"Now then, my lads," said Smeaton, on the 12th of June 1757, "we shall
lay the foundation to-day, so let us go to work with a will."
"Faix, then," whispered Teddy Maroon to John Bowden, as they proceeded
to the wharf, where the ready-cut stones were being put on board the
Eddystone boat, "it's little good we'll do av we _don't_ go to work wid
a will."
"I believe you, my boy," replied John, heartily. John Bowden said and
did everything heartily. "An' we won't be long," he continued, "about
laying the first course, it's such a small one."
"Hallo!" shouted the man in charge of the boat, as they came in sight of
it, "come along, lads; we're all ready."
According to directions they ran down, and jumped on board "with a
will." Smeaton took his place in the stern. They pushed off with a
will; sailed and pulled out the fourteen miles with a will; jumped on
the rock, landed the heavy stones, went immediately into action, cleaned
the bed, and laid the first stone of the great work--all under the same
vigorous impulse of the will. This was at eight in the morning. By the
evening tide, the first "course," which formed but a small segment of a
circle, was fitted with the utmost despatch, bedded in mortar and
trenailed down. Next day the second course was partly landed on the
rock; the men still working with a will, for moments out there were more
precious than hours or days in ordinary building,--but before they got
the whole course landed, old Ocean also began to work with a will, and
eventually proved himself stronger than his adversaries, by driving
them, in a terrific storm, from the Rock!
They reached the _Buss_ with difficulty, and lay there idle while the
mad waves revelled round the rocks, and danced through their works
deridingly. It seemed, however, as though they were only "in fun," for,
on returning to work after the gale abated, it was found that "no harm
had been done." As if, however, to check any premature felicitations,
old Ocean again sent a sudden squall on the 18th, which drove the men
once more off the rock, without allowing time to chain the stones
landed, so that five of them were lost.
This was a serious disaster. The lost stones could only be replaced by
new ones being cut from the distant quarries. Prompt in all
emergencies, Smeaton hurried away and set two men to work on each stone,
night and day; nevertheless, despite his utmost efforts, seconded by
willing men, the incident caused the loss of more than a week.
Fogs now stepped in to aid and abet the winds and waves in their mad
efforts to stop the work. Stop it! They little knew what indomitable
spirits some men have got. As well might they have attempted to stop
the course of time! They succeeded, however, in causing vexatious
delays, and, in July, had the audacity to fling a wreck in the very
teeth of the builders, as if to taunt them with the futility of their
labours.
It happened thus: On the night of the 5th a vessel named the _Charming
Sally_, about 130 tons burden, and hailing from Biddeford, came sailing
over the main. A bright lookout was kept on board of her, of course,
for the wind was moderately high, and the fog immoderately thick. The
_Sally_ progressed charmingly till midnight, when the look-out observed
"something" right ahead. He thought the something looked like
fishing-boats, and, being an unusually bright fellow, he resolved to
wait until he should be quite sure before reporting what he saw. With a
jovial swirl the waves bore the _Charming Sally_ to her doom. "Rocks
ahead!" roared the bright look-out, rather suddenly. "Rocks under her
bottom," thought the crew of seven hands, as they leaped on deck, and
felt the out-lying reefs of the Eddystone playing pitch and toss with
their keel. Dire was the confusion on board, and cruel were the blows
dealt with ungallant and unceasing violence at the hull of the _Charming
Sally_; and black, black as the night would have been the fate of the
hapless seamen on that occasion if the builders of the Eddystone had not
kept a brighter look-out on board their sheltering _Buss_. John Bowden
had observed the vessel bearing down on the rocks, and gave a startling
alarm. Without delay a boat was launched and pulled to the rescue.
Meanwhile the vessel filled so fast that their boat floated on the deck
before the crew could get into it, and the whole affair had occurred so
suddenly that some of the men, when taken off, were only in their
shirts. That night the rescued men were hospitably entertained in the
_Buss_ by the builders of the new lighthouse, and, soon after, the ribs
of the _Charming Sally_ were torn to pieces by the far-famed teeth of
the Eddystone--another added to the countless thousands of wrecks which
had been demonstrating the urgent need there was for a lighthouse there,
since the earliest days of navigation.
Having enacted this pleasant little episode, the indefatigable builders
set to work again to do battle with the winds and waves. That the
battle was a fierce one is incidentally brought out by the fact that on
the 8th of August the sea was said "for the first time" to have
refrained from going over the works during a whole tide!
On the 11th of the same month the building was brought to a level with
the highest point of the Rock. This was a noteworthy epoch, inasmuch as
the first completely _circular_ course was laid down, and the men had
more space to move about.
Mr Smeaton, indeed, seems to have moved about too much. Possibly the
hilarious state of his mind unduly affected his usually sedate body. At
all events, from whatever cause, he chanced to tumble off the edge of
the building, and fell on the rocks below, at the very feet of the
amazed Teddy Maroon, who happened to be at work there at the time.
"Och, is it kilt ye are, sur?" demanded the Irishman.
"Not quite," replied Smeaton, rising and carefully examining his thumb,
which had been dislocated.
"Sure now it's a sargeon ye should have bin," said Teddy, as his
commander jerked the thumb into its place as though it had been the
disabled joint of a mathematical instrument, and quietly returned to his
labours.
About this time also the great shears, by means of which the stones were
raised to the top of the building, were overturned, and fell with a
crash amongst the men; fortunately, however, no damage to life or limb
resulted, though several narrow escapes were made. Being now on a good
platform, they tried to work at night with the aid of links, but the
enemy came down on them in the form of wind, and constantly blew the
links out. The builders, determined not to be beaten, made a huge
bonfire of their links. The enemy, growing furious, called up
reinforcements of the waves, and not only drowned out the bonfire but
drove the builders back to the shelter of their fortress, the _Buss_,
and shut them up there for several days, while the waves, coming
constantly up in great battalions, broke high over the re-erected
shears, and did great damage to the machinery and works, but failed to
move the sturdy root of the lighthouse which had now been fairly
planted, though the attack was evidently made in force, this being the
worst storm of the season. It lasted fifteen days.
On the 1st September the enemy retired for a little repose, and the
builders, instantly sallying out, went to work again "with a will," and
secured eighteen days of uninterrupted progress. Then the ocean, as if
refreshed, renewed the attack, and kept it up with such unceasing vigour
that the builders drew off and retired into winter quarters on the 3rd
of October, purposing to continue the war in the following spring.
During this campaign of 1757 the column of the lighthouse had risen four
feet six inches above the highest point of the Eddystone Rock. Thus
ended the second season, and the wearied but dauntless men returned to
the work-yard on shore to carve the needful stones, and otherwise to
prepare ammunition for the coming struggle.
Sitting one night that winter at John Potter's fireside, smoking his
pipe in company with John Bowden, Teddy Maroon expressed his belief that
building lighthouses was about the hardest and the greatest work that
man could undertake; that the men who did undertake such work ought not
only to receive double pay while on duty, but also half pay for the
remainder of their natural lives; that the thanks of the king, lords,
and commons, inscribed on vellum, should be awarded to each man; and
that gold medals should be struck commemorative of such great events,--
all of which he said with great emphasis, discharging a sharp little
puff of smoke between every two or three words, and winding up with a
declaration that "them was his sentiments."
To all this old John Potter gravely nodded assent, and old Martha--being
quite deaf to sound as well as reason--shook her head so decidedly that
her cap quivered again.
John Bowden ventured to differ. He--firing off little cloudlets of
smoke between words, in emulation of his friend--gave it as his opinion
that "war was wuss," an opinion which he founded on the authority of his
departed father, who had fought all through the Peninsular campaign, and
who had been in the habit of entertaining his friends and family with
such graphic accounts of storming breaches, bombarding fortresses,
lopping off heads, arms, and legs, screwing bayonets into men's gizzards
and livers, and otherwise agonising human frames, and demolishing human
handiwork, that the hair of his auditors' heads would certainly have
stood on end if that capillary proceeding had been at all possible.
But Teddy Maroon did not admit the force of his friend's arguments. He
allowed, indeed, that war was a great work, inasmuch as it was a great
evil, whereas lighthouse-building was a great blessing; and he
contended, that while the first was a cause of unmitigated misery, and
productive of nothing better than widows, orphans, and national debts,
the second was the source of immense happiness, and of salvation to
life, limb, and property.
To this John Bowden objected, and Teddy Maroon retorted, whereupon a war
of words began, which speedily waged so hot that the pipes of both
combatants went out, and old John Potter found it necessary to assume
the part of peace-maker, in which, being himself a keen debater, he
failed, and there is no saying what might have been the result of it if
old Martha had not brought the action to a summary close by telling her
visitors in shrill tones to "hold their noise." This they did after
laughing heartily at the old woman's fierce expression of countenance.
Before parting, however, they all agreed without deciding the question
at issue--that lighthouse-building was truly a noble work.