However, as disagreeable as well as agreeable times must come to an end some time, if we will but wait that time, the _Proserpine_ was relieved at length, and returned to Portsmouth. She was not allowed to remain there long, for as soon as she could be refitted, and had taken in a fresh supply of provisions, wood, and water, she again put to sea to join a squadron in the North Seas. Winter came on, and as she lay in Yarmouth Roads, directions were sent to Captain Order to prepare for the reception of an amba.s.sador, or some other great man, who was to be conveyed to the Elbe, and landed at Cuxhaven, or any other place where he could be put on sh.o.r.e and make his way to his destination.
It was early in February, but the weather was unusually fine, and off the compact little island of Heligoland a signal was made for a pilot, who came on board and a.s.sured the captain that there was not the slightest difficulty in getting up the Elbe to Cuxhaven, if he would but proceed at between half-flood and half-ebb, when he could see the sand on either hand. All the buoys in the river had, however, been carried away, he observed, to prevent the enemy from getting up. With a favourable breeze the frigate stood up the river, guided by the experienced pilot. While the weather continued fine, the task was one of no great difficulty, though with a wintry wind blowing and the thermometer far down below the freezing-point, it was anything but a pleasant one.
"Faith, I"d rather be back stewing away among the n.i.g.g.e.rs in the West Indies, would not you, Gerrard?" exclaimed Paddy O"Grady, beating his hands against his sides to keep them warm.
"I should not mind it for a change, if it was not to last long; but I confess I don"t wish it to be colder," said Paul.
"Why, lads, this is nothing to what I have had to go through in the North Seas," remarked Bruff. "I"ve known it so cold that every drop of spray which came on board froze, and I"ve seen the whole deck, and every spar and rope one ma.s.s of ice, so that there was no getting the ropes to run through the sheaves of the blocks, and as to furling sails, which were mere sheets of ice, that was next to an impossibility. I warn you, if you don"t like what we have got now, you"ll like still less what is coming. There are some heavy snow-clouds driving up, and we shall have a shift of wind soon."
The frigate had now got up to within four miles of Cuxhaven, when, at about four o"clock, as the winter"s day was closing in, it, as Bruff had antic.i.p.ated, came on to snow so thickly that the pilot could no longer see the marks, and it accordingly became necessary to anchor. Later in the evening, when darkness had already set in, the wind shifted to the southward of east, and the snow fell with a density scarcely ever surpa.s.sed, as if the whole cloud ma.s.s of snow were descending bodily to the earth. Added to this, the high wind drove the ice, which had hitherto remained fixed to the sh.o.r.e, high up, directly down on the ship, threatening every instant to cut her cables, when she must have been driven on sh.o.r.e and lost.
"All hands on deck!" turned many a sleeper out of his hammock, where, if not warm, he was not so cold as elsewhere. All night long the crew were on deck, fending off the ice, which in huge ma.s.ses came drifting down on them.
"What do you think of this, Paddy?" asked Bruff.
"Why, by my faith, that when a thing is bad we have good reason to be thankful that it"s no worse," answered O"Grady. "Can anything be worse than this?"
"Yes, indeed, a great deal worse," said Bruff.
The morning broke at length, and as it was evident that the amba.s.sador could not be landed at Cuxhaven, it was necessary to get out of the Elbe without delay, that he might be put on sh.o.r.e on the coast of Holstein, if possible.
The wind blew as strong as ever--a severe gale; but, the snow ceasing partially, the pilot was enabled to see the land. The ship stood on under one sail only--the utmost she could carry--a fore-topmast stay-sail.
"Hurrah! we shall soon be out of this trap, and once more in the open sea," exclaimed O"Grady. "So the pilot says."
"Are we well clear of the outer bank?" asked the captain.
The answer was in the affirmative; but it was scarcely given when the ship struck heavily, and, her keel cutting the sand, she thus became, as it seemed, firmly fixed. Then arose the cry from many mouths--
"We are lost! we are lost!"
"Silence!" exclaimed Captain Order; "until every effort has been made to get her off, let no one under my command say that."
CHAPTER TWELVE.
When a captain finds his ship on sh.o.r.e, even though he is in no way to blame, he feels as did Captain Order, that a great misfortune has happened to him. No sooner was the _Proserpine"s_ way stopped, than the ice drifting down the river began to collect round her. Still the captain did not despair of getting her off. The boats were hoisted out for the purpose of carrying out an anchor to heave her off; but the ice came down so thickly with the ebb, which had begun to make, that they were again hoisted in, and all hands were employed in shoring up the ship to prevent her falling over on her side. Scarcely was this done when huge ma.s.ses of ice came drifting down with fearful force directly on the ship, carrying away the sh.o.r.es as if they were so many reeds, and tearing off large sheets of the copper from her counter.
"I told you that matters might be worse. What do you think of the state of things?" said Bruff to Paul.
"That they are very bad; but I heard the captain say just now that he still hopes to get off," answered Paul. "I suppose that he is right on the principle Mr Devereux always advocates, "Never to give in while the tenth part of a chance remains.""
"Oh, Devereux is a fortunate man. He is a lieutenant, and will be a commander before long, and so looks on the bright side of everything, while I am still a wretched old mate, and have a right to expect the worst," answered Bruff, with some little bitterness in his tone. "I ought to have been promoted for that cutting-out affair."
So he ought. Poor Bruff, once the most joyous and uncomplaining in the mess, was becoming slightly acidulated by disappointment. He had good reason on this occasion for taking a gloomy view of the state of affairs.
The ice drove down in increasingly larger ma.s.ses every instant. One ma.s.s struck the rudder, and, though it was as strong as wood and iron could make it, cut it in two, the lower part being thrown up by the concussion on to the surface of the floe, where it lay under the stern, the floe itself remaining fixed in that position by the other ma.s.ses which had collected round the ship.
The amba.s.sador and members of his suite looked uncomfortable, and made inquiries as to the best means of leaving the ship; but she was Captain Order"s first command, and he had no idea of giving her up without making a great effort for her preservation. At length came an order which showed that matters were considered bad in the extreme:
"Heave overboard the guns!"
Rapidly the guns were run out, and, aided by crowbars, were forced through the ports; but so strong was the ice that they failed to break it, and lay on its surface round the ship. Mr Trunnion, the gunner, hurried about, a.s.sisting in the operation; but as each gun went overboard he gave a groan, and made a face as if, one by one, his own teeth were being drawn.
"Never mind, mate, the good ship holds together, and we"ll get her off, I hope," observed the carpenter.
"The ship! What"s the value of her compared to the guns?" exclaimed the gunner, turning on his heel.
The stores (to the purser"s infinite grief) and water followed. Anchors and cables were now carried out, and the ice astern with infinite labour was broken away; but the efforts of the crew were in vain, and the ship still remained firmly fixed in her icy prison when night drew on.
What a night was that! Down came the snow thicker than ever, the fierce wind howled and shrieked through the rigging, and when the ebb tide made, the ice in huge ma.s.ses came down, crashing with fearful force against the sides of the frigate, ma.s.s rising above ma.s.s, till it seemed as if it were about to entomb her in a frozen mountain. The science and experience of the oldest officers were set at nought, all the exertions of the crew were unavailing; the wind increased, the snow fell thicker, and the ice acc.u.mulated more and more. The cold, too, was intense, and with difficulty the men could face the freezing blast.
Paul thought of how often he had heard people complaining of the heat of the West Indies, and now how glad would they have been to have obtained some of that caloric they were then so anxious to be rid of. Already the ma.s.ses of ice reached up to the cabin windows. A loud crack was heard. It came from the after part of the ship. The carpenter and his mates descended to ascertain the mischief. He soon returned with a long face and a look of alarm on his countenance, and, touching his hat to the captain, reported that the stern port was broken in two, and parts of the stern stove in, so that there was small chance of the ship floating, even should she be got off.
"Well, well, Auger, keep up your spirits, man," observed Mr Grummit, the boatswain, to his brother warrant officer; "the masts are standing, and in spite of the gale the spars are uninjured, and you may manage, after all, to copper up the old barkie to get her out of this."
"Ah, that"s just like the way of the world, Grummit," said Trunnion.
"As long as your masts are standing, you don"t care how much harm happens to the hull under Auger"s charge; and while the hull was undamaged, Auger didn"t care for my guns; but just let"s see your masts going over the side, and we should have you singing out as loudly as any one--that we should, I know; and just you look out, they"ll be going before long."
The indignant gunner turned away. It seemed very probable that his prognostications would prove true, for already in all directions the gallant ship cracked and groaned as the ice pressed in from every quarter on her stout timbers.
Paul met Devereux, and asked him what he thought was going to happen.
"One of two things, my dear Gerrard," answered the young lieutenant; "we must either try to get on sh.o.r.e, or we must be ready to go down with the ship, should the wind drift her out of her present position. I know that you will be prepared for whatever we are called to encounter; but whatever occurs, keep near me. I shall not be happy if we are separated."
As Paul was in Devereux"s watch, this he could easily promise to do.
Hour after hour wore on. The cold increased. The weather gave no signs of mending. Death, in a form, though not the most terrible, yet calculated to produce intense suffering, stared them in the face. The men looked at each other, and asked what was next to happen. The captain and most of his officers, and the amba.s.sador, were in consultation in the cabin. Many of the men believed that the ship herself could not much longer resist the violent pressure to which she was exposed, and expected every instant that her sides would be crushed together.
The calmest, as usual, was old Croxton, who had been actively going about his duty without making any demonstration.
"Lads, just listen to me," he observed. "Some of you are proposing one thing, and some another; but let me advise you to go on steadily doing your duty, smartly obeying our officers, and leaving all the rest in the hands of Providence. It is the business of the officers to plan and command, and, depend on it, they"ll order us to do what they believe to be best."
A few minutes afterwards the drum beat for divisions, and as soon as the men were mustered, the captain addressed them, and told them that, at the desire of the amba.s.sador, it had been resolved to abandon the ship.
"At the same time, my lads, you will remember that while she holds together, you still belong to her," he added. "While, for your own sakes, you will maintain that strict discipline which has done you so much credit ever since I have had the satisfaction of commanding you."
A hearty cheer was the answer to this address.
The men were then directed to provide themselves each with a change of clothing, and a supply of provisions for two days. All knew that the undertaking was perilous in the extreme. The nearest inhabited part of the small island of Newark was upwards of six miles distant. No one knew exactly the direction. The snow continued to fall thickly, the cold was intense, and the wind blew fiercely, while it was possible that the ice might break away and carry them with it before they could gain the land.
They were to march in subdivisions, each under their respective officers. With heavy hearts the officers and crew went down the side of the ship, and formed on the ice under her lee. The sick--fortunately there were very few--were supported by their comrades. There were some women and children; for them it was truly fearful work. The captain, having ascertained that no man was left on board, was the last to quit the ship. He could not speak as he came down the side and took his place in the van. The order to advance was given. Slowly, with heads bent down against the freezing blast, the party worked their way. In some places the tide or the wind had forced the water over the ice, and pools of half-frozen slush had been formed, through which they were compelled to wade. In others they had to climb over the huge slabs of ice which had been thrown up in wild confusion. On they toiled, however, those who kept close together a.s.sisting each other; but some, alas! in the thick snow separated by the inequalities of the surface over which they travelled, sunk unseen, and not, in many cases, till their comrades had advanced too far to render a.s.sistance, was their absence discovered. A poor boy--who, though somewhat weak and sickly, was a favourite with the men--was one of the first missed. He had been complaining of the cold, but had been encouraged to proceed by those near him.
"Oh, let me just lie down and rest for a few moments, I am so weary, I will come on with the others," he murmured.
"You will get no rest to do you good," was the answer. "Cheer up, cheer up, lad!"
A friendly hand was stretched out to help him. For some way he struggled on. Then there arose a huge pile of ice slabs, and he escaped from the friendly hand which held him.