In obedience to this order the steward took little Wilkins forward and introduced him to the cook, who introduced him to the coppers and scrubbing brushes. From that day forward Master Watty became deeply versed in the dirty work and hard work of the ship, so that all the romance of a sea life was driven out of him, and its stern realities were implanted. In less than three weeks there was not a cup, saucer, or plate in the ship that Watty had not washed; not a "bra.s.s" that he had not polished and re-polished; not a copper that he had not sc.r.a.ped; not an inch of the deck that he had not swabbed. But it must not be supposed that he groaned under this labour. Although reckless, hasty, and inconsiderate, he was not mean-spirited. Making up his mind to do his best in the circ.u.mstances, he went cheerfully to his dirty work, and did it well.
"You see," said he to Philosopher Jack, as they chanced one dark night to have a few minutes" talk together near the weather gangway, where Watty paused on his way to the caboose with a soup-tureen, "as the captain says, I"ve made the bed myself, so I must lie on it and I"m resolved to lie straight, and not kick."
"Right, Watty, right," said Jack, with a sigh; "we have both been fools, so must grin and bear it."
Watty greeted this remark, to Jack"s surprise, with a sudden and unexpected yell, as he received a cut from a rope"s-end over the back.
"What, idling, eh?" cried the steward, flourishing the rope"s-end again.
In a burst of rage the poor boy raised the soup-tureen, and would infallibly have shattered it on the man"s head if Jack had not caught his arm.
"Come, Wilkins, mind what you"re about," he said, pushing him towards the forepart of the ship to prevent a scuffle.
A moment"s reflection sufficed to convince Wilkins of the folly, as well as uselessness, of rebellion. Pocketing his pride and burning with indignation, he walked forward, while the tyrannical steward went grumbling to his own private den.
It chanced that night that the captain, ignorant of what had occurred, sent for the unfortunate stowaway, for the mitigation of whose sorrows his friend Ben Trench had, more than once, pleaded earnestly, but in vain. The captain invariably replied that Watty had acted ungratefully and rebelliously to a kind father, and it was his duty to let him bear the full punishment of his conduct.
Watty was still smarting from the rope"s-end when he entered the cabin.
"Youngster," said the captain, sternly, "I sent for you to tell you of a fact that came to my knowledge just before we left port. Your father told me that, being unwilling to disappoint you in your desires, he had managed to get a situation of some sort for you on board a well-known line of ocean steamers, and he only waited to get the thing fairly settled before letting you know about it. There, you may go for"ed and think what you have lost by running away."
Without a word of reply Watty left the cabin. His day"s work had just been completed. He turned into his hammock, and, laying his head on his pillow, quietly wept himself to sleep.
"Ain"t you rather hard on the poor boy, father?" said Polly, who had witnessed the interview.
"Not so hard as you think, little woman," answered the captain, stroking the child"s head with his great hand; "that little rascal has committed a great sin. He has set out on the tracks of the prodigal son you"ve often read about, an" he"s not sufficiently impressed with his guilt.
When I get him into a proper frame o" mind I"ll not be so hard on him.
Now, Polly, go putt your doll to bed, and don"t criticise your father."
Polly seized the huge whiskers of her sire, and giving him an unsolicited "nor"-wester," which was duly returned, went off to her little cot.
We do not mean to trouble the reader with all the incidents of a prolonged voyage to southern lat.i.tudes, during which Philosopher Jack formed a strong friendship with Ben Trench and Watty Wilkins; continued his instruction of the amiable and unfathomable Baldwin Burr, and became a general favourite with the crew of the _Lively Poll_. Suffice it to say that all went well, and the good ship sailed along under favouring breezes without mishap of any kind until she reached that great ocean whose unknown waters circle round the Southern Pole.
Here, however, good fortune forsook them, and contrary-gales baffling the _Lively Poll_ drove her out of her course, while tumbling billows buffeted her severely.
One night a dead calm prevailed. The air became hot, clouds rose rapidly over the sky, and the barometer--that faithful friend of the mariner--fell unusually low.
"How dreadfully dark it is getting," said Polly, in a low, half-frightened tone to Baldwin Burr, who was at the wheel.
"We"re going to have a night of it, my dear," replied the seaman.
If he had said that the winds and waves were going to "have a night of it" Baldwin Burr would have been more strictly correct. He had scarcely uttered the words when the captain gave orders to close-reef the top-sails. Our philosopher, springing aloft with his comrades, was out on the top-sail yard in a few seconds. Scarcely had the sails been reefed when the gale burst upon the ship, and almost laid her flat upon the foaming sea. At first the very violence of the wind kept the waves down, but they gradually rose until the ship was tossed on their crests and engulfed in their hollows like a cork. As the force of the gale increased sail was further reduced, until nothing but a mere rag was left and even this at last was split and blown to ribbons. Inky clouds soon obscured the sky, and, as night descended on the wild scene, the darkness became so intense that nothing could be seen except the pale gleam of foaming billows as they flashed past over the bulwarks. In the midst of the turmoil there came a blinding flash of lightning, followed instantly by a terrible crash of thunder. This was succeeded by a sound of rending which was not the result of elemental strife.
"Foremast gone, sir," cried one of the men, staggering aft.
Seizing an axe, the captain sprang forward. Edwin Jack followed. They found the ship"s-carpenter already at work cutting the shrouds and other ropes that held the wreck of the mast. As flashes of lightning followed in quick succession they revealed a scene of ruin on the forepart of the vessel, with the tall figure of Edwin as he stood on the bulwarks wielding an axe. At last the wreck was cleared, but the seas were now bursting over the decks and sweeping away everything not made fast.
Among other things the long-boat was carried away, and ere long all the other boats were torn from their fastenings or destroyed. It was a fearful night. Even the most reckless among the sailors were overawed by such a display of the terrors of G.o.d. At such times scoffers are wont to become tremblers, and those who "trust in G.o.d" find Him "a very present help in trouble."
The gale was as short-lived as it was fierce. By the dawn of the following day it had abated considerably, and it was found that less damage had been done to the ship than might have been expected.
"We"re all right, Polly, thank G.o.d!" said the captain, earnestly, when he ventured to open the companion hatch and go below. "You prayed for us, dear, didn"t you?"
"Yes, father, I did; I prayed that our lives might be spared, if He pleased."
"Well, Polly, our prayers have been answered," said the captain; "our lives are spared and the ship is safe, though we"ve lost the foremast and the boats. However, that can be putt to rights; we"ll rig up a jury-mast and get on famously, so keep up your heart, old girl, and give us a nor"--. There, you"d better stay below yet awhile; it"s dirty on deck."
The weather was not long of improving. A profound calm followed the storm. Bright sunshine banished the thunder-clouds. The contrast between the dangers just past and the peaceful condition that prevailed had the effect of raising the spirits of all on board the _Lively Poll_ to an unusual height, so that s.n.a.t.c.hes of song, whistling, and cheery remarks, were heard on all sides among the busy crew as they rigged up a new mast, bent on new sails, and repaired the various damages. When night put a stop to their labours, and every one sought repose, except the watch and the captain and the man at the wheel, the same peaceful calm continued. Only the long undulating swell of ocean remained to tell of the recent storm, while the gla.s.sy surface reflected a universe of stars.
It was at this time of profound repose and fancied security that the death-knell of the _Lively Poll_ was sounded. In the southern seas there is a little creature, named the coral insect (of which we shall have more to say hereafter), which is ever at work building walls and ramparts on the bottom of the sea. These rise by degrees to the surface,--rise above it--and finally become some of the fairest isles of the Pacific. Charts tell of the isles, but no charts can tell the locality of coral reefs which have just, or barely, reached the surface.
The _Lively Poll_ was forging slowly ahead under a puff of air that only bulged her top-sails as she rose and sank on the majestic swell.
Presently she rose high, and was then let down on a coral reef with such violence that the jury-mast with the main-topmast and all the connected rigging, went over the side. Another swell lifted her off, and flung her on the ocean"s breast a total wreck.
The scene that followed may be imagined. Whatever could be done by an able and active seaman in such an emergency was done by Captain Samson.
Water was rushing in through the shattered hull. To pa.s.s a sail under the ship"s bottom and check this was the first act. Then the pumps were rigged and worked by all on board. Besides Ben Trench there were three gentlemen pa.s.sengers. These took their turn with the rest, but all was of no avail. The ship was sinking. The utmost efforts of those whose lives seemed dependent on her only delayed the final catastrophe.
"There is no hope," said the captain in a low tone to his chief mate, to whom he gave some rapid orders, and went below.
It was daybreak, and the first gleam of light that leaped over the gla.s.sy sea tinged the golden curls of Polly Samson as she lay sleeping on one of the cabin sofas. She awoke and started up.
"Lie still, darling, and rest as long as you may," said the captain in a low tender voice, "and pray, Polly, pray for us again. G.o.d is able to save to the uttermost, my pet."
He said this without pausing, as he went to his berth and brought out a s.e.xtant, with which he returned on deck.
Standing near the foot of the companion-ladder, Watty Wilkins had heard the words, "There is no hope," and the few sentences addressed to the child. His impressionable spirit leapt to the conclusion that the fate of all on board was sealed. He knew that the boats had all been swept away, and a feeling of profound despair seized him. This was quickly followed by contrition for his past conduct and pity for his father, under the impulse of which he sat down in a corner of the steward"s pantry and groaned aloud. Then he wrote a few lines in pencil on a piece of paper, bidding farewell to his father. Often had he read of such messages from the sea being wafted ash.o.r.e in bottles, but little did he expect ever to have occasion to write one. He had just put the paper in a bottle, corked it up, and dropped it out of one of the cabin windows, when he was summoned on deck, and found that a raft was being hastily prepared alongside. Already some casks of biscuits and water had been lowered on it, while the carpenter and several men were busily at work increasing its size and binding it together with iron clamps, hawsers, and chains.
There was urgent need for haste, as the ship was fast settling down.
"Now then, my lads, look alive!" cried the captain, as he lifted his little daughter over the side. "The ship can"t float much longer.
Here, Jack, catch hold."
Edwin sprang to the side of the raft, and, standing up, received Polly in his arms.
"Take care of her! Hold her tight!" cried the anxious father.
"Trust me," said Philosopher Jack.
The child was placed on the highest part of the raft with the pa.s.sengers, and partially covered with a shawl. The crew were then ordered to leave the ship. Having seen every one out of it Captain Samson descended and gave the order to shove off. This was quickly done, and the distance was slowly increased by means of two large oars.
The huge ma.s.s of spars and planks moved gradually away from the doomed vessel, whose deck was by that time little above the level of the sea.
They had not got more than a few hundred yards off, when Baldwin Burr, who pulled one of the oars, uttered an exclamation. Edwin Jack and Ben Trench, who knelt close to him fastening a rope, looked up and saw the captain standing on the high part of the raft near Polly and little Wilkins, waving his right hand. He was bidding farewell to the old ship, which suddenly went down with a heavy roll. Another moment, and only a few ripples remained to mark the spot where the _Lively Poll_ had found an ocean tomb.
CHAPTER THREE.
ADRIFT ON THE GREAT OCEAN.
Sunshine gladdens the heart of man and causes him more or less to forget his sorrows. The day on which the _Lively Poll_ went down was bright and warm, as well as calm, so that some of those who were cast away on the raft--after the first shock had pa.s.sed, and while busily employed in binding the spars and making other needful arrangements--began to feel sensations approaching almost to hilarity.