At last Jack completely recovered his senses. The two men who had
remained in the berth were no longer there. Sambo, who nursed him
tenderly as before, was the only person he saw. He inquired what had
become of the rest. "Captain and all gone. Fis' eat them," was the
answer. Yes; out of all that crew the negro and the boy were the only
survivors. The king's son and his subjects had carried away all the
cargo, and the rigging and stores and the bare hull alone remained.
Jack was still very weak, but his black friend carried him on deck
whenever the sea breeze blew up the river, and that refreshed him.
While he lay on his mattress, he bethought him of repeating the verses
from the Bible and his prayers to Sambo. The black listened, and soon
took pleasure in learning them also. Jack remembered something about
the Bible, and how Jesus Christ came on earth to save sinners; and Sambo
replied it was very good of him, and that he was just the master he
should like to serve.
Thus many weeks and months passed away till Jack was quite strong again,
and he wished to go on shore and to see what was beyond all those dark
mangrove trees; but Sambo would not let him, telling him that there were
bad people who lived there, and that he might come to harm.
But a change in their lives was coming which they little expected. As
they were sitting on the deck one evening, a long dark schooner appeared
gliding up the river like a snake from among the trees. Sambo pulled
Jack immediately under shelter of the bulwarks, and hurried him below.
"The slaver--come to take black mans away--berry bad for we." The
slaver, for such she was, dropped her anchor close to the brig. Jack
and Sambo lay concealed in the hold, and hoped that they had not been
seen. Oh that men would be as active in doing good as they are when
engaged in evil pursuits. The slaver's crew, aided by numerous blacks
from the shore, forthwith began to take on board water and provisions,
and in the mean time gangs of blacks, tied two and two by the wrists,
came down to the river's banks from various directions. Sambo looked
out every now and then, and said that he hoped the schooner would soon
get her cargo on board and sail. "She soon go now," said he one day,
"all people in ship."
While, however, he was speaking, a boat touched the side of the brig,
and to their infinite dismay the footsteps of people were heard on deck.
Still they hoped that they might escape discovery. "What dis smoke
from?" exclaimed Sambo. "Dey put fire to de brig!" So it was. The
smoke was almost stifling them. They had not a moment to lose. Up the
fore-hatchway they sprung, and as they did so they found themselves
confronting three or four white men.
"Ho, ho, who are you?" said one, who turned and spoke a few words to his
companions in Spanish.
Jack replied that they were English sailors belonging to the brig, and
that they wished to return home.
"That's neither here nor there, my lads," was the unsatisfactory answer.
"You'll come with us, so say no more about the matter."
Thereon Jack and Sambo were seized and hurried on board the schooner.
Her hold was crowded with slaves. The anchor was apeak, and with the
land breeze filling her sails, she ran over the bar and stood out to
sea. "We are short handed and you two will be useful," said the white
man who had spoken to them, and who proved to be the mate; "it's lucky
for you, for we don't stand on much ceremony with any we find
troublesome." Sambo had advised Jack to say nothing, but to work if he
was bid, and the mate seemed satisfied.
What words can describe the horrors of a crowded slave ship, even in
those days before the blockade was established. Men, women, and
children all huddled together, sitting with their chins on their knees
and without the power of moving. A portion only were allowed to come on
deck at a time, and the crew attended to their duties with pistols in
their belts and cutlasses by their sides ready to suppress an outbreak.
Many such outbreaks Jack was told had occurred, when all the white men
had been murdered. He was rather less harshly treated than in the brig,
but he had plenty of work to do and many masters to make him do it. It
was dreadful work--the cries and groans of the slaves--the stench rising
from below--the surly looks and fierce oaths of the ruffian crew,
outcasts from many different nations, made Jack wish himself safe on
shore again.
Thus, the slave ship sailed on across the Atlantic, the officers and men
exulting in the thought of the large profit they expected to make by
their hapless cargo.
But there was an avenging arm already raised to strike them. No enemy
pursued them--the weather had hitherto been fine. Suddenly there came a
change. Dark clouds gathered rapidly--thunder roared--lightning flashed
vividly. It was night--Jack was standing on deck near Sambo--"Oh! what
is dat?" exclaimed Sambo, as a large ball of fire struck the
main-topmast head. Down it came with a crash, riving the mast into a
thousand fragments. Wild, wild shrieks of horror and dismay arose.
Bright flames burst forth, shewing the terror-struck countenances of the
crew. Down--down sank the ship, the fierce waves washed over her decks.
Jack thought his last moment had come as the waters closed over his
head, while he was drawn in by the vortex of the foundering vessel; but
he struck out boldly, and once more rose to the surface. He found
himself among several spars with a few fathom of thin rope attached to
them. He contrived to get hold of these spars, and by lashing them
together to form a frail raft. This was the work of a minute. He
listened for the sound of a human voice, yet he feared that he himself
was the sole survivor of those who lately lived on board the slave ship.
Not a sound did he hear, nothing could he see. How solitary and sad
did he feel thus floating in darkness and alone on the wide ocean. Oh
picture the young sailor boy, tossing about on a few spars in the middle
of the Atlantic, hundreds of miles away from any land, thick gloom above
him, thick gloom on every side. What hope could he have of ultimately
escaping? Still he remembered that God, who had before been so merciful
to him, might yet preserve his life. He had not been many minutes on
his raft when he shouted again, in the hopes that some one might have
escaped to bear him company. With what breathless anxiety did he
listen! A voice in return came faintly over the waters towards him from
no great distance. He was sure he knew it. "Is that you, Sambo?" he
exclaimed.--"Yes, Jack, me. Got hold of two oars. Come to you,"
answered Sambo, for it was the black who spoke. After some time Sambo
swam up to him, and together they made the raft more secure. It was a
great consolation to Jack to have his friend with him; yet forlorn,
indeed, was their condition.