"The number of living creatures of all orders, whose existence entirely depends on the kelp, is wonderful. A great volume might be written describing the inhabitants of one of these beds of seaweed. Almost all the leaves, excepting those that float on the surface, are so thickly encrusted with corallines as to be of a white colour. We find exquisitely delicate structures, some inhabited by simple hydra-like polyps, others by more organised kinds. On the leaves, also, various sh.e.l.ls, uncovered molluscs, and bivalves are attached. Innumerable Crustacea frequent every part of the plant. On shaking the great entangled roots, a pile of small fish-sh.e.l.ls, cuttle-fish, crabs of all orders, sea-eggs, star-fish, sea-cuc.u.mbers, and crawling sea-centipedes of a mult.i.tude of forms, all fall out together. Often as I recurred to the kelp, I never failed to discover animals of new and curious structures... I can only compare these great aquatic forests of the Southern Hemisphere with the terrestrial ones of the inter-tropical regions. Yet, if in any country a forest were destroyed, I do not believe so many species of animals would perish as would here from the destruction of the kelp. Amidst the leaves of this plant numerous species of fish live, which nowhere else could find food or shelter; with their destruction, the many cormorants and other fishing-birds, the otters, seals, and porpoises, would perish also; and lastly, the Fuegian savage, the miserable lord of this miserable land, would redouble his cannibal feats, decrease in numbers, and perhaps cease to exist."
While still watching the birds at their game of grab, the spectators observe that the kelp-bed has become darker in certain places, as though from the weeds being piled up in swathes.
"It"s lowering to ebb-tide," remarks Captain Gancy, in reply to an interrogation from his wife, "and the rocks are awash. They"ll soon be above water, I take it."
"Jest so, Captain," a.s.sents Seagriff; "but tain"t the weeds that"s makin" those black spots. They"re movin" about--don"t you see?"
The skipper now observes, as do all the others, a number of odd-looking animals, large-headed, and with long slender bodies, to all appearance covered with a coat of dark brown wool, crawling and floundering about among the kelp, in constantly increasing numbers. Each new ledge of reef, as it rises to the surface, becomes crowded with them, while hundreds of others disport themselves in the pools between.
"Fur-seals they are," [Note 3] p.r.o.nounces Seagriff, his eyes fixed upon them as eagerly as were those of Tantalus on the forbidden water, "an"
every skin of "em worth a mint o" money. Bad luck!" he continues, in a tone of spiteful vexation. "A mine o" wealth, an" no chance to work it!
Ef we only had the ship by us now, we could put a good thousan"
dollars" worth o" thar pelts into it. Jest see how they swarm out yonder! An" tame as pet tabby cats! There"s enough of "em to supply seal-skin jackets fur nigh all the women o" New York!"
No one makes rejoinder to the old sealer"s regretful rhapsody. The situation is too grave for them to be thinking of gain by the capture of fur-seals, even though it should prove "a mine of wealth," as Seagriff called it. Of what value is wealth to them while their very lives are in jeopardy? They were rejoiced when they first set foot on land; but time is pa.s.sing; they have in part recovered from their fatigue, and the dark, doubtful future is once more uppermost in their minds. They cannot stay for ever on the isle--indeed, they may not be able to remain many days on it, owing to the exhaustion of their limited stock of provisions, if for no other reason. Even could they subsist on penguins" flesh and tussac-stalks, the young birds, already well feathered, will ere long disappear, while the tender shoots of the gra.s.s, growing tougher as it ripens, will in time become altogether uneatable.
No; they cannot abide there, and must go elsewhere. But whither? That is the all-absorbing question. Ever since they landed the sky has been overcast, and the distant mainland is barely visible through a misty vapour spread over the sea between. All the better for that, Seagriff has been thinking hitherto, with the Fuegians in his mind.
"It"ll hinder "em seein" the smoke of our fire," he said; "the which mout draw "em on us."
But he has now less fear of this, seeing that which tells him that the isle is never visited by the savages.
"They hain"t been on it fur years, anyhow," he says, rea.s.suring the Captain, who has again taken him aside to talk over the ticklish matter.
"I"m sartin they hain"t."
"What makes you certain?" questions the other.
"Them "ere--both of "em," nodding first toward the fur-seals and then toward the penguins. "If the Feweegins dar" fetch thar craft so fur out seaward, neither o" them ud be so plentiful nor yit so tame. Both sort o" critters air jest what they sets most store by--yieldin" "em not only thar vittels, but sech scant kiver as they"re "customed to w"ar. No, Capting, the savagers hain"t been out hyar, an" ain"t a-goin" to be.
An" I weesh, now," he continues, glancing up to the sky, "I weesh "t wud brighten a bit. Wi" thet fog hidin" the hills over yonder, "tain"t possybul to gie a guess az to whar we air. Ef it ud lift, I mout be able to make out some o" the landmarks. Let"s hope we may hev a cl"ar sky the morrer, an" a glimp" o" the sun to boot."
"Ay, let us hope that," rejoins the skipper, "and pray for it, as we shall."
The promise is made in all seriousness, Captain Gancy being a religious man. So, on retiring to rest on their shake-down couches of tussac-gra.s.s, he summons the little party around him and offers up a prayer for their deliverance from their present danger, not forgetting those in the pinnace; no doubt the first Christian devotion ever heard ascending over that lone desert isle.
Note 1. It is the soft, crisp, inner part of the stem, just above the root, that is chiefly eaten. Horses and cattle are very fond of the tussac-gra.s.s, and in the Falkland Islands feed upon it. It is said, however, that there it is threatened with extirpation, on account of these animals browsing it too closely. It has been introduced with success into the Hebrides and Orkney Islands, where the conditions of its existence are favourable--a peaty soil, exposed to winds loaded with sea spray.
Note 2. _Cathartes jota_. Closely allied to the "turkey-buzzard" of the United States.
Note 3. _Otaria Falklandica_. There are several distinct species of "otary," or "fur-seal"; those of the Falkland Islands and Tierra del Fuego being different from the fur-seals of northern lat.i.tudes.
CHAPTER EIGHT.
A FLURRY WITH FUR-SEALS.
As if Captain Gancy"s pet.i.tion had been heard by the All-Merciful, and is about to have favourable response, the next morning breaks clear and calm; the fog all gone, and the sky blue, with a bright sun shining in it--rarest of sights in the cloudlands of Tierra del Fuego. All are cheered by it, and, with reviving hope, eat breakfast in better spirits, a fervent grace preceding.
They do not linger over the repast, as the skipper and Seagriff are impatient to ascend to the summit of the isle, the latter in hopes of making out some remembered landmark. The place where they have put in is on its west side, and the high ground interposed hinders their view to the eastward, while all seen north and south is unknown to the old carpenter.
They are about starting off, when Mrs Gancy says interrogatively, "Why shouldn"t we go too?"--meaning herself and Leoline, as the daughter is prettily named.
"Yes, papa," urges the young girl; "you"ll take us with you, won"t you?"
With a glance up the hill, to see whether the climb be not too difficult, he answers, "Certainly, dear; I"ve no objection. Indeed, the exercise may do you both good, after being so long shut up on board ship."
"It would do us all good," thinks Henry Chester, for a certain reason wishing to be of the party, that reason, as a child might see, being Leoline. He does not speak his wish, however, backwardness forbidding, but is well pleased at hearing her brother, who is without bar of this kind, cry out, "Yes, father. And the other pair of us, Harry and myself, would like to go too. Neither of us have got our land legs yet, as we found yesterday while fighting the penguins. A little mountaineering will help to put the steady into them."
"Oh, very well," a.s.sents the good-natured skipper. "You may all come-- except Caesar. He had better stay by the boat, and keep the fire burning."
"Jess so, Ma.s.sa Cap"n, an" much obleeged to ye. Dis chile perfur stayin". Golly! I doan" want to tire myse"f to deff a-draggin" up dat ar pressypus. "Sides, I hab got ter look out for de dinner, "gainst yer gettin" back."
"The doctor" [The popular sea-name for a ship"s cook] speaks the truth in saying he does not wish to accompany them, being one of the laziest mortals that ever sat roasting himself beside a galley fire. So, without further parley, they set forth, leaving him by the boat.
At first they find the uphill slope gentle and easy, their path leading through hummocks of tall tussac, whose tops rise above their heads, and the flower-scapes many feet higher. Their chief difficulty is the spongy nature of the soil, in which they sink at times ankle-deep. But farther up it is drier and firmer, the lofty tussac giving place to gra.s.s of humbler stature; in fact, a sward so short, that the ground appears as though freshly mown. Here the climbers catch sight of a number of moving creatures, which they might easily mistake for quadrupeds. Hundreds of them are running to and fro like rabbits in a warren, and quite as fast. Yet they are really birds, penguins of the same species which supplied so considerable a part of their yesterday"s dinner and to-day"s breakfast. The strangest thing of all is that these Protean creatures, which seem fitted only for an aquatic existence, should be so much at home on land, so ably using their queer wings as subst.i.tutes for legs that they can run up or down high and precipitous slopes with the swiftness of a hare.
From the experience of yesterday, Ned and Harry might antic.i.p.ate attack by the penguins. But that experience has taught the birds a lesson, which they now profit by, scuttling off, frightened at the sight of the murderous invaders, who have made such havoc among them and their nestlings.
On the drier upland still another curious bird is encountered, singular in its mode of breeding and other habits. A petrel it is, about the size of a house pigeon, and of a slate-blue colour. This bird, instead of laying its eggs, like the penguin, on the surface of the ground, deposits them, like the sand-martin and burrowing owl, at the bottom of a burrow. Part of the ground over which the climbers have to pa.s.s is honeycombed with these holes, and they see the petrels pa.s.sing in and out; Seagriff, meanwhile, imparting a curious item of information about them. It is that the Fuegians capture these birds by tying a string to the legs of certain small birds, and force them into the petrels" nests, whereupon the rightful owners, attacking and following the intruders as they are jerked out by the cunning decoyers, are themselves captured.
Continuing upward, the slope is found to be steeper, and more difficult than was expected. What from below seemed a gentle acclivity turns out to be almost a precipice--a very common illusion with those unaccustomed to mountain climbing. But they are not daunted--every one of the men has stood on the main truck of a tempest-tossed ship. What to this were even the scaling of a cliff? The ladies, too, have little fear, and will not consent to stay below, but insist on being taken to the very summit.
The last stage proves the most difficult. The only practicable path is up a sort of gorge, rough-sided, but with the bottom smooth and slippery as ice. It is gra.s.s-grown all over, but the gra.s.s is beaten close to the surface, as if schoolboys had been "coasting" down it. All except Seagriff suppose it to be the work of the penguins--he knows better what has done it. Not birds, but beasts, or "fish," as he would call them-- the _amphibia_ in the chasing, killing, and skinning of which he has spent many years of his life. Even with his eyes shut he could have told it was they, by a peculiar odour unpleasant to others, though not to him. To his olfactories it is the perfume of Araby.
"Them fur-seals hev been up hyar," he says, glancing up the gorge.
"They kin climb like cats, spite o" thar lubberly look, and they delight in baskin" on high ground. I"ve know"d "em to go up a hill steeper an"
higher "n this. They"ve made it as smooth as ice, and we"ll hev to hold on keerfully. I guess ye"d better all stay hyar till I give it a trial."
"Oh, it"s nothing, Chips," says young Gancy, "we can easily swarm up."
He would willingly take the lead himself, but is lending a hand to his mother; while, in like manner, Henry Chester is entrusted with the care of Leoline--a duty he would be loth to transfer to another.
The older sealer makes no more delay, but, leaning forward and clutching the gra.s.s, draws himself up the steep slope. In the same way the Captain follows; then Ned, carefully a.s.sisting his mother; and lastly, but with no less alacrity, the young Englishman helping Leoline.
Seagriff, still vigorous--for he has not much pa.s.sed manhood"s prime-- and unhampered, reaches the head of the gorge long before the others.
But as soon as his eyes are above it, and he has a view of the summit level, he sees there something to astonish him: the whole surface, nearly an acre in extent, is covered with fur-seals, lying close together like pigs in a stye.
This sight, under other circ.u.mstances, he would have hailed with a shout of joy; but now it elicits from him a cry of apprehension, for the seals have taken the alarm, too, and are coming on in a rush toward the ravine, knowing that it is their only way to the water.
"Thunder an" airthquakes!" he exclaims, in highest pitch of voice.
"Look out thar, below!"
They do look out, or rather up, and with no little alarm. But the cause of it none can as yet tell. But they see Seagriff spring to one side of the gorge and catch hold of a rock to steady himself, while he shouts to them to do the same. Of course, they obey; but they barely have time to get out of the ravine"s bed before a stream, a torrent, a very cataract of living forms comes pouring down it--very monsters in appearance, all open-mouthed, and each mouth showing a double row of glittering teeth.
A weird, fear-inspiring procession it is, as they go floundering past, crowding one another, snapping, snorting, and barking, like so many mastiffs!