The men began to murmur at persisting in an attempt impossible to be concealed much longer. They were afraid to venture on board the grim colliers, and go groping down into their hulls to fire them. It seemed like a voluntary entrance into dungeons and death.
"Follow me, all of you but ten by the boats," said Paul, without noticing their murmurs. "And now, to put an end to all future burnings in America, by one mighty conflagration of shipping in England. Come on, lads! Pipes and matches in the van!"
He would have distributed the men so as simultaneously to fire different ships at different points, were it not that the lateness of the hour rendered such a course insanely hazardous. Stationing his party in front of one of the windward colliers, Paul and Israel sprang on board.
In a twinkling they had broken open a boatswain"s locker, and, with great bunches of oak.u.m, fine and dry as tinder, had leaped into the steerage. Here, while Paul made a blaze, Israel ran to collect the tar-pots, which being presently poured on the burning matches, oak.u.m and wood, soon increased the flame.
"It is not a sure thing yet," said Paul, "we must have a barrel of tar."
They searched about until they found one, knocked out the head and bottom, and stood it like a martyr in the midst of the flames. They then retreated up the forward hatchway, while volumes of smoke were belched from the after one. Not till this moment did Paul hear the cries of his men, warning him that the inhabitants were not only actually astir, but crowds were on their way to the pier.
As he sprang out of the smoke towards the rail of the collier, he saw the sun risen, with thousands of the people. Individuals hurried close to the burning vessel. Leaping to the ground, Paul, bidding his men stand fast, ran to their front, and, advancing about thirty feet, presented his own pistol at now tumultuous Whitehaven.
Those who had rushed to extinguish what they had deemed but an accidental fire, were now paralyzed into idiotic inaction, at the defiance of the incendiary, thinking him some sudden pirate or fiend dropped down from the moon.
While Paul thus stood guarding the incipient conflagration, Israel, without a weapon, dashed crazily towards the mob on the sh.o.r.e.
"Come back, come back," cried Paul.
"Not till I start these sheep, as their own wolves many a time started me!"
As he rushed bare-headed like a madman, towards the crowd, the panic spread. They fled from unarmed Israel, further than they had from the pistol of Paul.
The flames now catching the rigging and spiralling around the masts, the whole ship burned at one end of the harbor, while the sun, an hour high, burned at the other. Alarm and amazement, not sleep, now ruled the world. It was time to retreat.
They re-embarked without opposition, first releasing a few prisoners, as the boats could not carry them.
Just as Israel was leaping into the boat, he saw the man at whose house he had procured the fire, staring like a simpleton at him.
"That was good seed you gave me;" said Israel, "see what a yield,"
pointing to the flames. He then dropped into the boat, leaving only Paul on the pier.
The men cried to their commander, conjuring him not to linger.
But Paul remained for several moments, confronting in silence the clamors of the mob beyond, and waving his solitary hand, like a disdainful tomahawk, towards the surrounding eminences, also covered with the affrighted inhabitants.
When the a.s.sailants had rowed pretty well off, the English rushed in great numbers to their forts, but only to find their cannon no better than so much iron in the ore. At length, however, they began to fire, having either brought down some ship"s guns, or else mounted the rusty old dogs lying at the foot of the first fort.
In their eagerness they fired with no discretion. The shot fell short; they did not the slightest damage.
Paul"s men laughed aloud, and fired their pistols in the air.
Not a splinter was made, not a drop of blood spilled throughout the affair. The intentional harmlessness of the result, as to human life, was only equalled by the desperate courage of the deed. It formed, doubtless, one feature of the compa.s.sionate contempt of Paul towards the town, that he took such paternal care of their lives and limbs.
Had it been possible to have landed a few hours earlier not a ship nor a house could have escaped. But it was the lesson, not the loss, that told. As it was, enough damage had been done to demonstrate--as Paul had declared to the wise man of Paris--that the disasters caused by the wanton fires and a.s.saults on the American coasts, could be easily brought home to the enemy"s doors. Though, indeed, if the retaliators were headed by Paul Jones, the satisfaction would not be equal to the insult, being abated by the magnanimity of a chivalrous, however unprincipled a foe.
CHAPTER XVII.
THEY CALL AT THE EARL OF SELKIRK"S, AND AFTERWARDS FIGHT THE SHIP-OF-WAR DRAKE.
The Ranger now stood over the Solway Frith for the Scottish sh.o.r.e, and at noon on the same day, Paul, with twelve men, including two officers and Israel, landed on St. Mary"s Isle, one of the seats of the Earl of Selkirk.
In three consecutive days this elemental warrior either entered the harbors or landed on the sh.o.r.es of each of the Three Kingdoms.
The morning was fair and clear. St. Mary"s Isle lay shimmering in the sun. The light crust of snow had melted, revealing the tender gra.s.s and sweet buds of spring mantling the sides of the cliffs.
At once, upon advancing with his party towards the house, Paul augured ill for his project from the loneliness of the spot. No being was seen.
But c.o.c.king his bonnet at a jaunty angle, he continued his way.
Stationing the men silently round about the house, fallowed by Israel, he announced his presence at the porch.
A gray-headed domestic at length responded.
"Is the Earl within?"
"He is in Edinburgh, sir."
"Ah--sure?--Is your lady within?"
"Yes, sir--who shall I say it is?"
"A gentleman who calls to pay his respects. Here, take my card."
And he handed the man his name, as a private gentleman, superbly engraved at Paris, on gilded paper.
Israel tarried in the hall while the old servant led Paul into a parlor.
Presently the lady appeared.
"Charming Madame, I wish you a very good morning."
"Who may it be, sir, that I have the happiness to see?" said the lady, censoriously drawing herself up at the too frank gallantry of the stranger.
"Madame, I sent you my card."
"Which leaves me equally ignorant, sir," said the lady, coldly, twirling the gilded pasteboard.
"A courier dispatched to Whitehaven, charming Madame, might bring you more particular tidings as to who has the honor of being your visitor."
Not comprehending what this meant, and deeply displeased, if not vaguely alarmed, at the characteristic manner of Paul, the lady, not entirely unembarra.s.sed, replied, that if the gentleman came to view the isle, he was at liberty so to do. She would retire and send him a guide.
"Countess of Selkirk," said Paul, advancing a step, "I call to see the Earl. On business of urgent importance, I call."
"The Earl is in Edinburgh," uneasily responded the lady, again about to retire.
"Do you give me your honor as a lady that it is as you say?"