"An idee? Why, if I had a chart,--which I haven"t, cos I"ve got it all mapped out in my head,--but if I had one, I could take my finger an pint the exact spot where we are a driftin this blessed minute."
"You"re going straight down the bay, I suppose."
"Right--yea, I am; I"m goin straight down; but I hope an trust, an what"s more, I believe, I am taking a kine o" cant over nigher the New Brunswick sh.o.r.e."
"How long will we drift?"
"Wal, for about two hours--darsn"t drift longer; an besides, don"t want to."
"Why not?"
"Darsn"t. Thar"s a place down thar that every vessel on this here bay steers clear of, an every navigator feels dreadful shy of."
"What place is that?"
"Quaco Ledge," said Captain Corbet, in a solemn tone. "We"ll get as near it as is safe this night, an p"aps a leetle nearer; but, then, the water"s so calm and still, that it won"t make any difference--in fact, it wouldn"t matter a great deal if we came up close to it."
"Quaco Ledge?" said Bruce. "I"ve heard of that."
"Heard of it? I should rayther hope you had. Who hasn"t? It"s the one great, gen"ral, an standin terror of this dangerous and iron-bound bay. There"s no jokin, no nonsense about Quaco Ledge; mind I tell you."
"Where does it lie?" asked Phil, after a pause.
"Wal, do you know whar Quaco settlement is?"
"Yes."
"Wal, Quaco Ledge is nigh about half way between Quaco settlement and Ile Haute, bein a"most in the middle of the bay, an in a terrible dangerous place for coasters, especially in a fog, or in a snow-storm.
Many"s the vessel that"s gone an never heard of, that Quaco Ledge could tell all about, if it could speak. You take a good snowstorm in this Bay of Fundy, an let a schooner get lost in it, an not know whar she is, an if Quaco Ledge don"t bring her up all standin, then I"m a Injine."
"Is it a large place?"
"Considerably too large for comfort," said the captain. "They"ve sounded it, an found the whole shoal about three an a half mile long, an a half a mile broad. It"s all kivered over with water at high tide, but at half tide it begins to show its nose, an at low tide you see as pooty a shoal for shipwrecking as you may want; rayther low with pleasant jagged rocks at the nothe-east side, an about a hundred yards or so in extent. I"ve been nigh on to it in clear weather, but don"t want to be within five miles of it in a fog or in a storm. In a thick night like this, I"ll pull up before I get close."
"You"ve never met with any accident there, I suppose."
"Me? No, not me. I always calc"late to give Quaco Ledge the widest kine o" berth. An I hope you"ll never know anythin more about that same place than what I"m tellin you now. The knowlege which one has about that place, an places ginrally of that kine, comes better by hearsay than from actool observation."
Time pa.s.sed on, and they still drifted, and at length ten o"clock came; but before that time the boys had gone below, and retired for the night. Shortly after, the rattle of the chains waked them all, and informed them that the Antelope had anch.o.r.ed once more.
After this they all fell asleep.
IV.
In Clouds and Darkness.--A terrible Warning.--Nearly run down.--A lively Place.--Bart encounters an old Acquaintance.--Launched into the Deep.--Through the Country.--The Swift Tide.--The lost Boy.
The boys had not been asleep for more than two hours, when they were awakened by an uproar on deck, and rousing themselves from sleep, they heard the rattle of the chains and the crank of the windla.s.s. As their night attire was singularly simple, and consisted largely of the dress which they wore by day, being the same, in fact, with the exception of the hat, it was not long before they were up on deck, and making inquiries as to the unusual noise. That the anchor was being hoisted they already knew, but why it was they did not.
"Wal," said Captain Corbet, "thar"s a good sou-wester started up, an as I had a few winks o" sleep, I jest thought I"d try to push on up the bay, an get as far as I could. If I"d ben in any other place than this, I wouldn"t hev minded, but I"d hev taken my snooze out; but I"m too near Quaco Ledge by a good sight, an would rayther get further off.
The sou-wester"ll take us up a considerable distance, an if it holds on till arter the tide turns, I ask no more."
Soon the anchor was up, and the Antelope spread her sails, and catching the sou-wester, dashed through the water like a thing of life.
"We"re going along at a great rate, captain," said Bart.
"Beggin your pardon, young sir, we"re not doin much. The tide here runs four knots agin us--dead, an the wind can"t take us more"n six, which leaves a balance to our favor of two knots an hour, an that is our present rate of progression. You see, at that rate we won"t gain more"n four or five miles before the turn o" tide. After that, we"ll go faster without any wind than we do now with a wind. O, there"s nothin like navigatin the Bay o" Fundy to make a man feel contempt for the wind. Give me tides an anchors, I say, an I"ll push along."
The wind was blowing fresh, and the sea was rising, yet the fog seemed thicker than ever. The boys thought that the wind might blow the fog away, and hinted this to the captain.
His only response was a long and emphatic whistle.
"Whe-e-e-ew! what! Blow the fog away? This wind? Why, this wind brings the fog. The sou-wester is the one wind that seafarin men dread in the Bay of Fundy. About the wust kine of a storm is that thar very identical wind blowin in these here very identical waters."
Captain Corbet"s words were confirmed by the appearance of sea and sky.
Outside was the very blackness of darkness. Nothing whatever was visible. Sea and sky were alike hidden from view. The waves were rising, and though they were not yet of any size, still they made noise enough to suggest the idea of a considerable storm, and the wind, as it whistled through the rigging, carried in its sound a menace which would have been altogether wanting in a bright night. The boys all felt convinced that a storm was rising, and looked forward to a dismal experience of the pangs of seasickness. To fight this off now became their chief aim, and with this intention they all hurried below once more to their beds.
But the water was not rough, the motion of the schooner was gentle, and though there was much noise above, yet they did not notice any approach of the dreaded sea-sickness, and so in a short time they all fell asleep once more.
But they were destined to have further interruptions. The interruption came this time in a loud cry from Solomon, which waked them all at once.
"Get up, chil"en! get up! It"s all over!"
"What, what!" cried the boys; "what"s the matter?" and springing up in the first moment of alarm, they stood listening.
As they stood, there came to their ears the roaring of the wind through the rigging, the flapping of the sails, the dashing and roaring of the waters, in the midst of which there came also a shrill, penetrating sound, which seemed almost overhead--the sound of some steam whistle.
"Dar, dar!" cried Solomon, in a tone of deadly fear. "It"s a comin! I knowed it. We"re all lost an gone. It"s a steamer. We"re all run down an drownded."
Without a word of response, the boys once more clambered on deck. All was as dark as before, the fog as thick, the scene around as impenetrable, the wind as strong. From a distance there came over the water, as they listened, the rapid beat of a steamboat"s paddles, and soon there arose again the long, shrill yell of the steam whistle.
They looked all around, but saw no sign of any steamer; nor could they tell exactly in which direction the sound arose. One thought it came from one side, another thought it came from the opposite quarter, while the others differed from these. As for Captain Corbet, he said nothing, while the boys were expressing their opinions loudly and confidently.
At last Bart appealed to Captain Corbet.
"Where is the steamer?"
"Down thar," said the captain, waving his hand over the stern.
"What steamer is it? the revenue steamer?"
"Not her. That revenoo steamer is up to Windsor by this time. No; this is the St. John steamer coming up the bay, an I ony wish she"d take us an give us a tow up."
"She seems to be close by."
"She is close by."