When the bellows were finished, it was found that they did not work properly. The upper box did not fill well, and, when tried, they were not satisfied with blowing wind out, but insisted on drawing fire in!
They were, in short, a failure! Deep were the ponderings of the missionary as to how this was to be remedied, and small was the light thrown on the subject by the various encyclopaedias and other books which he possessed; but the question was somewhat abruptly settled for him by the rats. These creatures devoured all the leather of the bellows in a single night, and left nothing but the bare boards!
Rats were an absolute plague at that time at Raratonga. Mr Williams tells us, in his interesting "Narrative," that he and his family never sat down to a meal without having two or more persons stationed to keep them off the table. When kneeling at family prayer, they would run over them in all directions, and it was found difficult to keep them out of the beds. On one occasion, when the servant was making one of the beds, she uttered a scream, and, on rushing into the room, Mr Williams found that four rats had crept under the pillow and made themselves snug there. They paid for their impudence, however, with their lives. On another occasion, a pair of English shoes, which had not been put in the usual place of safety, were totally devoured in a night, and the same fate befell the covering of a hair-trunk. No wonder, then, that they did not spare the bellows!
Poor Jarwin sorrowed over this loss fully as much as did the missionary, but he was forced to conceal his grief.
Still bent on discovering some method of "raising the wind," Mr Williams appealed to his inventive powers. He considered that if a pump threw water, there was no reason why it should not throw wind.
Impressed with this belief, he set to work and made a box about eighteen or twenty inches square and four feet high, with a valve in the bottom to let air in, a hole in the front to let it out, and a sort of piston to force it through the hole. By means of a long lever the piston could be raised, and by heavy weights it was pushed down. Of course considerable power was required to raise the piston and its weights, but there was a superabundance of power, for thousands of wondering natives were ready and eager to do whatever they were bid. They could have pumped the bellows had they been the size of a house! They worked admirably in some respects, but had the same fault as the first pair, namely, a tendency to suck in the fire! This, however, was corrected by means of a valve at the back of the pipe which communicated with the fire. Another fault lay in the length of interval between the blasts.
This was remedied by making another box of the same kind, and working the two alternately, so that when one was blowing the fire, the other was, as it were, taking breath. Thus a continuous blast was obtained, while eight or ten grinning and delighted natives worked the levers.
The great difficulty being thus overcome, the work progressed rapidly.
A large hard stone served for an anvil, and a small stone, perforated, with a handle affixed to it, did duty for a hammer. A pair of carpenter"s pincers served for tongs, and charcoal, made from the cocoanut and other trees, did duty for coals. In order to obtain planks, the missionary split trees in half with wedges and then the natives thinned them down with adzes extemporised by fitting crooked handles to ordinary hatchets. When a bent or twisted plank was required, having no apparatus for steaming it, he bent a piece of bamboo to the required shape, and sent natives to scour the woods in search of a suitable crooked tree. Thus planks suited to his purpose were obtained. Instead of fastening the planks to the timbers of the ship with iron nails, large wooden pins, or "trenails," were used, and driven into augur holes, and thus the fabric was held together. Instead of oak.u.m, cocoanut husk was used, and native cloth and dried banana stumps to caulk the seams, and make them watertight. The bark of a certain tree was spun into twine and rope by a rope-machine made for the purpose, and a still more complex machine, namely, a turning-lathe, was constructed for the purpose of turning the block sheaves; while sails were made out of native mats, quilted to give them sufficient strength to resist the wind.
By these means was completed, in about three months, a decked vessel of from seventy to eighty tons burden--about sixty feet long by eighteen broad. She was finally launched and named _The Messenger of Peace_.
And, truly, a messenger of peace and glad tidings did she afterwards prove to be on many occasions among the islands of the Southern Seas.
But our hero, John Jarwin, was not allowed to remain to see this happy consummation. He only looked on and a.s.sisted at the commencement of the work.
Many and many a time did he, during that trying period, argue with himself as to the propriety of his conduct in thus refusing the means of escape when it was thrown in his way, and there was not wanting, now and then, a suggestion from somewhere--he knew not where, but certainly it was not from outside of him--that perhaps the opportunity had been _providentially_ thrown in his way. But Jarwin resisted these suggestions. He looked _up_, and reflected that he was there under a solemn promise; that, but for his promise, he should not have been there at all, and that, therefore, it was his peculiar duty at that particular time to whisper to himself continually--"honour bright!"
One morning Big Chief roused Jarwin with his toe, and said--
"Get up. We go home now."
"What say "ee, old man?"
"Get ready. We go to-day. I have seen and heard enough."
Big Chief was very stern, so that Jarwin thought it wise to hold his tongue and obey.
There was a long animated palaver between the chief, the missionary, and the king, but Jarwin had been carefully prevented from hearing it by his master, who ordered him to keep by the canoes, which were launched and ready. Once again he was a.s.sailed by an intense desire to escape, and this sudden approach of the time that was perchance to fix his fate for life rendered him almost desperate--but he still looked up, and "honour bright" carried the day. He remained dumb to the last, and did not even allow himself the small comfort of waving a piece of native cloth to the missionary, as he and his captors paddled from the Raratonga sh.o.r.e.
CHAPTER EIGHT.
DESPAIR IS FOLLOWED BY SURPRISES AND DELIVERANCE.
At first John Jarwin could not quite realise his true position after leaving Raratonga. The excitement consequent on the whole affair remained for some time on his mind, causing him to feel as if it were a dream, and it was not until he had fairly landed again on Big Chief"s island, and returned to his own little hut there, and had met with Cuffy--whose demonstrations of intense delight cannot by any possibility be described--that he came fully to understand the value of the opportunity which he had let slip through his fingers.
Poor Jarwin! words fail to convey a correct idea of the depth of his despair, for now he saw clearly, as he thought, that perpetual slavery was his doom. Under the influence of the feelings that overwhelmed him he became savage.
"Cuff," said he, on the afternoon of the day of his return, "it"s all up with you and me, old chap."
The tone in which this was uttered was so stern that the terrier drooped its ears, lowered its tail, and looked up with an expression that was equivalent to "Don"t kick me, _please_ don"t!"
Jarwin smiled a grim yet a pitiful smile as he looked at the dog.
"Yes, it"s all up with us," he continued; "we shall live and die in slavery; wot a fool I was not to cut and run when I had the chance!"
The remembrance of "honour bright" flashed upon him here, but he was still savage, and therefore doggedly shut his eyes to it.
At this point a message was brought to him from Big Chief requesting his attendance in the royal hut. Jarwin turned angrily on the messenger and bid him begone in a voice of thunder, at the same time intimating, by a motion of his foot, that if he did not obey smartly, he would quicken his motions for him. The messenger vanished, and Jarwin sat down beside Cuffy--who looked excessively humble--and vented his feelings thus--
"I can"t stand it no longer Cuff. I _won"t_ stand it! I"m goin" to bust up, I am; so look out for squalls."
A feeling of uncertainty as to the best method of "busting up" induced him to clutch his hair with both hands, and snort. It must not be supposed that our hero gave way to such rebellious feelings with impunity. On the contrary, his conscience p.r.i.c.ked him to such an extent that it felt like an internal pin-cushion or hedgehog. While he was still holding fast to his locks in meditative uncertainty, three natives appeared at the entrance of his hut, and announced that they had been sent by Big Chief to take him to the royal hut by force, in case he should refuse to go peaceably.
Uttering a shout of defiance, the exasperated man sprang up and rushed at the natives, who, much too wise to await the onset, fled in three different directions. Instead of pursuing any of them, Jarwin went straight to his master"s hut, where he found him seated on a couch of native cloth. Striding up to him he clenched his fist, and holding it up in a threatening manner, exclaimed--
"Now look "ee here, Big Chief--which it would be big thief if "ee had yer right name--I ain"t goin" to stand this sort o" thing no longer. I kep" my word to you all the time we wos at Raratonga, but now I"ll keep it no longer. I"ll do my best to cut the cable and make sail the wery first chance I gits--so I give "ee fair warnin"."
Big Chief made no reply for some moments, but opened his eyes with such an intense expression of unaffected amazement, that Jarwin"s wrath abated, in spite of his careful nursing of it to keep it warm.
"Jowin," he exclaimed at length, "you Christian Breetish tar, have your dibbil got into you?"
This question effectually routed Jarwin"s anger. He knew that the savage, to whom he had spoken at various times on the subject of satanic influence, was perfectly sincere in his inquiry, as well as in his astonishment. Moreover, he himself felt surprised that Big Chief, who was noted for his readiness to resent insult, should have submitted to his angry tones and looks and threatening manner without the slightest evidence of indignation. The two men therefore stood looking at each other in silent surprise for a few moments.
"Big Chief," said Jarwin at last, bringing his right fist down heavily into his left palm, by way of emphasis, "there"s no dibbil, as you call him, got possession o" me. My own spirit is dibbil enough, I find, to account for all that I"ve said and done--an" a great deal more. But it _has_ bin hard on me to see the door open, as it were, an" not take adwantage of it. Howsever, it"s all over now, an" I ax yer parding.
I"ll not mutiny again. You"ve been a kind feller to me, old chap-- though you _are_ a savage--an" I ain"t on-grateful; as long as I"m your slave I"ll do my duty--`honour bright;" at the same time I think it fair an" above board to let you know that I"ll make my escape from you when I git the chance. I"m bound for to sarve you while I eat your wittles, but I am free to go if I can manage it. There--you may roast me alive an" eat me, if you like, but you can"t say, after this, that I"m sailin"
under false colours."
During this speech a variety of expressions affected the countenance of Big Chief, but that of melancholy predominated.
"Jowin," he said, slowly, "I like you."
"You"re a good-hearted old buffer," said Jarwin, grasping the Chief"s hand, and squeezing it; "to say the truth, I"m wery fond o" yourself, but it"s nat"ral that I should like my freedom better."
Big Chief pondered this for some time, and shook his head slowly, as if the result of his meditation was not satisfactory.
"Jowin," he resumed, after a pause, "sing me a song."
"Well, you _are_ a queer codger," said Jarwin, laughing in spite of himself; "if ever there was a man as didn"t feel up to singin", that"s me at this moment. Howsomedever, I "spose it must be done. Wot"ll you "ave? `Ben Bolt," `Black-eyed Susan," `The Jolly Young Waterman," `Jim Crow," `There is a Happy Land," or the `Old Hundred," eh? Only say the word, an" I"ll turn on the steam."
Big Chief made no reply. As he appeared to be lost in meditation, Jarwin sat down, and in a species of desperation, began to bellow with all the strength of his lungs one of those nautical ditties with which seamen are wont to enliven the movements of the windla.s.s or the capstan.
He changed the tune several times, and at length slid gradually into a more gentle and melodious vein of song, while Big Chief listened with evident pleasure. Still there was perceptible to Jarwin a dash of sadness in his master"s countenance which he had never seen before.
Wondering at this, and changing his tunes to suit his own varying moods, he gradually came to plaintive songs, and then to psalms and hymns.
At last Big Chief seemed satisfied, and bade his slave good-night.
"He"s a wonderful c"racter," remarked Jarwin to Cuffy, as he lay down to rest that night, "a most onaccountable sort o" man. There"s sumthin"
workin" in "is "ead; tho" wot it may be is more nor I can tell. P"raps he"s agoin" to spiflicate me, in consikence o" my impidence. If so, Cuff, whatever will became o" you, my poor little doggie!"
Cuffy nestled very close to his master"s side at this point, and whined in a pitiful tone, as if he really understood the purport of his remarks. In five minutes more he was giving vent to occasional mild little whines and half barks, indicating that he was in the land of dreams, and Jarwin"s nose was creating sounds which told that its owner had reached that blessed asylum of the weary--oblivion.
Next day our sailor awakened to the consciousness of the fact that the sun was shining brightly, that paroquets were chattering gaily, that Cuffy was still sleeping soundly, and that the subjects of Big Chief were making an unusual uproar outside.
Starting up, and pulling on a pair of remarkably ancient canvas trousers, which his master had graciously permitted him to retain and wear, Jarwin looked out at the door of his hut and became aware of the fact that the whole tribe was a.s.sembled in the spot where national "palavers" were wont to be held. The "House" appeared to be engaged at the time in the discussion of some exceedingly knotty question--a sort of national education bill, or church endowment scheme--for there was great excitement, much gesticulation, and very loud talk, accompanied with not a little angry demonstration on the part of the disputants.