We made the Desertas off Rio without having had one day on which my wife
and the children couldn't be on deck with comfort. They were tried
somewhat by the heat, for it was hot in our little cabin with the sun
striking down on the deck all day, but they didn't mind that much. I
was most anxious about the sheep. I had made up my mind that we were to
do great things with them, and I dreaded any of them dying. We used to
have them up on deck every day to walk about, two at a time, and they
all became as tame as lambs; indeed, they lived like aldermen, and grew
as sleek and fat, for we kept them well washed and clean, for I couldn't
help thinking that would be conducive to their health.
It was necessary to go into Rio, but I was sorry to have to do it on one
account. It is so beautiful a place that I thought my wife and daughter
might think meanly of our future home after it. It is a beautiful
country, with its magnificent harbour, and surrounding hills, and
tropical trees and villas, and the city looks very fine till you get
into it. I hoped not to be detained there more than three days, so as
soon as Peter had returned from the shore where he went to order our
provisions, and to learn where we could get the best water, I took my
wife and Mary and the rest of the children there, that they might see
what a foreign city is like.
Scarcely had we set foot on shore than we saw collected on the quay
nearly two hundred black people all huddled together, men and women,
young girls and boys, and little children, with hardly a rag to cover
them, looking wretched and startled and wild, very little like human
beings. Mary drew closer to me.
"Oh, father, what are they?" she asked.
"Those are negroes just landed from a slave ship," said I, for in those
days the Brazilians had no law against slaving. "They are on their way
to a shed, to be washed, fed, and dressed a little may be, and then sent
up to the slave market, where they will be sold one by one, or a lot
together, just as buyers may require, as a farmer sells his sheep and
cattle to a butcher or a grazier, to kill or fatten."
"And those poor people have souls just as we have," exclaimed Mary.
"How dreadful!"
As we walked on we passed numbers of negroes grunting under heavy loads,
some working for their owners, others let out to hire like beasts of
burden, but none labouring for themselves. A little further on we
passed a shrine, a little house open in front, with a figure in it, and
ornamented with flowers, and candles burning; and some people, women and
old men, were kneeling down before it, and muttering words as quickly as
their lips could move, and counting on necklaces with small and large
beads, and a cross at the end; and suddenly, as soon as they had done,
it seemed, up they jumped, and walked on, and other people passing just
made a bow and the sign of the cross, and hurried away.
"Is that an idol, father?" asked Mary; "I didn't know these people were
heathen."
I thereon told her that the figure was that of a saint, and that the
people in their ignorance had got to worship the figure instead of
saying prayers to the saint, though even that to our notion was very
bad, as Christ had taught us to pray to God only. I saw that my dear
wife, and Mary and Susan, were greatly shocked at this, but they were to
see something worse, for before long we espied a great crowd moving
towards us, and we got up into a porch to avoid them. Presently there
came by first some men holding up a rich silken canopy, under which
walked a priest in magnificent robes all gold and silver, and he had
something in his hand; and as soon as the people saw him, whites and
blacks alike fell down on their knees and worshipped him, or rather, as
we were afterwards told, what he carried in his hands, which was the
host. This is a wafer and some wine, which the people believe is turned
into the real body and blood of Christ. After him came a number of
people with masks on their faces, and large cloaks on, so that they
could not be known, bearing on their shoulders a huge figure of the
Virgin Mary, and the infant Jesus in her arms. She was dressed in robes
of silk with a crown of gold on her head, and numberless jewels
glittering on her shoulders. Many other figures followed--one of Christ
bearing the cross, and of various saints; and there were little boys
looking like girls dressed up in pink and blue silk, and gold and silver
dresses all stuck out with glittering wings; and there were big boys or
priests in red and white gowns swinging censers, and others ringing
bells and chanting; and lastly there came regiments of soldiers with
bands playing before them, and the procession went on through a number
of streets, and at last into a church, when the soldiers marched away in
different directions. We were told that it was a religious procession,
though we could not understand how it was to advance the cause of
religion; indeed, we were particularly struck by the indifference with
which all the people looked on, and those especially who walked in the
procession. The men in black masks and hoods who carried the figures
were, we were told, doing penance for their sins, and that they believed
that they were thus washing away all the sins they had committed for the
year past; they, poor people, were not told by their priests that the
blood of Christ can alone cleanse men from sin. We saw many other
things, some of which we admired, for the city has some fine squares,
and open places, and broad streets, and handsome buildings. I need not
have been afraid of my wife wishing to remain in the country, for she
was in a hurry to get on board again, and declared that no money would
tempt her to live among people who held their fellow-creatures in
slavery, and practised such wicked mummeries and idolatries.
"No," she exclaimed, "let me live where I can have a parish church, in
which all pray and sing praises to God together in our own language, and
hear a simple sermon which we can understand, reminding us of our
duties, and admonishing us of our faults. That's what I call public
worship."
"And that's what I hope we shall get, dear wife, in time, out where we
are going, but I doubt whether we have much chance of it yet," said I;
for I knew that people when they get away from England are too apt to
grow careless about their church, and their religion also.
We quickly got on board our water, and fuel, and fresh provisions, and
some green stuff, and hay for the sheep, and corn for the fowls. The
two boys went on shore with their brothers and brought off a bowl of
gold and silver fish, as they said, to make amends for the lark and one
of the robins which had died. Once more the little _May Flower_ was
ploughing the ocean with her head to the east. People at Rio were very
much astonished when they heard of the long voyage we were making.
"I would rather be in that little craft with a clear conscience, than in
many a ship ten times her size which I have met at sea," I answered, and
it was proved that I was right.
As we were losing sight of the coast of South America, my wife, looking
back at it again, expressed her thankfulness that we were not compelled
to live among its inhabitants.
"But," said I, "it's a beautiful place, Martha. So is this world a very
beautiful world, but it's man that mars it. If man were free from sin,
it would be next to heaven itself."
For ten days or more we had a beautiful run to the eastward. I never
saw the little craft go along so fast; it was difficult to believe that,
with the smooth sea we now had, we were out in mid-ocean, hundreds of
miles from any land.
We were in the latitude of the Cape of Good Hope, and expected to make
the land in a few days, when the weather gave signs of changing. We had
hitherto been greatly favoured, and I had, with the rest, begun to
believe that we should escape bad weather altogether. The sea got up,
and the wind went on increasing, but we got the schooner under snug
canvas in good time. As we were undermanned, it was necessary to be
very careful in that respect. I told my wife and children that they
must look out for a regular gale, such as they had not been accustomed
to, and make everything fast in the cabins. We got the sheep slung, so
as to prevent them being knocked over, and then at last battened down
the hatches, intending to heave the vessel to, should the gale not
abate.
I had been well accustomed to face bad weather in the Channel in my
little vessel, and so had my boys; and I knew well what she would do;
but when they saw the heavy seas now rolling up towards us, their young
cheeks turned pale with alarm. It certainly did look as if one of those
heavy, moving, dark green, watery hills rising up on every side, with
the spoon-drift flying from their summits, must ere long engulf us; but
the tight little craft, buoyant as a cork, with her stout masts and
strong new canvas, every rope well served, and not a strand even chafed,
rose up, and then sunk down the steep slopes into the wide valleys
between the seas, not one breaking aboard us, though we were every now
and then pretty well blinded with the showers of spray which drove
across the deck. Still we could not tell what might happen, and the
time was an anxious one. At last, when I found how beautifully the
schooner was behaving, I determined to call my wife and daughters up,
that they might witness a sight which I certainly hoped they might never
have to look on again. I slid back the companion hatch and called them.
My wife would not venture to move, but Mary and Susan came up. They
stood for a minute or more with their eyes opening and very pale; Mary
holding my arm, Susan her brother's.
"I called you girls to show you what the ocean is like sometimes,
happily not very often."
Mary continued silent for some time. At last she gasped out, "Oh,
father, what nothings we are!"
"That's what many a seaman feels, even on board a line-of-battle ship,
when in a sea like this, though he doesn't say it," I remarked. "Yes,
Mary, we are indeed nothing, but we are in the hands of God, and He it
is with His wise laws governs the movement of every one of those vast
mountain billows. Let but one of them in our track go out of its
course, and this little craft, ay, and the biggest afloat, would be
utterly overwhelmed and driven down by the tremendous weight of water
which would fall over her."
Mary stood gazing, lost in wonder, and not a little fear also, and
unable to speak. However, when I proposed her going below again, she
was very unwilling to quit the deck. "I shall dream of this for many a
night," she said.
While I was speaking, I caught sight of a sail to the eastward. I
looked for her again, as we rose to the top of the next sea, and pointed
her out to Peter. "Yes, father, sure enough there is a sail, and a
large craft too, though she has but little canvas set: we are nearing
her, I fancy."
The stranger was, however, nearing us, and as we occasionally got a
glimpse of her through our glasses, we saw that she had carried away her
main-topmast and mizzenmast, and that she was labouring much, running
before the wind with only a close-reefed fore-topsail set. As far as we
could judge she looked indeed in some distress. On she came towards us.
The wind now again increased, and the seas became more dangerous.
Fearing that one might break over us, I sent Mary and Susan and the boys
below again, and secured the hatches over them; which done, we passed
life lines fore and aft, to give us a holdfast in case of accidents.
The stranger drew nearer and nearer. We now saw how deep she was in the
water, and how terribly she was labouring. I watched her with double
anxiety, on her account as well as on our own. In another ten minutes
she would be down upon us, and from the course she was steering, it
would be a miracle if we escaped destruction. Just then a signal of
distress was run up, but the flag was instantly blown away, and the next
minute she gave a plunge forward, and before she rose her remaining mast
went over the bows, where the spars hung seemingly engaged in battering
them in. Scarcely had this occurred than she broached to, and lay like
a helpless log in the trough of the seas. Still she was fearfully near,
and I was far from satisfied that she would not drive down upon us, and
if so, inevitably with one touch send us to the bottom. Our only chance
of escape was to make sail, but the alternative was a dangerous one. I
was preparing to do this when we saw those on board stretching out their
hands towards us imploring help. It was a piteous sight, for none could
we afford, and all her own boats had, we saw, been washed away. Now, as
we mounted to the summit of a sea, she began, it seemed, to climb up
another watery height, but a still vaster billow came rolling on, and
thundering over her deck; down she went beneath it, and the next moment,
when we looked, not a trace of her was to be seen except a few planks
and spars, which rose to the surface out of the vortex she formed as she
sank. Yes, as we continued to gaze, between us and where she had been
floated a grating, and to it clung a human form. He was alive, for he
turned his head towards us, as if beseeching us to save him. It is
strange that we felt more eager to do so than we had been to save all
the poor beings who had just gone down before our eyes. The reason was
plain; in the first instance we knew that we could not help them; there
seemed a possibility that we might rescue the person now floating so
close to us. He was being cast by the sea nearer and nearer to us. We
got ropes ready at either end of the vessel to heave to him. Peter
fastened one round his own waist. "Take care, Peter," said I.
"He may not be able to seize a rope, father, as he drives by, and I may
have a chance of getting hold of him," he answered.
I couldn't deny him, but I trembled for my son's safety; still, when a
right thing is to be done, when life is to be saved, we must not be too
nice about calculating the loss we may suffer. Now we thought that the
stranger would be driven away from us, now again he was washed towards
the schooner; if our feelings of anxiety were intense, how much greater
must his have been? Now he appeared on the foaming summit of a sea far
above us, then he went sinking down deep into the gulf below. Truly
there seemed to be a power above guiding him. I can have no doubt there
was. Suddenly a sea drove him close to the schooner; I thought for a
moment that it would have actually washed him on board. "Hold on,"
cried Peter, springing into the foaming water; and before the drowning
man was carried away again he had grasped him by the shoulders, the man
still holding to the raft. Thus together they were towed alongside, and
Peter holding on to the man with a strength which I scarcely supposed he
possessed, they were hauled up on deck. The stranger immediately
fainted, and Peter was in a very little better condition for a short
time; however, he soon recovered. The stranger we took below, and by
rubbing his body with hot flannels, putting bags of sand made hot to his
feet and hands, and pouring a little weak brandy and water down his
throat, he at length, to our great satisfaction, came round. He
remained in bed all that day and the next, and I wouldn't let him say
anything, not even to tell us who he was, greatly to the disappointment
of my wife and daughters, who were naturally curious to know.