Rodman The Boatsteerer And Other Stories.
by Louis Becke.
I.
With her white cotton canvas swelling gently out and then softly drooping flat against her cordage, the _Shawnee_, sperm whaler of New Bedford, with the dying breath of the south-east trade, was sailing lazily over a sea whose waters were as calm as those of a mountain lake.
Twenty miles astern the lofty peaks of Tutuila, one of the islands of the Samoan group, stood out clearly in the dazzling sunshine, and, almost ahead, what at dawn had been the purple loom of Upolu was changing to a cloud-capped dome of vivid green as the ship closed with the land.
The _Shawnee_ was "a five-boat ship," and, judging from the appearance of her decks, which were very clean, an unlucky one. She had been out for over a year, and three months had pa.s.sed since the last fish had been killed. That was off the coast of Chile, and she was now cruising westward and northward towards the eastern coast of New Guinea, where Captain Harvey Lucy, the master, expected to make up for the persistent ill-luck that had attended him so far. Naturally a man of most violent and ungovernable temper, his behaviour to his men on the present voyage had led to disastrous consequences, and the crew, much as they admired their captain as one of the most skilful whalemen who had ever trod a deck, were now worked up into a state of exasperation bordering on mutiny. Shortly before the Samoan Islands were sighted, the ship"s cooper, a man who took the cue for his conduct to the hands from the example set by the captain, had had a fierce quarrel with a young boat-steerer, named Gerald Rodman, who, in a moment of pa.s.sion, struck the cooper such a terrific blow that the man lay between life and death for some hours. An attempt to put Rodman in irons was fiercely resisted by a number of his shipmates, who were led by his younger brother. But the after-guard were too strong for the men, and after a savage conflict the two Rodmans and three other seamen were overpowered by Captain Lucy, his four mates and the carpenter and stewards. As was common enough in those days on American whaleships, nearly all the officers were relatives or connections by marriage, and were always ready to stand by the captain; in this instance the cooper was a brother of the second mate. Six days had pa.s.sed since this affair had occurred, and when Upolu was sighted the five men were still in irons and confined in the hot and stifling atmosphere of the sail-locker, having been given only just enough food and water to keep body and soul together.
Four bells struck, and Captain Lucy made his appearance from below. The watch on deck, who had hitherto been talking among themselves as they went about their work, at once became silent, and muttered curses escaped from their lips as they eyed the tall figure of the captain standing at the break of the p.o.o.p. For some minutes he apparently took no notice of any one about him; then he turned to the mate, who stood near him, and said:
"Have you had a look at those fellows this morning, Brant?"
"Yes," answered the officer. "They want to know if you"re going to let them have a smoke."
A savage oath preceded Captain Lucy"s reply--
"They can lie there till they die before any one of them shall put a pipe in his mouth."
"Just as you please, captain," said the mate, nonchalantly. "I guess you know best what you"re doing. But there"s going to be more trouble aboard this ship if you don"t ease up a bit on those five men; and if I were you I wouldn"t go too far. One of "em--that youngest Rodman boy--can"t stand much more of that sail locker in such weather as this. And I guess _I_ don"t want to go before a grand jury if he or any of "em dies."
"I tell you, Brant, that rather than ease up on those fellows, I"d lose the ship. I"m going to keep them there till we strike another fish, and then I"ll haze what life is left in them clean out of them."
Rough and harsh as he was with the crew of the _Shawnee_, Brant was no vindictive tyrant, and was about to again remonstrate with the savage Lucy, when, suddenly, the thrilling cry of "There she blows!" came from the look-out in the crow"s nest; and in a few minutes the barque"s decks were bustling with excitement. A small "pod" or school of sperm whales were in sight. Four boats were at once lowered and started in pursuit.
When first sighted from the ship the whales were not more than two miles distant, and moving towards her. The mate"s boat was first away, and in a very short time fastened to the leader of the "pod"--a huge bull over sixty feet in length. In less than five seconds after the keen-edged harpoon had plunged deep into his body, the mighty fish "sounded"
(dived) at a terrific speed; the other whales at once disappeared and Brant"s boat shot away from the other three. The remaining boats were those of the captain and the second and third mates. For some ten or fifteen minutes their crews lay upon their oars watching the swift progress of the mate"s boat, and scanning the sea from every point around them, to discern where the vanished and unstricken whales would rise to breathe again. At last they saw the great bull, to which the mate"s boat was fast, burst out upon the surface of the water, two miles away. For a minute the mighty creature lay exposed to view, beating the sea into a white seeth of foam as he struck the water tremendous blows with his tail, and sought to free himself from the cruel steel in his body. As he thrashed from side to side, two of his convoy rose suddenly near him as if in sympathy with their wounded leader. Then, in an instant, they all disappeared together, the stricken whale still dragging the mate"s boat after him at an incredible speed.
Knowing that in all probability the two whales which had just appeared would accompany the great bull to the last--when he would receive the stroke of the death-dealing lance from Brant--the captain of the _Shawnee_ at once started off in pursuit, accompanied by the second and third mates" boats. The crews bent to their tough ash oars with strength and determination. There was no need for the dreadful oaths and blasphemies with which Captain Lucy and his officers a.s.sailed their ears, or his threats of punishment should they fail to catch up the mate"s boat and miss killing the two "loose" whales; the prospect of such a prize was all the incentive the seamen needed. With set teeth and panting bosoms they urged the boats along, and presently they were encouraged by a cry from the third mate, who called out to the captain and second mate that the wounded whale was slackening his speed, and Mr.
Brant was "hauling up alongside to give him the lance." In another fifty strokes the captain and the two officers saw the great head of the creature that was dragging the mate"s boat along again appear on the surface, and on each side were his devoted cetacean companions, who were almost of as monstrous a size as the bull himself.
With savage oaths the captain urged his crew to fresh exertions, for just then he saw the mate go for"ard in his boat and plunge his keen lance of shining steel into his prize, then back his boat off as the agonised whale again sounded into the blue depths below, with his life-blood pouring from him in a bubbling stream.
II.
On board the _Shawnee_ the progress of the boats was watched amid the most intense excitement; and even the imprisoned seamen, in their foul and horrible prison, stretched their wearied and manacled limbs and sought to learn by the sounds on deck whether any or all of the boats were "fast"--that is, had harpooned a whale. Broken-spirited and exhausted as they were by long days of cruel and undeserved punishment, they would have forgotten their miseries in an instant had the fourth mate ordered them on deck to lower his boat--the only one remaining on board--and join their shipmates in the other boats in the chase. But of this they knew there was little prospect, for this remaining boat had been seriously injured by a heavy sea, which had washed her inboard a few days before the fight between the officers and crew. Presently, however, they heard the hurried stamping of feet on deck, and then the voices of the fourth mate and cooper giving orders to take in sail.
"Jerry," said a young English lad named Wray, to the elder Rodman, "do you hear that? One of the boats must have got "fast" and killed. We"ll be out of this in another half-hour, cutting-in. The captain won"t let us lie here when there is work to be done on deck; he"s too mean a Yankee to satisfy his revenge at the expense of his pocket."
But their pleasant belief that a whale had been killed, and that the ship was shortening sail while the carca.s.s was being cut-in, was rudely disturbed a few minutes later, when the _Shawnee_ took a sudden list over to port, and they were all pitched to the lee side of the sail locker in a heap. A squall had struck the barque.
Bruised and lacerated by the force with which they had been hurled together, the five prisoners sat up, and were soon enlightened as to the condition of affairs by the carpenter making his appearance, taking off their galling irons, and ordering them on deck.
The squall was a very heavy one, accompanied by savage gusts of stinging rain, and the old ship, with her canvas in great disorder, was every now and then thrown almost on her beam ends with its fury. After considerable trouble the officers and crew succeeded in saving her canvas from being blown to ribbons, and got the barque snug again. A quarter of an hour later the squall began to lose its force, but the rain descended in torrents, and obscured the view of the now agitated ocean to such an extent that the look-outs from aloft could not discern its surface a cable length away. All those on board the barque felt intense anxiety as to whether the mate had succeeded in killing his whale before the squall burst upon him, for they knew that had he not done so he would have been compelled to cut the line and let his prize escape; no boat could live in such a sea as had arisen when "fast" to a sperm whale which was travelling at such a speed, even though fatally wounded and weak from loss of blood.
An hour pa.s.sed, and then, to the joy of all on board, the rain ceased, a faint air came from the westward and blew away the thick clouds of tropic mist which enveloped the ship. Ten miles distant the verdant hills and valleys of Upolu glistened in the sunshine, and then one of the look-outs hailed the deck:
"I can see a boat, Mr. Newman--it is Mr. Brant"s. He has killed his whale, sir."
In an instant the fourth mate was running aloft, but before he had ascended to the fore-top the lookout cried:
"I can see the other three boats now, sir, and they are all "fast,"
too."
A cheer broke from the _Shawnee"s_ hands, and, disregarding for the time all discipline, they sprang aloft one after another to gaze upon the thrilling scene. Three miles away, and plainly discernible in the now clear atmosphere, was the mate"s boat lying alongside the big bull, which had just been killed, and at about the same distance were the boats of the captain and second and third mates, all "fast" to whales, and racing swiftly to windward toward the horizon.
The fourth mate at once came down from aloft and held a hurried consultation with the cooper--an old and experienced whaler. It was evident to them that the three boats had only just succeeded in getting "fast," and that, as darkness was so near, the officers in them would have great difficulty in killing the whales to which they were "fast,"
as the sea was still very lumpy from the violence of the squall. None of the boats were provided with bomb-guns, the use of which would have killed the whales in a very short time; and the wind having again died away it was impossible for the ship to work up to them. Nothing, it was evident, could be done to a.s.sist the three boats, but it was decided to send the one remaining on board the barque to help the mate to tow his whale to the ship before the hordes of sharks, which would be attracted to the carca.s.s by the smell of blood, began to devour it.
The carpenter was at once set to work to make her temporarily water-tight. By this time the sun had set, and only the position of the mate"s boat was made known to the ship by a light displayed by Mr.
Brant.
Standing on the port side of the p.o.o.p, Martin Newman, the fourth mate, was gazing anxiously out into the darkness, hoping to see the other three boats show lights to denote that they had succeeded in killing their fish, and were waiting for a breeze to spring up to enable the barque to sail towards them. Although Newman was the youngest officer on board, he was an experienced one, and the fact that his boat had not been fit to lower with the other four had filled him with sullen rage; for he was of an intensely jealous nature, and would rather have seen the boats return unsuccessful from the chase than that he alone should have missed his chance of killing a fish.
Presently the younger of the two Rodmans, who was his (Newman"s) own boatsteerer, ventured, in the fulness of his anxiety for his shipmates, to step up to the officer and speak:
"Do you think, sir, that the captain and Mr. Ford and Mr. Manning have had to cut their lines?"
The officer made no reply; and could the young boatsteerer have seen the dark, forbidding scowl upon his face, he would never have addressed him at such an unpropitious moment. But imagining that his question had not been heard, the youth repeated it.
Newman turned, and seeing the lad standing in an att.i.tude of expectancy, asked him in savage tones what he was doing there.
"Nothing, sir; I only----"
"I"ll teach you that a man doing nothing doesn"t suit me when I"m in charge of the deck of this ship!" and he struck the boatsteerer a terrific blow in the mouth, which knocked him off the p.o.o.p on to the main deck.
When Ned Rodman came to, he found his head supported by his brother and young Wray, and the rest of the hands on deck standing around him in sympathetic silence. Newman was the most liked of all the officers, and the lad whom he had struck down had been rather a favourite of his, princ.i.p.ally, it was supposed, because the two Rodmans came from the same town as himself; and when the disturbance had arisen with the cooper, and the two brothers had been put in irons, Newman had several times expressed his sorrow to them when he had visited them in their prison.
His sudden outburst of violence to Ned Rodman was therefore a surprise to the men generally; and several of them glanced threateningly at the figure of the fourth mate, who was now striding to and fro on the p.o.o.p, occasionally hailing the look-outs in angry tones, and asking if any more boat-lights were visible.
Gerald Rodman, though no words escaped his lips as he wiped away the blood which welled from a terrible cut on his brother"s temple, had in his eyes a red light of pa.s.sion that boded ill for the fourth mate when the time came. He was five years older than his brother, and, although both were boatsteerers, and had made many cruises in the Pacific, this was the first time they had been shipmates. Unlike Ned, he was a man of a pa.s.sionate and revengeful nature, and the second mate, to whose boat he belonged, had warned the cooper of the _Shawnee_ never to meet Gerald Rodman ash.o.r.e alone.
"He is a man who will never forgive an injury, and I would not care to be in your shoes if he gets you by yourself one day."
And, as a matter of fact, Gerald Rodman had sworn to himself, when he lay in irons, in the sail-locker, to have his revenge upon both the cooper and Captain Lucy, should he ever meet either of them ash.o.r.e at any of the islands the barque was likely to touch at during her cruise.
He was a man of great physical strength, and, for his position, fairly well educated. Both his parents were dead, and he and his brother Ned, and a delicate sister of nineteen, were the sole survivors of a once numerous family. The care of this sister was the one motive that animated the elder brother in his adventurous career; and while his reserved and morose nature seemed incapable of yielding to any tender sentiment or emotion, it yet concealed a wealth of the deepest affection for his weakly sister, of which the younger one had no conception.
And yet, strangely enough, it was to Ned that Nellie Rodman was most attached; it was to _his_ return that she most looked forward, never knowing that it was Gerald"s money alone that maintained the old family home in the quiet little New England village in which her simple life was spent. Little did she think that when money was sent to her by Gerald, saying it came "from Ned and myself," that Ned had never had a dollar to send. For he was too careless and too fond of his own pleasure to ever think of sending her money. "Jerry," he thought, "was a mighty stingy fellow, and never spent a cent on himself--and could easily send Nell all she wanted." And yet Gerald Rodman, knowing his brother"s weak and mercurial nature, and knowing that he took no care in the welfare of any living soul but himself, would have laid his life down for him, because happy, careless Ned had Nellie"s eyes and Nellie"s mouth, and in the tones of his voice he heard hers. So as he sat on the deck, with his brother"s head upon his knees, he swore to "get even" with Martin Newman, as well as with Captain Lucy and cooper Burr, for as he watched the pale face of the lad it seemed to him to grow strangely like that of his far-off sister.
He had just completed sewing up the gaping wound in his brother"s temple, when the cooper came up to the group:
"Here, lay along, you fellows; the carpenter has finished Mr. Newman"s boat, and some of you loafing "soldiers" have to man her and help Mr.
Brant to tow his whale alongside. Leave that man there, and look spry, or you"ll feel mighty sorry."