. For the sea swallows up a wonderful store
of wealth every season; and it meant to have our ship, too, that year I
was made mate, only we escaped it.
It happened like this. We were bound for Cadiz in a large, handsome,
new brig, having on board a rich cargo; for besides a heavy value in
gold, we had a lot of valuable new machinery, that had been made for the
Spanish government by one of our large manufacturers somewhere inland.
But besides this, there was a vast quantity of iron, in long, heavy,
cast pillars. A huge weight they were, and we all shook our heads at
them as they were lowered down into the hold, for we thought of what a
nice cargo they would turn out, if we should have a heavy passage. We
had about a score of passengers, too, and amongst them was a fine
gentlemanly fellow, going out with his wife, and he was to superintend
the fitting up of the machinery, several of the other passengers being
his men.
She was a new, well-found vessel, and fresh in her paint; and with her
clean canvas, and all smart, we were rather proud of that boat. But
we'd only just got beyond the Lizard when it came on to blow, just as it
can blow off there in February, with rain, and snow, and hail; and we
were at last glad to scud before the gale under bare poles.
Night and day, then, night and day following one another fast, with the
hatches battened down, and the ship labouring so that it seemed as if
every minute must be her last. She was far too heavily laden; and
instead of her being a ship to float out the fiercest storms, here we
were loaded down, so that she lay rolling and pitching in a way that her
seams began to open, and soon every hand had to take his turn at the
pumps.
The days broke heavy and cloudy, and the nights came on with the
darkness awful, and the gale seeming to get fiercer and fiercer, till at
last, worn out, sailors and passengers gave up, the pumps were
abandoned, and refusing one and all to stay below, men and women were
clustered together, getting the best shelter they could.
"I don't like to see a good new ship go to the bottom like this," I
shouted in one of my mates' ears, and he shouted back something about
iron; and I nodded, for we all knew that those great pillars down below
were enough to sink the finest vessel that ever floated.
Just then I saw the skipper go below, while the gentleman who was going
out to superintend was busy lashing one of the life-buoys to his wife.
"That ain't no good," I shouted to him, going up on hands and knees, for
the sea at times was enough to wash you overboard, as she dipped and
rolled as though she would send her masts over the side every moment.
But I got to where they were holding on at last; and seeing that,
landsman-like, he knew nothing of knotting and lashing, I made the
life-buoy fast, just as a great wave leaped over the bows, and swept the
ship from stern to stern.
As soon as I could get my breath, I looked round, to find that where the
mate and three passengers were standing a minute before, was now an
empty space; while on running to the poop, and looking over, there was
nothing to be seen but the fierce rushing waters.
I got back to where those two were clinging together, and though feeling
selfish, as most men would, I couldn't help thinking how sad it would be
for a young handsome couple like them to be lost, for I knew well enough
that though she was lashed to the life-buoy, the most that would do
would be to keep her afloat till she died of cold and exhaustion.
"Can nothing be done?" Mr Vallance--for that was his name--shouted in
my ear.
"Well," I said, shouting again, "if I was captain, I should run all
risks, and get some of that iron over the side."
"Why don't he do it, then?" he exclaimed; and of course, being nobody on
board that ship, I could only shake my head.
Just then Mrs Vallance turned upon me such a pitiful look, as she took
tighter hold of her husband--a look that seemed to say to me: "Oh, save
him, save him!" And I don't know how it was, but feeling that something
ought to be done, I crept along once more to the captain's cabin, and
going down, there, in the dim light, I could see him sitting on a
locker, with a bottle in his hand, and a horrible wild stupid look on
his face, which told me in a moment that he wasn't a fit man to have
been trusted with the lives of forty people in a good new ship. Then I
stood half-bewildered for a few moments, but directly after I was up on
deck, and alongside of Mr Vallance.
"Will you stand by me, sir," I says, "if I'm took to task for what I
do?"
"What are you going to do?" he says.
"Shy that iron over the side."
"To the death, my man!"
"Then lash her fast where she is," I said, nodding to Mrs Vallance;
"and, in God's name, come on."
I saw the poor thing's arms go tight round his neck, and though I
couldn't hear a word she said, I knew it meant: "Don't leave me;" but he
just pointed upwards a moment, kissed her tenderly; and then, I helping,
we made her fast, and the next minute were alongside the hatches, just
over where I knew the great pillars to be.
I knew it was a desperate thing to do, but it was our only chance; and
after swinging round the fore-yard, and rigging up some tackle, the men
saw what was meant, and gave a bit of a cheer. Then they clustered
together, passengers and men, while I shouted to Mr Vallance, offering
him his choice--to go below with another, to make fast the rope to the
pillars, or to stay on deck.
He chose going below; and warning him that we should clap on the hatches
from time to time, to keep out the water, I got hold of a marlinespike,
loosened the tarpaulin a little, had one hatch off, and then stationed
two on each side, to try and keep the opening covered every time a wave
came on board.
It seemed little better than making a way in for the sea to send us to
the bottom at once; but I knew that it was our only hope, and
persevered. Mr Vallance and one of the men went below, the tackle was
lowered, and in less time than I expected, they gave the signal to haul
up. We hauled--the head of the pillar came above the coamings, went
high up, then lowered down till one end rested on the bulwarks; the rope
was cast off; and then, with a cheer, in spite of the rolling of the
ship, it was sent over the side to disappear in the boiling sea.
Another, and another, and another, weighing full six hundredweight
apiece, we had over the side, the men working now fiercely, and with
something like hope in their breasts; and then I roared to them to hold
fast the tarpaulin was pulled over, and I for one threw myself upon it,
just as a wave came rolling along, leaped the bows, and dashed us here
and there.
But we found to our great joy that hardly a drop had gone below, the
weight of the water having flattened down the tarpaulin; so seizing the
tackle once more, we soon had another pillar over the side, and another,
and another--not easily, for it was a hard fight each time; and more
than once men were nearly crushed to death. It was terrible work, too,
casting them loose amidst the hurry and strife of the tempest; but we
kept on, till, utterly worn out and panting, we called on Mr Vallance
to come up, when we once more securely battened down the hatch and
waited for the morning.
We agreed amongst ourselves that the ship did not roll so much; and
perhaps she was a little easier, for we had sent some tons overboard;
but the difference was very little; and morning found us all numbed with
the cold, and helpless to a degree. I caught Mr Vallance's eye, and
signalled to him that we should go on again; but it required all we
could do to get the men to work, one and all saying that it was useless,
and only fighting against our fate.
Seeing that fair words wouldn't do, I got the tackle ready myself, and
then with the marlinespike in one hand, I went up to the first poor
shivering fellow I came to, and half-led, half-dragged him to his place;
Mr Vallance followed suit with another; and one way and another we got
them to work again; and though not so quickly as we did the day before,
we sent over the side tons and tons of that solid iron--each pillar on
being cut loose darting over the bulwark with a crash, and tearing no
end of the planking away, but easing the vessel, so that now we could
feel the difference; and towards night, though the weather was bad as
ever, I began to feel that we might have a chance; for the ship seemed
to ride over the waves more, instead of dipping under them, and
shuddering from stem to stern. We'd been fortunate, too, in keeping the
water from getting into the hold; and one way and another, what with the
feeling of duty done, and the excitement, things did not look so black
as before; when all at once a great wave like a green mountain of water
leaped aboard over the poop, flooded the deck, tore up the tarpaulin and
another hatch, and poured down into the hold, followed by another and
another; and as I clung to one of the masts, blinded and shaking with
the water, I could feel that in those two minutes all our two days' work
had been undone.
"God help us!" I groaned, for I felt that I had done wrong in opening
the hatches; but there was no time for repining. Directly the waves had
passed on, rushing out at the sides, where they had torn away the
bulwarks, I ran to the mouth of the hold, for I felt that Mr Vallance
and the poor fellow with him must have been drowned.
I shouted--once, twice, and then there was a groan; when, seizing hold
of the tackle that we had used to hoist the pillars, I was lowered down,
and began to swim in the rushing water that was surging from side to
side, when I felt myself clutched by a drowning man, and holding on to
him, we were dragged up together.
But I did not want the despairing look Mrs Vallance gave me to make me
go down again, and this time I was washed up against something, which I
seized; but there seemed no life in it when we were hauled up, for the
poor fellow did not move, and it was pitiful to see the way in which his
poor wife clung to him.
Another sea coming on board, it was all we could do to keep from being
swept off; and as the water seemed to leap and plunge down the hatch
with a hollow roar, a chill came over me again, colder than that brought
on by the bitter weather. I was so worn out that I could hardly stir;
but it seemed that if I did not move, no one else would; so shouting to
one or two to help me, I crawled forward, and got the hatches on again,
just as another wave washed over us; but before the next came, with my
marlinespike I had contrived to nail down the tarpaulin once more, in
the hope that, though waterlogged, we might float a little longer.
It seemed strange, but after a little provision had been served round, I
began to be hopeful once more, telling myself that, after all, water was
not worse than iron, and that if we lived to the next day, we might get
clear of our new enemy without taking off the hatches.
We had hard work, though, with Mr Vallance, who lay for hours without
seeming to show a sign of life; but towards morning, from the low
sobbing murmur I heard close by me, and the gentle tones of a man's
voice, I knew that they must have brought him round. You see, I was at
the wheel then, for it had come round to my turn, and as soon as I could
get relieved, I went and spoke to them, and found him able to sit up.
As day began to break, the wind seemed to lull a little, and soon after
a little more, and again a little more, till, with joyful heart, I told
all about me that the worst was over; and it was so, for the wind
shifted round to the south and west, and the sea went down fast. Soon,
too, the sun came out; and getting a little sail on the ship, I began to
steer, as near as I could tell, homewards, hoping before long to be able
to make out our bearings, which I did soon after, and then got the
passengers and crew once more in regular spells at the pumps.
We were terribly full of water; and as the ship rolled the night before,
it was something awful to hear it rush from side to side of the hold,
threatening every minute to force up the decks; but now keeping on a
regular drain, the scuppers ran well, and hour by hour we rose higher
and higher, and the ship, from sailing like a tub, began to answer her
helm easily, and to move through the water.
It was towards afternoon that, for the first time, I remembered the
captain, just, too, as he made his appearance on deck, white-looking,
and ill, but now very angry and important.
I had just sent some of the men aloft, and we were making more sail,
when in a way that there was no need for, he ordered them down, at the
same time saying something very unpleasant to me. Just then I saw Mr
Vallance step forward to where the other passengers were collected, many
of them being his own men; and then, after few words, they all came aft
together to where the captain stood, and Mr Vallance acted as
spokesman.
"Captain Johnson," he said, "I am speaking the wishes of the passengers
of this ship when I request you to go below to your cabin, and to stay
there until we reach port."
"Are you mad, sir?" exclaimed the captain.
"Not more so than the rest of the passengers," said Mr Vallance, "who,
one and all, agree with me that they have no confidence in you as
captain; and that, moreover, they consider that by your conduct you have
virtually resigned the command of the ship into Mr Robinson's hands."
"Are you aware, Mr Passenger, that _Mister_ Robinson is one of the
apprentices?"
"I am aware, sir, that he has carried this vessel through a fearful
storm, when her appointed commander left those men and women in his
charge to their fate, while he, like a coward, went below to drown out
all knowledge of the present with drink."
He raved and stormed, and then called upon the crew to help him; but Mr
Vallance told them that he would be answerable to the owners for their
conduct, and not a man stirred. I spoke to him till he turned angry,
and insisted upon my keeping to the command, and backed up at last by
both passengers and crew, who laughed, and seemed to enjoy it; but I
must say that, until we cast anchor in Yarmouth Roads, they obeyed me to
a man.
So they made the captain keep for all the world like a prisoner to his
cabin till we entered the Tyne, after being detained a few days only in
the Roads, where it had been necessary to refit, both of the topmasts
being snapped, and the jib-boom being sprung, besides our being leaky,
though not so bad but that a couple of hours a day after the first
clearance kept the water under.
Before we had passed Harwich very far, we had the beach yawls out, one
after another, full of men wanting to board us and take us into harbour,
so as to claim salvage. One and all had the same tale to tell us--that
we could never get into port ourselves; and more than once it almost
took force to keep them from taking possession, for, not content with
rendering help when it is wanted, they are only too ready to make their
help necessary, and have frightened many a captain before now into
giving up his charge into other hands. But with Mr Vallance at my
back, I stood firm; and somehow or another I did feel something very
much like pride when I took the brig safely into port, and listened to
the owners remarks.