I was afraid that she would turn over; and finding an axe on the deck, I mounted the rigging with it, and commenced cutting away the lacing of the sails from the mast. I then lowered the gaffs, and cleared away the canva.s.s in the same way, so that the sails fell on the deck. This was a work of at least one hour; but when the canva.s.s was off, the vessel was steady.
It was well that I had taken this precaution; for very soon afterwards the wind was much fresher, and the weather appeared very threatening; the sea also rose considerably. I was very tired, and sat down for some time on the deck abaft.
It then occurred to me that the weight of the planks upon the deck must not only keep the vessel deeper in the water, but make her more top-heavy, and I determined to throw them overboard; but first I looked for something to eat, and found plenty of victuals in the iron pot in which the men had cooked their supper the night before.
As soon as I had obtained from the cask lashed on the deck a drink of water, to wash down the cold fried ham which I had eaten, I set work to throw overboard the planks on deck.
When I had thrown over a portion from one side I went to the other, and threw over as many more, that I might, as much as possible, keep the vessel on an even keel.
This job occupied me the whole of the day; and when I had completed my task I examined the height of the water at the cabin ladder, and found that the vessel had risen more than six inches. This was a source of great comfort to me, and what pleased me more was, that the wind had gone down again, and the water was much smoother.
I made a supper off some raw ham, for the fire had been extinguished, and committing myself to the protection of Heaven, lay down as the sun set, and from the fatigue of the day was soon in a sound sleep.
I awoke about the middle of the night. The stars shone brightly, and there was but a slight ripple on the water.
I thought of my mother, of my aunt Milly, of Captain Delmar, and I felt for the seal-skin pouch which was fastened round my neck. It was all safe.
I calculated chances, and I made up my mind that I should be picked up by some vessel or another before long.
I said to myself--"Why, I am better off now than I was when in the wherry, with Peggy Pearson; I was saved then, why should I not be now?"
I felt no desponding, and lay down, and was soon fast asleep.
It was broad daylight when I awoke; I took my spy-gla.s.s, and looking round the horizon, discovered a vessel several miles off, standing towards me. This gave me fresh spirits.
I made a raw breakfast, and drank plenty of water as before. The wind, which was very light, increased a little. The vessel came nearer, and I made her out to be a schooner. In two hours she was close to me, and I waved my hat, and hallooed as loud as I could.
The schooner was full of men, and steered close to me--she was a beautiful craft, and, although the wind was so light, glided very fast through the water, and I could not help thinking that she was the pirate vessel which the frigate had been in chase of.
It appeared as if they intended to pa.s.s me, and I hallooed, "Schooner, ahoy! Why don"t you send a boat on board?"
I must say, that when the idea struck me that she was a pirate vessel, my heart almost failed me.
Shortly afterwards the schooner rounded to and lowered a boat, which pulled to the vessel. The boat"s crew were all negroes.
One of them said, "Jump in, you white boy; next jump he take be into the shark"s mouth," continued the man, grinning, as he addressed himself to the others in the boat.
I got into the boat, and they rowed on board the schooner. I did then think that I was done for; for what mercy could I expect, being a king"s officer, from pirates, which the words of the negro convinced me they were?
As soon as I was alongside of the schooner, they ordered me to go up the side, which I did, with my spy-gla.s.s in my hand. I leaped from the gunwale down on the deck, and found myself on board of an armed vessel, with a crew wholly composed of blacks.
I was rudely seized by two of them, who led me aft to where a negro stood apart from the rest. A more fierce, severe, determined-looking countenance, I never beheld. He was gigantic in stature and limbed like the Farnesian Hercules.
"Well, boy, who are you?" said he, "and how came you on board of that vessel?"
I told him in very few words.
"Then you belong to that frigate that chased us the day before yesterday?"
"Yes," replied I.
"What is her name?"
"The Calliope."
"She sails well," said he.
"Yes," replied I; "she is the fastest sailer on this station."
"That"s all the information I want of you, boy: now you may go."
"Go where?" replied I.
"Go where?--go overboard, to be sure," replied he, with a grin.
My heart died within me; but I mustered courage enough to say, "Much obliged to you, sir; but I"d rather stay where I am, if it"s all the same to you."
The other negroes laughed at this reply, and I felt a little confidence; at all events, their good-humour gave me courage, and I felt that being bold was my only chance.
The negro captain looked at me for a time, as if considering, and at last said to the men, "Overboard with him."
"Good-bye, sir, you"re very kind," said I; "but this is a capital spy-gla.s.s, and I leave it to you as a legacy." And I went up to him and offered him my spy-gla.s.s. Merciful Heaven! bow my heart beat against my ribs when I did this!
The negro captain took the gla.s.s, and looked through it.
"It is a good gla.s.s," said he, as he removed it from his eyes. It was poor Green"s spy-gla.s.s, which he had given me for showing him the mason"s signs.
"Well, white boy, I accept your present; and now, good bye."
"Good-bye, sir. Do me one kindness in return," said I, very gravely, for I felt my hour was come.
"And what is that?" replied the negro.
"Tie a shot to my heels, that I may sink quickly; it won"t take them long."
"You don"t ask me to spare your life, then?" replied the negro.
"He de very first white dat not ask it," said one of the negroes.
"Dat really for true," said another.
"Yes, by gum," replied a third.
Oh, how I wished to know what to say at that moment! The observations of the negroes made me imagine that I had better not _ask_ for it and yet how I clung to life! It was an awful moment--I felt as if I had lived a year in a few minutes. For a second or two I felt faint and giddy--I drew a long breath and revived.
"You don"t answer me, boy," said the negro captain.
"Why should I ask when I feel certain to be refused? If you will give me my life, I will thank you: I don"t particularly wish to die, I can a.s.sure you."