ALL that could be discovered, however, on these pieces of paper was
a few words here and there, the remainder of the lines being almost
completely obliterated by the action of the water. Lord Glenarvan
examined them attentively for a few minutes, turning them over on all
sides, holding them up to the light, and trying to decipher the least
scrap of writing, while the others looked on with anxious eyes. At last
he said: “There are three distinct documents here, apparently copies of
the same document in three different languages. Here is one in English,
one in French, and one in German.”
“But can you make any sense out of them?” asked Lady Helena.
“That’s hard to say, my dear Helena, the words are quite incomplete.”
“Perhaps the one may supplement the other,” suggested Major McNabbs.
“Very likely they will,” said the captain. “It is impossible that
the very same words should have been effaced in each document, and by
putting the scraps together we might gather some intelligible meaning
out of them.”
“That’s what we will do,” rejoined Lord Glenarvan; “but let us proceed
methodically. Here is the English document first.”
All that remained of it was the following:
62 _Bri gow
sink stra
aland
skipp Gr
that monit of long
and ssistance
lost_
“There’s not much to be made out of that,” said the Major, looking
disappointed.
“No, but it is good English anyhow,” returned the captain.
“There’s no doubt of it,” said Glenarvan. “The words SINK, ALAND, LOST
are entire; SKIPP is evidently part of the word SKIPPER, and that’s
what they call ship captains often in England. There seems a Mr. Gr.
mentioned, and that most likely is the captain of the shipwrecked
vessel.”
“Well, come, we have made out a good deal already,” said Lady Helena.
“Yes, but unfortunately there are whole lines wanting,” said the Major,
“and we have neither the name of the ship nor the place where she was
shipwrecked.”
“We’ll get that by and by,” said Edward.
“Oh, yes; there is no doubt of it,” replied the Major, who always echoed
his neighbor’s opinion. “But how?”
“By comparing one document with the other.”
“Let us try them,” said his wife.
The second piece of paper was even more destroyed than the first; only a
few scattered words remained here and there.
It ran as follows:
7 Juni Glas
zwei atrosen
graus
bringt ihnen
“This is written in German,” said John Mangles the moment he looked at
it.
“And you understand that language, don’t you?” asked Lord Glenarvan.
“Perfectly.”
“Come, then, tell us the meaning of these words.”
The captain examined the document carefully, and said:
“Well, here’s the date of the occurrence first: 7 Juni means June 7; and
if we put that before the figures 62 we have in the other document, it
gives us the exact date, 7th of June, 1862.”
“Capital!” exclaimed Lady Helena. “Go on, John!”
“On the same line,” resumed the young captain, “there is the syllable
GLAS and if we add that to the GOW we found in the English paper, we get
the whole word GLASGOW at once. The documents evidently refer to some
ship that sailed out of the port of Glasgow.”
“That is my opinion, too,” said the Major.
“The second line is completely effaced,” continued the Captain; “but
here are two important words on the third. There is ZWEI, which means
TWO, and ATROSEN or MATROSEN, the German for SAILORS.”
“Then I suppose it is about a captain and two sailors,” said Lady
Helena.
“It seems so,” replied Lord Glenarvan.
“I must confess, your Lordship, that the next word puzzles me. I can
make nothing of it. Perhaps the third document may throw some light on
it. The last two words are plain enough. BRINGT IHNEN means BRING THEM;
and, if you recollect, in the English paper we had SSISTANCE, so
by putting the parts together, it reads thus, I think: ‘BRING THEM
ASSISTANCE.’”
“Yes, that must be it,” replied Lord Glenarvan. “But where are the poor
fellows? We have not the slightest indication of the place, meantime,
nor of where the catastrophe happened.”
“Perhaps the French copy will be more explicit,” suggested Lady Helena.
“Here it is, then,” said Lord Glenarvan, “and that is in a language we
all know.”
The words it contained were these:
troi ats tannia
gonie austral
abor
contin pr cruel indi
jete ongit
et 37 degrees 11” LAT
“There are figures!” exclaimed Lady Helena. “Look!”
“Let us go steadily to work,” said Lord Glenarvan, “and begin at the
beginning. I think we can make out from the incomplete words in the
first line that a three-mast vessel is in question, and there is little
doubt about the name; we get that from the fragments of the other
papers; it is the BRITANNIA. As to the next two words, GONIE and
AUSTRAL, it is only AUSTRAL that has any meaning to us.”
“But that is a valuable scrap of information,” said John Mangles. “The
shipwreck occurred in the southern hemisphere.”
“That’s a wide world,” said the Major.
“Well, we’ll go on,” resumed Glenarvan. “Here is the word ABOR; that
is clearly the root of the verb ABORDER. The poor men have landed
somewhere; but where? CONTIN--does that mean continent? CRUEL!”
“CRUEL!” interrupted John Mangles. “I see now what GRAUS is part of in
the second document. It is GRAUSAM, the word in German for CRUEL!”
“Let’s go on,” said Lord Glenarvan, becoming quite excited over his
task, as the incomplete words began to fill up and develop their
meaning. “INDI,--is it India where they have been shipwrecked? And what
can this word ONGIT be part of? Ah! I see--it is LONGITUDE; and here is
the latitude, 37 degrees 11”. That is the precise indication at last,
then!”
“But we haven’t the longitude,” objected McNabbs.
“But we can’t get everything, my dear Major; and it is something at all
events, to have the exact latitude. The French document is decidedly
the most complete of the three; but it is plain enough that each is the
literal translation of the other, for they all contain exactly the same
number of lines. What we have to do now is to put together all the
words we have found, and translate them into one language, and try to
ascertain their most probable and logical sense.”
“Well, what language shall we choose?” asked the Major.
“I think we had better keep to the French, since that was the most
complete document of the three.”
“Your Lordship is right,” said John Mangles, “and besides, we’re all
familiar with the language.”
“Very well, then, I’ll set to work.”
In a few minutes he had written as follows:
7 Juin 1862 trois-mats Britannia Glasgow
sombre gonie austral
a terre deux matelots
capitaine Gr abor
contin pr cruel indi
jete ce document de longitude
et 37 degrees 11” de latitude Portez-leur secours
perdus.
[7th of June, 1862 three-mast BRITANNIA Glasgow]
foundered gonie southern
on the coast two sailors Gr
Captain landed
contin pr cruel indi
thrown this document in longitude
and 37 degrees 11” latitude Bring them assistance
lost
Just at that moment one of the sailors came to inform the captain that
they were about entering the Firth of Clyde, and to ask what were his
orders.
“What are your Lordship’s intentions?” said John Mangles, addressing
Lord Glenarvan.
“To get to Dunbarton as quickly as possible, John; and Lady Helena will
return to Malcolm Castle, while I go on to London and lay this document
before the Admiralty.”
The sailor received orders accordingly, and went out to deliver them to
the mate.
“Now, friends,” said Lord Glenarvan, “let us go on with our
investigations, for we are on the track of a great catastrophe, and the
lives of several human beings depend on our sagacity. We must give our
whole minds to the solution of this enigma.”
“First of all, there are three very distinct things to be considered
in this document--the things we know, the things we may conjecture, the
things we do not know.”
“What are those we know? We know that on the 7th of June a three-mast
vessel, the BRITANNIA of Glasgow, foundered; that two sailors and the
captain threw this document into the sea in 37 degrees 11” latitude, and
they entreat help.”
“Exactly so,” said the Major.
“What are those now we may conjecture?” continued Glenarvan. “That the
shipwreck occurred in the southern seas; and here I would draw your
attention at once to the incomplete word GONIE. Doesn’t the name of the
country strike you even in the mere mention of it?”
“Patagonia!” exclaimed Lady Helena.
“Undoubtedly.”
“But is Patagonia crossed by the 37th parallel?” asked the Major.
“That is easily ascertained,” said the captain, opening a map of South
America. “Yes, it is; Patagonia just touches the 37th parallel. It cuts
through Araucania, goes along over the Pampas to the north, and loses
itself in the Atlantic.”
“Well, let us proceed then with our conjectures. The two sailors and the
captain LAND--land where? CONTIN--on a continent; on a continent, mark
you, not an island. What becomes of them? There are two letters here
providentially which give a clew to their fate--PR, that must mean
prisoners, and CRUEL INDIAN is evidently the meaning of the next two
words. These unfortunate men are captives in the hands of cruel Indians.
Don’t you see it? Don’t the words seem to come of themselves, and fill
up the blanks? Isn’t the document quite clear now? Isn’t the sense
self-evident?”
Glenarvan spoke in a tone of absolute conviction, and his enthusiastic
confidence appeared contagious, for the others all exclaimed, too, “Yes,
it is evident, quite evident!”
After an instant, Lord Edward said again, “To my own mind the hypothesis
is so plausible, that I have no doubt whatever the event occurred on the
coast of Patagonia, but still I will have inquiries made in Glasgow, as
to the destination of the BRITANNIA, and we shall know if it is possible
she could have been wrecked on those shores.”
“Oh, there’s no need to send so far to find out that,” said John
Mangles. “I have the _Mercantile and Shipping Gazette_ here, and we’ll
see the name on the list, and all about it.”
“Do look at once, then,” said Lord Glenarvan.
The file of papers for the year 1862 was soon brought, and John began
to turn over the leaves rapidly, running down each page with his eye in
search of the name required. But his quest was not long, for in a few
minutes he called out: “I’ve got it! ‘May 30, 1862, Peru-Callao, with
cargo for Glasgow, the BRITANNIA, Captain Grant.’”
“Grant!” exclaimed Lord Glenarvan. “That is the adventurous Scotchman
that attempted to found a new Scotland on the shores of the Pacific.”
“Yes,” rejoined John Mangles, “it is the very man. He sailed from
Glasgow in the BRITANNIA in 1861, and has not been heard of since.”
“There isn’t a doubt of it, not a shadow of doubt,” repeated Lord
Glenarvan. “It is just that same Captain Grant. The BRITANNIA left
Callao on the 30th of May, and on the 7th of June, a week afterward, she
is lost on the coast of Patagonia. The few broken disjointed words we
find in these documents tell us the whole story. You see, friends, our
conjectures hit the mark very well; we know all now except one thing,
and that is the longitude.”
“That is not needed now, we know the country. With the latitude alone, I
would engage to go right to the place where the wreck happened.”
“Then have we really all the particulars now?” asked Lady Helena.
“All, dear Helena; I can fill up every one of these blanks the sea has
made in the document as easily as if Captain Grant were dictating to
me.”
And he took up the pen, and dashed off the following lines immediately:
“On the 7th of June, 1862, the three-mast vessel, BRITANNIA, of Glasgow,
has sunk on the coast of Patagonia, in the southern hemisphere. Making
for the shore, two sailors and Captain Grant are about to land on the
continent, where they will be taken prisoners by cruel Indians. They
have thrown this document into the sea, in longitude and latitude 37
degrees 11”. Bring them assistance, or they are lost.”
“Capital! capital! dear Edward,” said Lady Helena. “If those poor
creatures ever see their native land again, it is you they will have to
thank for it.”
“And they will see it again,” returned Lord Glenarvan; “the statement is
too explicit, and clear, and certain for England to hesitate about going
to the aid of her three sons cast away on a desert coast. What she has
done for Franklin and so many others, she will do to-day for these poor
shipwrecked fellows of the BRITANNIA.”
“Most likely the unfortunate men have families who mourn their loss.
Perhaps this ill-fated Captain Grant had a wife and children,” suggested
Lady Helena.
“Very true, my dear, and I’ll not forget to let them know that there is
still hope. But now, friends, we had better go up on deck, as the boat
must be getting near the harbor.”
A carriage and post-horses waited there, in readiness to convey Lady
Helena and Major McNabbs to Malcolm Castle, and Lord Glenarvan bade
adieu to his young wife, and jumped into the express train for Glasgow.
But before starting he confided an important missive to a swifter agent
than himself, and a few minutes afterward it flashed along the electric
wire to London, to appear next day in the _Times and Morning Chronicle_
in the following words: “For information respecting the fate of the
three-mast vessel BRITANNIA, of Glasgow, Captain Grant, apply to Lord
Glenarvan, Malcolm Castle, Luss, Dumbartonshire, Scotland.”