Of what use was it that Slagg told him the Great Eastern was 692 feet long by 83 feet broad, and 70 feet deep? If he had said yards instead of feet it would have been equally instructive to Robin in his then mentally lost condition. Neither was it of the slightest use to be told that the weight of the big ship"s cargo, including cable, tanks, and coals, was 21,000 tons.
But reason began to glimmer again when Slagg told him that the two largest vessels afloat could not contain, in a convenient position for pa.s.sing out, the 2700 miles then coiled in the three tanks of the Great Eastern.
"This is the main tank," said Slagg, leading his friend to a small platform that hung over a black and apparently unfathomable gulf.
"I see nothing at all," said Robin, stretching his head cautiously forward and gazing down into darkness profound, while he held on tight to a rail. "How curious!--when I look down everything in this wonderful ship seems to have no bottom, and when I look up, nothing appears to have any top, while, if I look backward or forward things seem to have no end! Ah! I see something now. Coming in from the light prevented me at first. Why, it"s like a huge circus!"
"Yes, it on"y wants hosses an" clowns to make it all complete," said Slagg. "Now, that tank is 58 feet 6 inches in diameter, and 20 feet 6 inches deep, an" holds close upon 900 miles of cable. There are two other tanks not much smaller, all choke-full. An" the queer thing is, that they can telegraph through all its length _now_, at this moment as it lies there,--an" they are doing so continually to make sure that all"s right."
"Oh! I understand _that_," said Robin quickly; "I have read all about the laying of the first cable in 1858. It is the _appearance_ of things in this great ship that confounds me."
"Come along then, and I"ll confound you a little more," said Slagg.
He accordingly led his friend from one part of the ship to another, explaining and commenting as he went, and certainly Robin"s wonder did not decrease.
From the grand saloon--which was like a palatial drawing-room, in size as well as in gorgeous furniture--to the mighty cranks and boilers of its engines, everything in and about the ship was calculated to amaze.
As Slagg justly remarked, "It was stunnin"."
When our hero was saturated with the "Big Ship" till he could hold no more, his friend took him back to his berth, and left him there for a time to his meditations.
Returning soon after, he sat down on a looker.
"I say, Robin Wright," he began, thrusting his hands into his trousers-pockets, "it looks a"most as if I had smuggled you aboard of this ship like a stowaway. n.o.body seems to know you are here, an"
what"s more, n.o.body seems to care. Your partikler owner ain"t turned up yet, an" it"s my opinion he won"t turn up to-night, so I"ve spoke to the stooard--he"s _my_ owner, you know--an" he says you"d better just turn into my berth to-night, an" you"ll get showed into your own to-morrow."
"But where will _you_ sleep?" asked Robin, with some hesitation.
"Never you mind that, my young electrician. That"s _my_ business. What you"ve got to do is to turn in."
Jeff and another lad, who were preparing to retire for the night at the time, laughed at this, but Robin paid no attention, thanked his friend, and said that as he was rather tired he would accept his kind offer.
Thereafter, pulling out the small Bible which he had kept in his pocket since leaving home, he went into a corner, read a few verses, and then knelt down to pray.
The surprise of the other lads was expressed in their eyes, but they said nothing.
Just then the door opened, and the lad named Stumps entered. Catching sight of Robin on his knees he opened his eyes wide, pursed his mouth, and gave a low whistle. Then he went up to Robin and gave him a slight kick. Supposing that it was an accident, Robin did not move, but on receiving another and much more decided kick, he rose and turned round.
At the same moment Stumps received a resounding and totally unexpected slap on the cheek from Jim Slagg, who planted himself before him with clenched fists and flashing eyes.
"What d"ye mean by interferin" wi" _my_, friend at his dewotions, you monkey-faced polypus?" he demanded fiercely.
The monkey-faced polypus replied not a word, but delivered a right-hander that might have felled a small horse. Jim Slagg however was prepared for that. He turned his head neatly to one side so as to let the blow pa.s.s, and at the same moment planted his knuckles on the bridge of his opponent"s nose and sent him headlong into Jeff"s bunk, which lay conveniently behind. Jumping furiously out of that, and skinning his shins in the act, Stumps rushed at Slagg, who, leaping lightly aside, tripped him up and gave him a smack on the left ear as he pa.s.sed, by way of keeping him lively.
Unsubdued by this, Stumps gathered himself up and made a blind rush at his adversary, but was abruptly stopped by what Jeff called a "dab on the nose." Repeating the rush, Stumps was staggered by a plunging blow on the forehead, and he paused to breathe, gazing the while at his foe, who, though a smaller youth than himself, was quite as strong.
"If you"ve had enough, monkey-face," said Slagg, with a bland smile, "don"t hesitate to say so, an" I"ll shake hands; but if you"d prefer a little more before goin" to bed, just let me know, and--"
Slagg here performed some neat and highly suggestive motions with his fists by way of finishing the sentence.
Evidently Stumps wanted more, for, after a brief pause, he again rushed at Slagg, who, stepping aside like a Spanish matador, allowed his foe to expend his wrath on the bulkhead of the cabin.
"You"ll go through it next time, Stumps, if you plunge like that," said Jeff, who had watched the fight with lively interest, and had encouraged the combatants with sundry marks of applause, besides giving them much gratuitous advice.
Regardless alike of encouragement and advice, the angry youth turned round once more and received a buffet that sent him sprawling on the table, off which he fell and rolled under it. There he lay and panted.
"Now, my sweet polypus," said the victor, going down on one knee and patting the vanquished on his shoulder, "next time you feels tempted to kick a gentleman--specially a electrician--at his dewotions, think of Jim Slagg an" restrain yourself. I bear you no ill-will however--so, good-night."
Saying this, Robin"s champion left the room and Stumps retired to his berth growling.
Before pa.s.sing from the subject, we may add that, the next night, Robin--whose owner was still absent--was again hospitably invited to share the cabin of his friend and protector. When about to retire to rest he considered whether it was advisable to risk the repet.i.tion of the scene of the previous, night, and, although not quite easy in his conscience about it, came to the conclusion that it would be well to say his prayers in bed. Accordingly, he crept quietly into his berth and lay down, but Jim Slagg, who was present, no sooner saw what he was about than he jumped up with a roar of indignation.
"What are you about?" he cried, "ain"t you goin" to say your prayers, you white-livered electrician? Come, git up! If _I"m_ to fight, _you_ must pray! D"ye hear? Turn out, I say."
With that he seized Robin, dragged him out of bed, thrust him on his knees, and bade him "do his dooty."
At first Robin"s spirit rose in rebellion, but a sense of shame at his moral cowardice, and a perception of the justice of his friend"s remark, subdued him. He did pray forthwith, though what the nature of his prayer was we have never been able to ascertain, and do not care to guess. The lesson, however, was not lost. From that date forward Robin Wright was no longer ashamed or afraid to be seen in the att.i.tude of prayer.
CHAPTER EIGHT.
LAYING THE CABLE--"FAULTS" AND FAULT-FINDING--ANXIETIES, ACCIDENTS, AND OTHER MATTERS.
Come with us now, good reader, to another and very different scene--out upon the boundless sea. The great Atlantic is asleep, but his breast heaves gently and slowly like that of a profound sleeper.
The Great Eastern looks like an island on the water--steady as a rock, obedient only to the rise and fall of the ocean swell, as she glides along at the rate of six knots an hour. All is going well. The complicated-looking paying-out machinery revolves smoothly; the thread-like cable pa.s.ses over the stern, and down into the deep with the utmost regularity.
The sh.o.r.e-end of the cable--twenty-seven miles in length, and much thicker than the deep-sea portion--had been laid at Valentia, on the 22nd of July, amid prayer and praise, speech-making, and much enthusiasm, on the part of operators and spectators. On the 23rd, the end of the sh.o.r.e cable was spliced to that of the main cable, and the voyage had begun.
The first night had pa.s.sed quietly, and upwards of eighty miles of the cable had gone out of the after-tank, over the big ship"s stern, and down to its ocean-bed, when Robin Wright--unable to sleep--quietly slipped into his clothes, and went on deck. It was drawing near to dawn. A knot of electricians and others were chatting in subdued tones about the one subject that filled the minds of all in the ship.
"What! unable to sleep, like the rest of us?" said Ebenezer Smith, accosting Robin as he reached the deck.
"Yes, sir," said Robin, with a sleepy smile, "I"ve been thinking of the cable so much that I took to dreaming about it when I fell asleep, and it suddenly turned into the great sea-serpent, and choked me to such an extent that I awoke, and then thought it better to get up and have a look at it."
"Ah! my boy, you are not the only one whom the cable won"t let sleep.
It will be well looked after during the voyage, for there are two sets of electricians aboard--all of them uncommonly wide awake--one set representing the Telegraph Construction and Maintenance Company, under Monsieur de Sauty; the other set representing the Atlantic Telegraph Company, under Mr Varley and Professor Thomson. The former are to test the electrical state of the cable, and to keep up signals with the sh.o.r.e every hour, night and day, during the voyage, while the latter are to watch and report as to whether the cable fulfils her conditions, as specified in the contract. So you see the smallest fault or hitch will be observed at once."
"Do you mean, sir," asked Robin in surprise, "that telegraphing with the sh.o.r.e is to be kept up continually _all_ the voyage!"
"Yes, my boy, I do," answered Smith. "The lengths of the cable in the three tanks are joined up into one length, and telegraphing--for the purpose of testing it--has been kept up with the sh.o.r.e without intermission from the moment we left Ireland, and began to pay out. It will be continued, if all goes well, until we land the other and in Newfoundland. The tests are threefold,--first, for insulation, which, as you know, means the soundness and perfection of the gutta-percha covering that prevents the electricity from escaping from the wires, through the sea, into the earth; secondly, for continuity, or the unbroken condition of the conductor or copper core throughout its whole length; and, thirdly, to determine the resistance of the conductor, by which is meant its objection to carry our messages without vigorous application of the spur in the form of increased electrical power in our batteries. You see, Robin, every message sent to us from the sh.o.r.e, as well as every message sent by us in reply, has to travel through the entire length of the cable, namely about 2400 miles, and as every mile of distance increases this unwillingness, or resistance, we have to increase the electrical power in the batteries, in proportion to the distance to which we want to send our message. D"you understand?"
"I think I do, sir; but _how_ is the exact amount of resistance tested?"
Mr Smith smiled as he looked at the earnest face of his young questioner.
"My boy," said he, "you would require a more fully educated mind to understand the answer to that question. The subtleties of electrical science cannot be explained in a brief conversation. You"ll have to study and apply to books for full light on that subject. Nevertheless, although I cannot carry you _into_ the subject just now, I can tell you something _about_ it. You remember the testing-room which I showed you yesterday--the darkened room between the captain"s state-room and the entrance to the grand saloon?"
"Yes, sir, I remember it well," responded Robin,--"the room into which the conducting-wires from the ends of the cable are led to the testing-tables, on which are the curious-looking galvanometers and other testing machines."