I hurried back to the boat. The casks were filled. We got them in.
Should we remain in the harbour and try to conceal ourselves, or should
we boldly pull out with the certainty of being seen, but yet with the
possibility of getting back to the schooner and putting to sea before
the privateer's men could reach us. We decided on the latter course,
not a moment was to be lost. If we should succeed in getting out to sea
we should be safe; for with so large a number of her people on shore it
was not likely that the French ships would chase us.
"Now, my lads, pull for life and liberty!" I exclaimed, as I took the
helm. "Gently at first till we are clear of the harbour. The Frenchmen
won't see us till then."
The entrance was not very easy; as soon as we were outside the boys gave
way. I every now and then turned my head round to ascertain if we were
observed. The Frenchmen were most probably, as we had been, searching
for water and did not see us. At length they caught sight of us, I
concluded, as I saw them running along the shore as fast as their legs
would carry them. My boys exerted their arms in a like manner. The
Frenchmen, although they saw that we were beyond their reach, fired a
shot at us. Another and another followed. It was done in mere
wantonness, for they could not have known who we were. We were much too
distant from them, however, for the shot to reach us. Heavily laden as
was our boat, the boys urged her on fast, and in a short time we were
alongside the schooner. Charley White, who had remained in charge, had
heard the shots, and guessing who had fired them, had got the sheep on
board with the wood and grass, and made everything ready for weighing.
Happily, the breeze blew down the harbour. We speedily hoisted the
boats on board and got the anchors up, and while the Frenchmen were
climbing up a height which formed the eastern shore of the inlet, we ran
out and were speedily clear of the land. We could see them through the
glass stamping on the ground, apparently with rage at our having escaped
them. The northerly breeze carried us in a short time out of their
sight and indeed out of sight of the land itself. We were to the south
of the equator, and that northerly wind was the hottest I ever
experienced; from its very smell we could tell that it had blown over
many hundred miles of burnt earth or dry sand. We kept south; for I
purposed going round Van Diemen's Land instead of through Bass's
Straits--not then very well known.
Next day we looked out with some anxiety for the Frenchman, but he was
nowhere to be seen, and we entertained the hope that we had escaped him
altogether.
We sighted the southern part of Van Diemen's Land. But as we should not
have been allowed to land at the new settlement then even had we wished
it, unless we had put in there in distress, we continued our course for
Port Jackson. It was time for us to be in port. We had eaten up all
the fowls except those we wanted to land; the biscuits were becoming
mouldy, the water bad, the hay was nearly consumed, and the sheep, put
on short allowance, were looking thin, though otherwise healthy.
The lads were continually going to the mast-head, each one eager to be
the first to discover land.
We were edging in for the coast, from which I knew that we were not far
distant, when Mark, who was aloft, shouted out, "Land! land! Hurrah!
the land we are bound for!" I was afraid that in the exuberance of his
delight he would have let go his hold, and come down by the run on deck.
John thought so too, and with alarm expressed in his countenance, ran
under him to catch him in his arms. He held on, however, and in a few
seconds his brother and White joined him, and shouted with almost as
much glee as he had exhibited, "Land! land!" We stood in directly for
it, for by my calculations we were not far off Botany Bay, or rather
Port Jackson, for that in reality was the port for which we were bound.
In England in those days people always spoke of Botany Bay, because that
was the place where Captain Cook landed before Port Jackson was
discovered.
A strong breeze was blowing, which carried us rapidly towards the land.
The wind increased, and dark clouds were seen gathering in the
south-east. I had heard of a black squall off that coast, and from the
darkness of the sky and the increasing wind, I was afraid that one was
now brewing. Charley White was of my opinion, I found. This made me
more than ever anxious to get into harbour before dark. Still it
increased the danger of approaching the shore, and the bay afforded no
shelter to the wind then blowing. We flew rapidly on; the dim outline
of the coast became more and more distinct. At length we could
distinguish some lofty headlands directly ahead.
Charley White knew that two such headlands mark the entrance to Port
Jackson, but he reminded me that there is a third, which forms the side
of False Bay, and that more than one ship had run in there, and that
instead of finding a sheltering harbour they had been thrown against the
rugged cliffs which form its sides.
The knowledge of this increased my anxiety. The sky in the east became
darker and darker, and the wind yet further increased, till it blew
almost a hurricane; heavy seas came rolling up, topped with white foam,
leaping in eagerness it seemed to catch the little craft which had borne
us in safety so far over the bosom of the ocean, and was about to escape
altogether from their power.
Peter stood at the helm. Charley and I kept a keen look-out ahead. As
we flew on, the land became more distinct, and the outline of the
headlands appeared; still darkness was coming on--a mistake would be
fatal.
"I see the heads!" exclaimed Charley at length. "There is no mistake; I
am certain of it. Starboard a little, Peter. That will do, she is
heading right in for the entrance. Take the bearings now; keep her
exact on that course. My life for it, we shall get safe into the
harbour."
My anxiety was lifted off my shoulders. I had a confidence in Charley's
judgment and knowledge which I should have placed in few people, but he
had already shown me that he was to be trusted. The darkness now came
rapidly on, and so heavy a sea got up, and so furiously blew the gale,
that I often doubted whether the little _May Flower_ would stand it. I
doubt whether alone I could have found the entrance; but Charley never
wavered in his opinion. Keeping his eye towards the land, now gradually
becoming shrouded in deeper and deeper gloom, he continued to direct
Peter how to steer.
After a time the land rose up close ahead of us, but there was a deep
slit in the centre, which seemed each instant to increase in width, and
then the cliffs appeared on either side. The roar of the waves was
tremendous, deafening to our ears; but we felt them less and less, till,
rushing on, a wide, open, smooth expanse lay before us, and we were in
smooth water--the haven where we would be.