"Keep off, I tell you. Boys, make ready."
One of the mates drew a bead on me; our eyes met in a line over the sights on the barrel. I held up my right hand.
"Will you fire on an unarmed man? Captain, you are no sailor, or you would not refuse to help shipwrecked men."
"How do I know who you are? And I"ve got no grub to spare."
"Here is a pa.s.senger who is able to pay you," said I, pointing to the general.
"Yes; I will pay for anything you let us have."
The captain now held a consultation with his officers, and then said: "I"ll give you some water and bread. I"ve got nothing else. But you must not come alongside."
A small keg, or breaker, was thrown overboard and picked up, with a bag of fifteen or twenty pounds of hardtack. This was the reception given us by the brig _Neptune_ of Bangor. But when the time and place are considered, we cannot wonder at the captain"s precautions, for a more piratical-looking party than we never sailed the Spanish main. General Breckinridge, bronzed the color of mahogany, unshaven, with long mustache, wearing a blue flannel shirt open at the neck, exposing his broad chest, with an old slouch hat, was a typical bucaneer. Thankful for what we had received, we parted company. Doubtless the captain reported on his arrival home a blood-curdling story of his encounter with pirates off the coast of Cuba.
"Ma.r.s.e John, I thought the war was done. Why didn"t you tell dem folks who you was?" queried Tom. The general told Tom they were Yankees, and would not believe us. "Is dar any Yankees whar you goin"?--"ca"se if dar is, we best go back to old Kentucky." He was made easy on this point, and, with an increase in our larder, became quite perky. A change in the color of the water showed us that we were on soundings, and had crossed the Stream, and soon after we came in sight of some rocky islets, which I recognized as Double-Headed Shot Keys, thus fixing our position; for our chart, with the rest of our belongings, had disappeared, or had been destroyed by water, and as the heavens, by day and night, were our only guide, our navigation was necessarily very uncertain. For the next thirty miles our course to the southward took us over Salt Key Bank, where the soundings varied from three to five fathoms, but so clear was the water that it was hard to believe that the coral, the sh.e.l.ls, and the marine flowers were not within arm"s reach. Fishes of all sizes and colors darted by us in every direction. The bottom of the bank was a constantly varying kaleidoscope of beauty. But to starving men, with not a mouthful in our grasp, this display of food was tantalizing. Russell, who was an expert swimmer, volunteered to dive for some conchs and sh.e.l.l-fish; oysters there were none. Asking us to keep a sharp lookout on the surface of the water for sharks, which generally swim with the dorsal fin exposed, he went down and brought up a couple of live conchs about the size of a man"s fist. Breaking the sh.e.l.l, we drew the quivering body out. Without its coat it looked like a huge grub, and not more inviting. The general asked Tom to try it.
"Glory, Ma.r.s.e John, I"m mighty hungry, nebber so hungry sense we been in de almy, and I"m just ready for ole mule, pole-cat, or anyt"ing "cept dis worm."
After repeated efforts to dissect it we agreed with Tom, and found it not more edible than a pickled football. However, Russell, diving again, brought up bivalves with a very thin sh.e.l.l and beautiful colors, in shape like a large pea-pod. These we found tolerable; they served to satisfy in some small degree our craving for food. The only drawback was that eating them produced great thirst, which is much more difficult to bear than hunger. We found partial relief in keeping our heads and bodies wet with salt water.
On the sixth day from the Florida coast we crossed Nicholas Channel with fair wind. Soon after we made the Cuban coast, and stood to the westward, hoping to sight something which would determine our position.
After a run of some hours just outside of the coral-reefs, we sighted in the distance some vessels at anchor. As we approached, a large town was visible at the head of the bay, which proved to be Cardenas. We offered prayful thanks for our wonderful escape, and anch.o.r.ed just off the custom-house, and waited some time for the health officer to give us pratique. But as no one came off in answer to our signals, I went on sh.o.r.e to report at the custom-house. It was some time before I could make them comprehend that we were from Florida, and anxious to land.
Their astonishment was great at the size of our boat, and they could hardly believe we had crossed in it. Our arrival produced as much sensation as would that of a liner. We might have been filibusters in disguise. The governor-general had to be telegraphed to; numerous papers were made out and signed; a register was made out for the sloop _No Name_; then we had to make a visit to the governor before we were allowed to go to a hotel to get something to eat. After a cup of coffee and a light meal I had a warm bath, and donned some clean linen which our friends provided.
We were overwhelmed with attentions, and when the governor-general telegraphed that General Breckinridge was to be treated as one holding his position and rank, the officials became as obsequious as they had been overbearing and suspicious. The next day one of the governor-general"s aides-de-camp arrived from Havana, with an invitation for the general and the party to visit him, which we accepted, and after two days" rest took the train for the capital. A special car was placed at our disposal, and on our arrival the general was received with all the honors. We were driven to the palace, had a long interview, and dined with Governor-General Concha. The transition from a small open boat at sea, naked and starving, to the luxuries and comforts of civilized life was as sudden as it was welcome and thoroughly appreciated.
At Havana our party separated. General Breckinridge and Colonel Wilson have since crossed the great river; Russell and O"Toole returned to Florida. I should be glad to know what has become of faithful Tom.