repeated the savage with a grin, putting out his hand.
"I should think I did! What other lingo am I likely to speak?" answered Knowles, shaking the Patagonian"s huge paw.
"What other lingo am I likely to speak?" said the savage, with perfect clearness.
"Why, I should have thought your own native Patagonian, if you are a Patagonian," exclaimed Knowles, examining the savage"s not over-handsome physiognomy.
"If you are a Patagonian!" said the savage, looking in like manner into Knowles" face.
"I--I"m an Englishman, I tell you!" cried Tom, somewhat puzzled.
"I"m an Englishman, I tell you!" cried the Patagonian in the same indignant tone.
"That"s just what I want to arrive at," said Tom. "So now just tell me where we can get some good baccy and a gla.s.s of honest grog."
The Patagonian repeated the words.
"But I ask you!" said Tom.
"But I ask you!" said the savage.
"I tell you I"m a stranger here!" exclaimed Tom.
"I tell you I"m a stranger here!" cried the savage.
"Where do you come from then?" asked Tom.
"Where do you come from then?" repeated the savage.
"I tell you I"m an Englishman," cried Knowles, getting angry.
"I tell you I"m an Englishman!" exclaimed the Patagonian in the same indignant tones.
"That"s more than I"ll believe; and, to speak my mind plainly, I believe that you are an arrant, bamboozling hum-bug!" cried Tom. "No offence, though. You understand me?"
Whether it was Tom"s expression of countenance, or the tone of his voice, I know not, but as he uttered these words, all the savages burst into loud fits of merry laughter; and as he thought they were laughing at him, he said that he should have liked to have gone in among them, and knocked them down right and left with his fists; but they were such precious big fellows, that he thought he should have got the worst of it in the scrimmage.
He used with infinite gusto frequently to tell the story for our amus.e.m.e.nt.
I am not quite certain, however, whether he was describing the Patagonians or the inhabitants of Terra del Fuego. The latter are very great mimics and are much smaller in size, less clothed, and more savage in appearance than the Patagonians.
We touched at Valparaiso, in Chili, or, as it may be called, the Vale of Paradise. It is certainly by nature a very beautiful and healthy spot, built on a number of high hills with ravines intervening; but man, by his evil practices and crimes, made it, when I was there, much more like the Vale of Pandemonium. Drunkenness and all sorts of crimes were common, and the _cuchillo_--the long knife--was in constant requisition among the Spaniards, scarcely a night pa.s.sing without one or more murders being committed. It was then little more than a village, but has now become quite a large town, with a number of English and American merchants settled there. The houses are built with very thick walls, to withstand the constant attacks of earthquakes which they have to undergo. Having supplied ourselves with fresh provisions and water, we sailed, and stretched away into the wide Pacific.
We had left the coast of Chili about a day"s sail astern. A light easterly breeze was just ruffling the blue sea--the noon-day sun shining brightly over it--the hands going listlessly about their work, rather out of spirits at our want of success, not a whale having hitherto been seen--when the cheery shout of the first mate reached our ears from the look-out, of "There she spouts! there she spouts, boys!"
In an instant every one was aroused into the fullest activity--the watch below sprung on deck--Captain Carr hurried from his cabin, and with his hand to his mouth, shouted eagerly, "Where away?--where away?"
"About a mile on the starboard-bow," cried Mr Benson, the first mate, in return.
"Lower the boats, my lads!" exclaimed the captain, preparing to go in the leading one himself; the first and third mate and the boatswain went in command of the others. Both Newman and I, as new hands, remained on board, as did the second mate, to take charge of the ship.
Before the boats were in the water, the whale had ceased spouting; but just as they were shoving off, the look-out broke forth in a cheerful chorus, "There again--there again--there again!" the signal that the whale was once more sending up its spout of spray into the air. The words were taken up by all on deck, while we pointed with excited looks at the whale, whose vast head and hump could be clearly distinguished as he swam, unsuspicious of evil, through the calm waters of the deep.
Away flew the boats, urged on by rapid strokes, in hot pursuit. The captain took the lead. We who were left behind felt that we were accompanying them in heart and spirit. The foam bubbled and hissed round the bows of the boats as they clove their way through the water.
Not a moment was there to lose--the distance was great--the whale had been for some time breathing, and might go down, and perhaps be lost altogether, before the boats could get up to her, or they might have to chase her for many miles before they could again reach her. Meantime, the wind being fair, the ship was kept almost in the wake of the boats.
Away they flew; each was anxious to strike the first whale, but the captain"s took the lead, and maintained it. As they got nearer the monster, it was necessary to be careful, lest he should take the alarm, and, seeing his pursuers, go down to escape them. The men bent to their oars even more energetically than before; the captain stood up, harpoon in hand; his weapon was raised on high; we thought that the next instant it would be buried in the monster, when up went his small--the enormous flukes rose high in air--"Back of all!--back of all!" we cried; not that our voices could be heard. If not, that terrific stroke it is giving will shiver the boat in atoms. The boat glided out of the way, but just in time, though her crew were drenched with spray. Down went the whale--far, far into the depths of the ocean.
Nothing is to be had without trying for it--our captain knew this well.
All eyes were now turned to watch where the whale would next rise, for rise, we knew, he before long must, and in all probability within sight; so the boats paddled slowly on, the men reserving their strength for the moment when it would be required; while we on board shortened sail, that we might have the ship more under command, to follow wherever they might lead. Every one was watching with intense eagerness; the four boats were separated a short distance from each other; now and then the officers would stand up to see if the monster had risen, and then they would turn their gaze towards the ship for a signal from the look-out aboard. Still the time pa.s.sed away, and no whale appeared.
An hour had elapsed, when again the inspiriting shout was heard of "There she spouts! there she spouts!" the look-outs pointing, as before, over the starboard-bow, where the whale had again risen, not much more than a mile away from the boats. Again they were in rapid movement. We doubted not that this time they would reach the monster. Through our gla.s.ses we made him out to be a bull--an old greyhead, and probably a cunning fellow, one likely to try every dodge which a whale can think of to escape, and if failing to do that, and hard pressed, one who was likely to turn on his pursuers, and attack them with his open jaws or mighty flukes.
"Well, whatever freak he takes, our captain is the man to meet him,"
observed old Tom Knowles--a long-experienced hand in the South-Seas, but who, having hurt his arm, was unable to go in the boats. "As long as daylight lasts, he"ll not give up the chase."
I had thought that when a whale was seen, it was merely necessary to pull after him, dig the harpoons into him, and allow him to drag the boats along till he died; but I found it was often a far more difficult task than this to kill a whale.
"There again--there again!" shouted the look-outs from aloft; and the cry was repeated by all on deck, while the whale continued spouting.
Fast as at first, if not faster, the boats flew after him--the captain"s again leading.
"This time we"ll have him, surely," exclaimed Newman, who was as eager as any of us.
"Not quite so sure of that, Ned," observed old Knowles. "I"ve seen one of these old chaps go down half-a-dozen times before a harpoon was struck in him, and, after all, with three or four in his side, break away, and carry them off just as the sun was setting, and there was no chance of getting another sight of him. I say, never be certain that you"ve got him, till he"s safe in the casks. I"ve seen one, after he has been killed, go down like a shot, for no reason that anyone on board could tell, except to spite us for having caught him."
While old Tom was speaking, the boats had approached close to the whale.
For my own part, after what I had heard, I fully expected to see him lift his flukes, and go down as he had done before. The captain"s boat was up to him--the rest hung back, not to run the risk of alarming the wary monster. The captain stood up in the bows--a fine bold figure he looked, as he poised his glittering harpoon in his right hand, high above his head. "There!--peak your oars," cried old Tom, as the crew raised them with a flourish to a perpendicular position, having given the boat sufficient impetus to take her alongside the whale. Off flew the weapon, impelled by the captain"s unerring arm, and buried itself up to the socket in the fat coating with which the leviathan was clothed.
"It"s socket up!" cried old Knowles. "Hurrah, lads--hurrah! our first whale"s struck--good-luck, good-luck--hurrah, hurrah!" The cheer was taken up by all on board, as well as by those in the boats. They now gave way with a will after the whale; the harpooner, as another boat got up, sending his weapon into its side.
But it is no child"s play now. The captain had time to dart a lance into him, when, "Stern all--stern all!" was now the cry of the headsman; and the crews, with their utmost strength, backed the boats out of the way of the infuriated animal, which in his agony began to lash the water with his huge flukes, and strike out in every direction with a force which would have shattered to atoms any boat they met. Now his vast head rose completely out of the water--now his tail, as he writhed with the pain the weapons had inflicted. The whole surface of the surrounding ocean was lashed into foam by the reiterated strokes of those mighty flukes, while the boats were deluged with the spray he threw aloft--the sound of the blows reverberating far away across the water. The boat-steerer now stood ready to let the lines run through the loggerhead over the bows of the boat. Should anyone be seized by their coils as they are running out, his death would be certain. Soon finding the hopelessness of contending with his enemies above water, the whale lifted his flukes and sounded.
Down, down he went into the depths of the ocean. Away flew the line over the bows of the boat. Its rapid motion would have set fire to the wood, had not the headsman kept pouring water over it, as it pa.s.sed through its groove.
An oar was held up from the captain"s boat: it was a sign that nearly the whole of their line, of two hundred fathoms, had run out. With caution, and yet rapidity, the first mate in the second boat bent on his line; soon the captain"s came to an end, and then that flew out as rapidly as the first had done. To a.s.sist in stopping the whale"s downward course, drogues were now bent on to the line as it ran out; but they appeared to have little more effect in impeding his progress than a log-ship has in stopping the way of a vessel; and yet they have, in reality, much more, as every pound-weight in addition tells on the back of a racer.
Again an oar went up, and the third boat bent on, adding more drogues to stop his way. They at length appeared to have effect. "There; haul in the slack," cried old Tom. "He"s rising, lads; he"s rising!"
The boat-steerer was seen in the last boat busily coiling away the line in the tub as he hauled it in. When he had got all his line, that belonging to the next boat was in like manner coiled away; then the captain"s line was hauled in.
Thick bubbles now rose in rapid succession to the surface, followed by a commotion of the water, and the huge head of the monster rushed suddenly upward, sending forth a dense spout on high. The captain"s boat was now hauled gently on, the boat-steerer guiding it close up to the fin of the wounded whale. Again Captain Carr stood up with his long lance in hand, and plunged it, as few on board could have done, deep into his side. At the same moment the rest of the boats pulled up on the opposite side, the harpooner in the leading one striking his harpoon into him. Again the cry arose of "Stern all--stern all!" It was time, indeed, to get out of the way, for the whale seemed to feel that he was engaged in his last struggles for freedom and for life. He threw himself with all his monstrous bulk completely out of the water, in a vain attempt to get loose from his foes. Off from him all the boats backed.
He now became the a.s.sailant. He rushed at them with his head and lower jaw let drop, seemingly capable of devouring one of them entire. I almost thought he would; but he was already fatigued with his wounds and previous exertions. The line, too, of the mate"s boat had many times encircled his body. Suddenly it parts! The boat of the captain, after he had darted his lance, was backed in time, and got clear from the whale"s attack, but the first mate was not so fortunate. The whale seemed to have singled him out as the victim of his revenge. Having in vain lashed at him with his flukes, he turned towards him with his head, rushing on with terrific force. He caught the boat as she was retreating, in an instant capsizing her, and sending all her crew struggling in the waves. I thought he would immediately have destroyed them; but he swam on, they happily escaping the blows of his flukes, and went head out across the ocean, followed by the first boat and the two others.
Were they going to allow our shipmates to perish unaided? I thought and fully expected to hear the second mate order another boat to be lowered to go to their a.s.sistance. But they did not require any. Two of the men could not swim, but the others supported them till they got them up to the boat, from which they had been a little way separated, and then by pressing down the gunwale they quickly righted her. They then, holding on on either side, baled away till they could get into her, and still have her gunwale above water, when they very quickly freed her altogether. Everything had been secured in the boat, so that nothing was lost; and as soon as she was to right, off she started again in the chase.
Away flew the captain"s boat, dragged on by the line, at the rate, it seemed, of full ten knots an hour. The other boats followed as fast as their crews could lay their backs to the oars; but for a long time they could gain nothing on him, but were fast falling astern. We had again filled, and were standing on. At last he began to slacken his pace.
The loss of blood from his many wounds, and his evident exertions, were rapidly weakening him. Still, so far-off had he gone, that the captain"s boat was scarce to be seen, and the others were mere specks on the ocean.
Once again, however, we were overtaking them. The captain was once more hauling in the slack--the other boats were getting up--the headsmen standing, harpoon in hand, ready to give the whale fresh and still more deadly wounds. They ranged up alongside, and harpoons and lances flew from the boats. The monster no longer threw up water alone, but blood was sent in a thick spout from his blow-hole, sprinkling the men in the boats, and staining the bright blue sea around. Still, in spite of all his foes, he struggled on bravely for life. Lashing the water, so as to drive his relentless a.s.sailants to a distance, he once more lifted his flukes and sounded; but they were prepared to let the lines run. Down he went again.