""I"ll think about that, my man," he answer, licking him lips. And den I know I all safe. "He not kill me if he tink I make good sea-pie," I say to myself; "for black fellow sometimes more cunning dan white buccra--he! he! he!" Peter chuckled. "Where do you come from?" he ask.
""I tell him I carried off and made to serve on board de French ship, and dat I glad to escape from her. Dis not quite true, but I guess it make him more ready to save my life."
""Well," he say, "I happen to want a steward, and if you prove to be what you say you are, and can cook as well as you boast that you can, I"ll take you into my service; but if not, it will be the worse for you."
""He den ask sharply, "What do you take this ship for, boy?""
""Of course, sar, English man-o"-war," I answer--though I know berry well dat not true.
""You haven"t quite hit it, but you"ll be much better off than if she was," he say, tinking me simple lad who no do any mischief. He den shout out to de crew on deck, and tell dem not to harm me. Just den, as I look ober de side, I catch a glimpse of de brig which we were leaving settling down, and in anoder minute de water close ober de mast-heads.
Den I tink I act berry wise in getting on board de pirate. De cappen den send me down into de cabin to look after de tings dere and put it in order, saying dat his oder steward been killed in an action a few days before. We were now, I found, steering to de nor"-west. Two or tree days after dis we take anoder prize, which was robbed ob eberyting ob value on board, and was den treated same as _Les deux Amis_ had been. I was very glad to get off wid my life, but I berry much wish myself out of de ship again, and determined to make my "scape as soon as I hab opportunity.
""De cappen each day ask me when I going to make de sea-pie. I always say, "When I get de fowls, and de turkeys, and de ham, and de oder tings to put in it. But I make you some lobscouse in de mean time," I say.
And so I did; and he and de mates say dey nebber taste such good lobscouse in dere lives. "Ah! not equal to de sea-pie I make some day or oder," I answer; for I know as long as I promise de sea-pie dey not kill me. I only hope in de mean time no man-o"-war get hold ob us; if she did, I should be hung up wid de rest, and de judges not believe I come on board "cause oderwise I drown, and stay only to make a sea-pie.
We soon get near an island, which I guess was one ob de Bahamas from de way de ship was steered, now in one direction, now in anoder, between rocks and sandbanks. De cappen ask me if I know where we were. I say, "I suppose we somewhere on de Spanish Main.""
"All right," he answer; "maybe you"re not much of a navigator?"
""Poor n.i.g.g.e.r like me know berry little "cept how to make sea-pie," I say. He den order me to go below, and soon afterwards I hear de roar ob de breakers, and I know we"d got near the sh.o.r.e. Den de ship sail on and I guess we"d got into a harbour; but she did not come to an anchor, but sail on and on. Den, looking up through the skylight, I see de boughs ob de green trees oberhead, and a high cliff which seem about to topple down on de deck ob de ship. Still we sail on and on, till at last I hear de anchor let go and de cable run out, and when I come on deck I find de ship in a wide lagoon wid several oder vessels and some large boats, and a village ob huts and sheds under de trees on de sh.o.r.e.
I now know dat I was in one ob de old buccaneer hiding-places, and I guess dat de vessels I see were dose de pirates had capture and carry off. When the sails were furled I go up to the cappen and ask if he wish me to go on sh.o.r.e to buy some poultry and vegetables and oder tings I might require for de sea-pie.
""No, no; you stay on board," he answered. "I"ll send off for materials, and we shall then see what you can do."
""I pretend to be well pleased, and tell him all de tings I want. Dat evening plenty of provisions came on board. Dere were--let me see-- b.u.t.ter-birds and whistling ducks, snipe, red-tailed pigeons, turkeys, clucking hens, parrots, and plantation coots; dere was beef and pork and venison, and papaw fruit, squash, and plantains, calavansas, bananas, yams, Indian pepper, ginger, and all sorts ob oder tings. I pick out what I know make de best pie, putting in plenty of pepper--for dat, I guess, would suit de taste ob de genelmen--and den I cover the whole ober wid thick crust. It take de night and the next day to bake, and when it am ready de cappen and his officers, and some friends from de sh.o.r.e, dey all say dat dey nebber eat any pie like it; and I laugh, and say, "I make better one anoder day." Dey all eat till dey could eat no more, and den drink to wash it down till one and all am so drunk dat dey couldn"t lift up dere heads. When I see dis, I say to myself, "Now"s the best time for me to try and be off;" and I put a piece ob de pie into a basket, and a calabash of water, and going on deck I see a small canoe made fast to de side. I drop it under de stern, and den go back into the cabin. Ebery one ob dem am still fast asleep; so I lowered de basket into de canoe from one ob de after-ports, and slip down myself widout making any noise. Cutting de painter, I let de canoe drift away before the breeze, which blew down the lagoon. I hab watch during de day one or two boats coming in, so I know the entrance, and as soon as I get to a distance from de vessels I paddle away as fast as I could. I might hab a long distance to go before daylight, but as it was only just dark dere would be plenty ob time. I expected ebery moment to be ober-hauled by de sentries on de sh.o.r.e, but no one was dere, or, at all events, dey not see me. On I go till I get under de cliffs which I see when de ship come in--den I know I in de right pa.s.sage. Dere was a current, too, by which I judge dat de tide was ebbing. Next I find myself between low banks, for de whole country towards de sea am flat.
At last I hear de waves breaking on de sh.o.r.e--not very loud, though; dat makes me hope dat de water smooth. I soon reach de entrance ob de creek, and safely pa.s.s de bar. I determine to paddle to de southward; I hab water and provisions to last me for a week or more, and before dat time I hope to get aboard an English or French vessel--it matter berry little to me. When morning break I look out astern, but could see no boat or vessel, and I hope I not pursued; as I was well out ob sight ob land, even if I was, de pirates would hab a difficult job to find me.
De sea remain smooth, or my canoe, which was only intended for de lagoon, would hab been swamped. When my pie nearly gone and what remain was scarcely eatable, I see a vessel standing to de westward. De wind was light, and by paddling hard I might reach her. I did paddle, for I no hab a drop ob water in my calabash, and if I miss her I might die ob thirst. On she come, and de breeze freshen. I was coming from de north--she was crossing my course; I shriek and shout--already she nearly pa.s.s me; I stand up in my canoe and wave my paddle--den again I sit down and pull away like mad. Again I stand up and shout wid all my might and wave my paddle. I praise G.o.d, dey see me; de vessel round to, and in a few minutes I alongside. De cappen ask me where I come from.
I tell him I escape from some pirates who would hab cut my throat if I hadn"t known how to make sea-pie, and dat I make one for him as soon as I get opportunity. He laugh, and say dat he believe my story, and dat he gib me a trial. He nebber do so, however, "cause you capture his vessel before I get de necessary materials.--And now, Ma.s.sa Tracy, you know my history."
"From the account Peter gave me, I strongly suspected that the vessel which had captured him was the one which attacked the _Ouzel Galley_, and I wished that we might have an opportunity of looking for her. The captain was, Peter had told me, an Englishman, as were many of the people with him; but there were others of all nations, as well as mulattoes, Sambos, and blacks. The descendants of the buccaneers still inhabit many of the keys on the Bahama bank, and probably the white population living on sh.o.r.e were some of those people, who keep up the customs and habits of their ancestors. I must try and learn more from Peter on the subject, and ascertain exactly where he was picked up by the _Flora_. If so, calculating the distance he had come in the canoe, we might be able to discover the hiding-place of the pirates. We have been some time getting back to Port Royal, and as the _Narcissus_ is just sailing for England, I must close this to send by her. We received some bad news on our arrival; the blacks are actually in rebellion and have committed all sorts of mischief, murdering the whites and all who oppose them in every direction. We"re ordered off to the north coast.
Mr Foley was very anxious to go there, but he is now in a great state of agitation lest any harm should have befallen our friends; and well he may be--indeed, I can"t help feeling very anxious myself. Still, I don"t want you to be frightened, Norah, and I hope all will go well, and that we shall find when we get there that the blacks have not attacked Mr Twigg"s house. With best love to father, and kind regards to Mrs Ma.s.sey and Owen, if he has arrived, as I make no doubt he will have long ago--
"I remain--
"Your affectionate brother--
"Gerald Tracy."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
NORAH"S AND CAPTAIN TRACY"S ANXIETY AT NON-ARRIVAL OF THE OUZEL GALLEY-- HER OWNERS GIVE HER UP AS LOST--THE UNDERWRITERS REFUSE PAYMENT OF INSURANCE--THE MATTER SUBMITTED TO ARBITRATION--CAPTAIN TRACY INVITED TO DUBLIN--HE IS STILL CONVINCED THAT THE OUZEL GALLEY WILL APPEAR--THE ARBITRATORS MEET AT A DINNER TO DISCUSS THE SUBJECT AND AGREE TO AWAIT EVENTS--CAPTAIN TRACY RETURNS HOME--REPORTED LOSS OF THE CHAMPION-- CAPTAIN TRACY RESOLVES TO GO IN SEARCH OF THE OUZEL GALLEY AND CHAMPION--NORAH GETS LEAVE TO GO WITH HIM--THE RESEARCH PURCHASED-- CAPTAIN O"BRIEN GOES TO BRISTOL TO OBTAIN HANDS--A STRANGER BRINGS A MESSAGE FROM A DYING SHIPMATE--A MESSAGE FROM O.M.--FERRIS, TWIGG, AND CASH SUPPLY FUNDS--CAPTAIN O"BRIEN RETURNS, AND SAILS ON BOARD THE RESEARCH.
Interesting as Gerald"s letter was to Norah and her father, it caused them the greatest possible anxiety. Owen had sailed some considerable time before it was written, and he had not yet arrived! Poor Norah scarcely dared ask herself what had happened. Had the _Ouzel Galley_ been overtaken by the hurricane? Gerald at the same time appeared certain that she had escaped it, and if she had, by what cause was she delayed? Had she been captured by the enemy? That was too probable; but, then, Owen would surely have found means of sending a letter to England describing the event. Captain Tracy immediately wrote to the house in Dublin, but they had heard nothing of the ship.
"Oh, father!" exclaimed Norah at length, in a tone which showed her alarm, "can he have fallen into the hands of those terrible pirates of whom Gerald speaks?"
"The _Ouzel Galley_ was too well manned, and, I may venture to say, would have been too well handled and fought, to yield to a rascally buccaneering craft," answered Captain Tracy. "No, no, Norah, don"t let that thought trouble you; she may have been dismasted in a gale of wind--no skill can at all times prevent such an accident--or she may have met with long calms in the tropics and contrary winds afterwards.
Wait a bit, cushla machree, and she"ll come in some fine morning when we least expect her."
Still the old captain himself was sadly troubled about the matter.
Norah could with difficulty keep up her spirits, though she tried to do so for her father"s sake and for that of Mrs Ma.s.sey, to whom she endeavoured not to communicate her own alarm; but the poor mother had begun to feel as anxious as she was, and every time Norah went to see her, her first utterance was, "No news of Owen yet?" Then she would sigh, and the tears would trickle down her pale cheeks. The captain paid daily visits to Waterford, carefully examining the public papers to ascertain if anything had been heard of the _Ouzel Galley_; but week after week and month after month went by, yet nothing was heard of her.
Captain Tracy again wrote to Ferris, Twigg, and Cash; in their answer they said that, having waited so long a time without hearing of her, they considered her lost, and were about to apply to the underwriters to pay over the amount of her insurance. Captain Tracy, who, though holding the firm in great respect, was nevertheless always free and outspoken, replied that he did not consider the vessel as lost, and that she might even now some day appear. He had expressed himself in a similar manner to one of the underwriters, who was then at Waterford; and when the firm applied for payment, that gentleman declined acceding to their demand till they could produce evidence of the loss of the vessel. Ferris, Twigg, and Cash became indignant, and talked of inst.i.tuting law proceedings. On this, Mr Thompson, one of the underwriters, entreated them to desist, and proposed that the matter should be placed in the hands of arbitrators. Mr Twigg and Mr Cash agreed accordingly to postpone proceedings till they could hear from their princ.i.p.al partner, Mr Ferris, who was still in Jamaica; and finally consented, subject to his approval, to submit the matter to arbitration.
"Then let us forthwith proceed to select a dozen good men and true between us--you shall choose six and we"ll choose six, and we"ll bind ourselves to abide by the decision to which they may come," said Mr Thompson. As it was considered in Ireland, as well as across the Channel, that a good dinner enjoyed by sensible people produces good feeling and good fellowship, it was agreed by the contending parties that they should invite the twelve arbitrators and lay the matter of the supposed loss of the _Ouzel Galley_ before them on that occasion. As Captain Tracy was rightly considered to be able to offer an enlightened opinion on the subject, he was requested to come up to Dublin to afford them all the information he possessed. Though he hated the land journey, and looked upon it as a more dangerous adventure than he would a voyage round the world, he could not refuse to comply with their request. He therefore arranged to leave Norah with Mrs Ma.s.sey, to whom, though her own heart was well-nigh broken, she could afford comfort and sympathy during his absence. Packing up his valise, girding his sword to his side, and sticking a brace of pistols in his belt under his cloak, he set off by the stage, fully expecting to have to fight his way through half a score of highwaymen and footpads at the least.
Still, thinking it possible that the _Ouzel Galley_ might arrive, he sent a boat down the harbour the evening before his departure, which returned only just as he was about to start with the information that no _Ouzel Galley_ was in sight.
Notwithstanding his expectation of being attacked by Rapparees or other robbers, he reached Dublin in safety, and was welcomed by Mr Twigg, who took him to his own house that they might discuss together the subject in hand.
"A sad affair this, the loss of our good ship. We expected to realise a fine percentage by her cargo, and now we not only lose that, but our friends refuse to pay the insurance," observed the merchant. "You surely, Captain Tracy, must be convinced that she went down in the hurricane, or has been captured and destroyed by the enemy."
"I am not at all convinced of either one or the other," answered Captain Tracy, bluntly. "She was, or, I may venture to say, she is, as stout-built a ship ever floated, and I hold to the opinion that she would not have foundered while any other craft could keep above water.
I hear, indeed, that two or three vessels which were caught in that same hurricane, though severely damaged, got at last safely into port. Mr Ferris wrote word, as you are aware, sir, that, after a thorough examination of the coast, no signs were discovered of her having been driven on sh.o.r.e, as all the vessels wrecked were identified and she was not among them. If she had been captured by the enemy, her master, Owen Ma.s.sey, would have found means to communicate with us and let us know that he and his people were prisoners. By a letter from my son, I hear that there are still some picarooning villains infesting those seas, but they generally attack smaller fry than the _Ouzel Galley_. She was, as you are aware, well armed and well manned, and I can answer for it that Owen Ma.s.sey would not have been taken by surprise, and would have beaten off in a fair fight any such craft, as he would any privateer of equal or, I may venture to say, of considerably superior force. His orders were to avoid fighting if he could do so with due regard to his safety-- and I never knew him disobey orders from the time he first came to sea with me."
"Then, from what you say, Captain Tracy, your opinion is opposed to the interests of the firm," observed Mr Twigg, in a tone which showed that he was somewhat annoyed.
"I express the opinion I hold, sir, and you never found Gerald Tracy say or do anything contrary to the interests of his employers," answered the captain firmly. "What you want to obtain, sir, is a rightful decision; and my belief and hope is that, if the insurance money were paid to you, you would have to refund it."
"You only say what is true, captain, and you will pardon me for my remark," exclaimed the merchant, who was really an upright and generous-hearted man. "Nothing would give me greater satisfaction than to see the _Ouzel Galley_ coming in under charge of her young master, with or without her cargo, however much thereby Ferris, Twigg, and Cash might be out of pocket. We"ll now go and join our friends--and I beg you to believe that nothing you may say will alter the respect in which I hold you."
The matter on which the party had been a.s.sembled was soon discussed.
Some were of opinion that the _Ouzel Galley_ had been lost; others, that she had been captured; while several held with Captain Tracy that she was still afloat, perhaps dismasted or waterlogged, but that she would in time find her way home. One fact was certain, that she had not yet made her appearance, and that nothing had been heard of her since she was seen off Bellevue on the morning of the hurricane. The important point decided was that the two parties should on no account go to law, and that they should wait a further decision till efforts had been made to discover the fate of the missing ship, should she not in the mean time return to port. Mr Ferris was informed that she had not yet arrived, and was requested to take all the steps he could devise for discovering what had become of her. Among others, he was to apply to the admiral to ascertain if any British cruisers had seen or heard of such a vessel in distress, while notice was to be sent on board every merchantman begging the master to make inquiries concerning her, or to afford any information he might already have obtained.
Captain Tracy, having concluded all the business he had to transact in Dublin, went back to Waterford. What a blessed thing is hope! Poor Norah and the widow were still supported by the expectation of the _Ouzel Galley"s_ return, even although every one else in Waterford believed that she was long since at the bottom of the ocean. Day after day and week after week went by, and still the _Ouzel Galley_ did not appear. Norah"s cheek was becoming thinner and paler, and the widow"s heart sadder and sadder. It seemed hard indeed to lose her only child; but she trusted in G.o.d. She knew that He orders all for the best, and not once did she allow her heart to entertain rebellious thoughts against His love and mercy. Anxiously did the captain and Norah look out for letters from Jamaica; they hoped that Gerald would send them information. At all events, it would be a satisfaction to hear from him; but since his last long letter, none arrived. News was received from other sources of a fearful insurrection in the island, but Norah got no letters from Ellen, and hearing that numerous white people had fallen victims, she began seriously to fear that her friend might be among them. The captain wrote to Dublin, but the house there had not heard from Mr Ferris. At length another report came which added much to their anxiety, and if found to be true must plunge them into deep grief. It was to the effect that his Majesty"s ship _Champion_, having sailed from Jamaica on a cruise, had not since been heard of.
"She"ll turn up," exclaimed the captain, when he brought home the intelligence, which it would be useless to attempt concealing from Norah. The news appeared in print in the public papers, and an opinion was expressed that she had not been captured by the enemy, it being thought more likely that she had been capsized in a squall and gone down, or run during a dark night on one of the numerous reefs in the seas she was navigating and been dashed to pieces before any of her people could escape.
"I won"t believe it, any more than I"ll believe that the _Ouzel Galley_ is lost," exclaimed the captain. "Don"t give way, Norah. These newspapers tell lies; they"re published for no other object. I shouldn"t be surprised if we hear that the _Champion_ has never been missing, and that the admiral has sent her on some particular service; probably the next packet from Jamaica will give us an account of her return to Port Royal."
Still poor Norah could not restrain her tears. "I don"t believe that she"s lost, Norah. Don"t, now!" repeated her father. The captain, indeed, did his best to comfort her, but it was a hard matter for him; especially as he himself, notwithstanding his bold a.s.sertions, knew how likely it was that the sloop of war had really been lost. His honest heart was racked with grief as he thought that the days of his gallant young son had been cut short. Fresh despatches arrived from Jamaica, detailing the capture of several of the enemy"s ships, the return to port of various British cruisers, and the arrival of merchantmen; but not a word was said about the _Champion_. Further despatches arrived, which appeared in the public prints. A short paragraph alone mentioned that all hope of her safety had been given up, while another spoke somewhat pityingly of the vain notion entertained by a former commander of a well-known Jamaica trader, the _Ouzel Galley_, that that vessel was still in existence. "Indeed," it continued, "go certain it is that she must be lost, that the masters and pilots of the vessels trading in those seas have ceased to make inquiries about her."
"I hold to my opinion, notwithstanding," exclaimed the captain; "if others refuse to help in looking for the good ship, I"ll go myself.
There"s an old proverb that the man who wants a thing goes for it himself, and I"ll not believe that either Owen or Gerald are lost till I"ve had a thorough hunt for them. I"ve cash enough of my own to fit out a stout vessel, and to arm and man her too. I intended it for you, Norah, and Gerald, but there"ll be sufficient left for what you may want, my poor child, even if it comes to the worst; and you must stay at home and take care of Widow Ma.s.sey--you"ve need to comfort each other."
"No, father, if you go I will go; and go I hope you will," said Norah.
"Would that you had ten times as much fortune to fit out as many vessels to search round the sh.o.r.es of the whole Atlantic. And, father, you"ll take me with you? I must go; I should die with anxiety were I to remain behind. In the voyage I took with you I learnt all about a sea life. I know the various dangers I may have to go through, but I don"t fear them; I am ready to endure whatever perils you may be exposed to, and I"ll not flinch from them."
Thus Norah argued with her father.
"But Mrs Ma.s.sey--what will she do without you?" he asked.
"She would not detain me. Am not I going to a.s.sist in the search for her son, as well as in that for Gerald?" answered Norah. "Were I Owen Ma.s.sey"s younger brother, she would not hesitate to send me; she will not do so now. She has too long lived a life of solitude to object to being left for a few short months, especially when she can hope that Owen may be found."
Norah had gained her point. The old captain was really thankful to have her society, and so often had he braved the dangers of the sea that he no longer feared them for his daughter. Firm as the captain was in his opinion, few others agreed with him; and when it was known that he was looking out for a ship, most of his acquaintance pitied him, and whispered that the loss of his son had turned his head. Still, nothing any one could say changed his resolution; indeed, there was something grand in his very obstinacy, and worthy of admiration. The only person who stuck to him was Captain O"Brien.
"If I were a younger man, faith, I"d be after going out as mate,"
exclaimed the brave old captain. "Whether the lads are alive or dead, the point will be settled, and I am fain to believe that they are still alive. If I can"t go myself, I"ll prove my faith in the undertaking by subscribing five hundred pounds towards it. The sooner you get the ship fitted out and put to sea, the better it will be for my friend Norah--of that I"m very sure."