"It don"t look it," I answered, and laughed to get him in a pleasant frame of mind--for I hadn"t seen nor heard of his pack.
"Not for the little gold and other valuable things, but the proofs of a discovery as great as Columbus made, the discovery of a new continent, a new people, a new language, a new civilization, and riches beyond the dreams of a Solomon--"
He shut his eyes for a minute, and then continued: "But beyond Purgatory, through Death, and the other side of h.e.l.l--"
Just here Enoch came in to inquire after his health, and sat down for a minute"s chat. Enoch is first, last, and all the time captain of a whaler; he knows about whales and whale-hunters just as an engineer on the road knows every speck of scenery along the line, every man, and every engine. Enoch couldn"t talk ten minutes without being "reminded"
of an incident in his whaling life; couldn"t meet a whaleman without "yarning" about the whale business. He lit his pipe and asked: "Been whaling, or hunting the North Pole?"
"Well, both."
"What ship?"
"The "Duncan McDonald.""
"The--the "McDonald!"--why, man, we counted her lost these five years; tell me about her, quick. Old Chuck Burrows was a particular friend of mine--where is he?"
"Captain, Father Burrows and the "Duncan McDonald" have both gone over the unknown ocean to the port of missing ships."
"Sunk?"
"Aye, and crushed to atoms in a frozen h.e.l.l."
Enoch looked out of the little window for a long time, forgot his pipe, and at last wiped a tear out of his eye, saying, as much to himself as to us: "George Burrows made me first mate of the first ship he ever sailed. She was named for his mother, and we left her in the ice away up about the seventy-third parallel. He was made of the salt of the earth--a sailor and a n.o.bleman. But he was a dare-devil--didn"t know fear--and was always venturing where none of the rest of us would dare go. He bought the "McDonald," remodeled and refitted her after he got back from the war--she was more than a whaler, and I had a feeling that she would carry Burrows and his crew away forever--"
Eight bells rung just here, and Enoch left us, first ordering breakfast for the stranger, and saying he would come back to hear the rest after breakfast.
As I was going out, a sailor came to the door with a flat package, perhaps six inches thick and twelve or fourteen square, covered with a dirty piece of skin made from the intestines of a whale, which is used by the natives of this clime because it is light and water-proof.
"We found this in a coil of rope, sir; it must belong to him. It must be mostly lead."
It was heavy, and I set it inside the door, remarking that here was his precious pack.
"Precious! aye, aye, sir; precious don"t describe it. Sacred, that"s the word. That package will cause more excitement in the world than the discovery of gold in California. This is the first time it"s been out of my sight or feeling for months and months; put it in the bunk here, please."
I went away, leaving him with his arms around his "sacred" package.
After breakfast, Enoch and I went to the little cabin to hear the stranger"s story, and I, for one, confess to a great deal of curiosity.
Our visitor was swallowing his last bowl of coffee as we went in. "So you knew Captain Burrows and the "Duncan McDonald,"" said he. "Let me see, what is your name?"
"Alexander, captain of the "Champion," at your service, sir."
"Alexander; you"re not the first mate, Enoch Alexander, who sat on a dead whale all night, holding on to a lance staff, after losing your boat and crew?"
"The same."
"Why, I"ve heard Captain Burrows speak of you a thousand times."
"But you were going to tell us about the "Duncan McDonald." Tell us the whole cruise from stem to stern."
"Let"s see, where shall I begin?"
"At the very beginning," I put in.
"Well, perhaps you"ve noticed, and perhaps you have not, but I"m not a sailor by inclination or experience. I accidentally went out on the "Duncan McDonald." How old would you take me to be?"
"Fifty or fifty-five," said Enoch.
"Thanks, captain, I know I must look all of that; but, let me see, forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy--seventy--what year is this?"
"Seventy-three."
"Seventy-three. Well, I"m only twenty-eight now."
"Impossible! Why, man, you"re as gray as I am, and I"m twice that."
"I was born in forty-five, just the same. My father was a sea captain in the old clipper days, and a long time after. He was in the West India trade when the war broke out, and as he had been educated in the navy, enlisted at once. It was on one of the gunboats before Vicksburg that he was killed. My mother came of a well-to-do family of merchants, the Clarks of Boston, and--to make a long story short--died in sixty-six, leaving me considerable money.
"An itching to travel, plenty of money, my majority, and no ties at home, sent me away from college to roam, and so one spring morning in sixty-seven found me sitting lazily in the stern of a little pleasure boat off Fort Point in the Golden Gate, listlessly watching a steam whaler come in from the Pacific. My boatman called my attention to her, remarking that she was spick-and-span new, and the biggest one he ever saw, but I took very little notice of the ship until in tacking across her wake, I noticed her name in gold letters across the stern--"Duncan McDonald." Now that is my own name, and was my father"s; and try as I would, I could not account for this name as a coincidence, common as the name might be in the highlands of the home of my ancestors; and before the staunch little steamer had gotten a mile away, I ordered the boat to follow her. I intended to go aboard and learn, if possible, something of how her name originated.
"As she swung at anchor, off Goat island, I ran my little boat alongside of her and asked for a rope. "Rope?" inquired a Yankee sailor, sticking his nose and a clay pipe overboard; "might you be wantin" to come aboard?"
""Yes, I want to see the captain."
""Well, the cap"en"s jest gone ash.o.r.e; his dingy is yonder now, enemost to the landin". You come out this evenin". The cap"en"s particular about strangers, but he"s always to home of an evenin"."
""Who"s this boat named after?"
""The Lord knows, stranger; I don"t. But I reckon the cap"en ken tell; he built her."
"I left word that I would call in the evening, and at eight o"clock was alongside again. This time I was a.s.sisted on board and shown to the door of the captain"s cabin; the sailor knocked and went away. It was a full minute, I stood there before the knock was answered, and then from the inside, in a voice like the roar of a bull, came the call: "Well, come in!"
"I opened the door on a scene I shall never forget. A bright light swung from the beams above, and under it sat a giant of the sea--Captain Burrows. He had the index finger of his right hand resting near the North Pole of an immense globe; there were many books about, rolls of charts, firearms; instruments, clothing, and apparent disorder everywhere. The cabin was large, well-furnished, and had something striking about it. I looked around in wonder, without saying a word.
Captain Burrows was the finest-looking man I ever saw--six feet three, straight, muscular, with a pleasant face; but the keenest, steadiest blue eye you ever saw. His hair was white, but his long flowing beard had much of the original yellow. He must have been sixty. But for all the pleasant face and kindly eye, you would notice through his beard the broad, square chin that proclaim the decision and staying qualities of the man."
"That"s George Burrows, stranger, to the queen"s taste--just as good as a degerry-type," broke in Enoch.
"Well," continued the stranger, "he let me look for a minute or two, and then said: "Was it anything particular?"
"I found my tongue then, and answered; "I hope you"ll excuse me, sir; but I must confess it is curiosity. I came on board out of curiosity to--"
""Reporter, hey?" asked the captain.
""No, sir; the fact is that your ship has an unusual name, one that interests me, and I wish to make so bold as to ask how she came to have it."
""Any patent on the name?"
""Oh, no, but I--"