It was a lovely night; the sea was now smooth as gla.s.s, and not a breath of air moved in the heavens; the sail of the raft hung listless down the mast, and was reflected upon the calm surface by the brilliancy of the starry night alone. It was a night for contemplation--for examination of oneself, and adoration of the Deity; and here, on"s frail raft, were huddled together more than forty beings, ready for combat, for murder, and for spoil. Each party pretended to repose; yet each were quietly watching the motions of the other, with their hands upon their weapons.
The signal was to be given by Philip: it was, to let go the halyards of the yard, so that the sail should fall down upon a portion of the other party, and entangle them. By Philip"s directions, Schriften had taken the helm, and Krantz remained by his side.
The yard and sail fell clattering down, and then the work of death commenced; there was no parley, no suspense; each man started upon his feet and raised his sword. The voices of Philip and of Krantz alone were heard, and Philip"s sword did its work. He was nerved to his revenge, and never could be satiated as long as one remained who had sacrificed his Amine. As Philip had expected, many had been covered up and entangled by the falling of the sail, and their work was thereby made easier.
Some fell where they stood: others reeled back, and sunk down under the smooth water; others were pierced as they floundered under the canvas.
In a few minutes the work of carnage was complete. Schriften meanwhile looked on, and ever and anon gave vent to his chuckling laugh--his demoniacal "he! he!"
The strife was over, and Philip stood against the mast to recover his breath. "So far art thou revenged, my Amine," thought he; "but, oh!
what are these paltry lives compared to thine?" And now that his revenge was satiated, and he could do no more, be covered his face up in his hands, and wept bitterly, while those who had a.s.sisted him were already collecting the money of the slain for distribution. These men, when they found that three only of their side had fallen lamented that there had not been more, as their own shares of the dollars would have been increased.
There were now but thirteen men besides Philip, Krantz, and Schriften, left upon the raft. As the day dawned, the breeze again sprung up, and they shared out the portions of water, which would have been the allowance of their companions who had fallen. Hunger they felt not; but the water revived their spirits.
Although Philip had had little to say to Schriften since the separation from Amine, it was very evident to him and to Krantz that all the pilot"s former bitter feelings had returned. His chuckle, his sarcasms, his "He! he!" were incessant; and his eye was now as maliciously directed to Philip as it was when they first met. It was evident that Amine alone had for the time conquered his disposition; and that with her disappearance had vanished all the good will of Schriften towards her husband. For this Philip cared little; he had a much more serious weight on his heart--the loss of his dear Amine; and he felt reckless and indifferent concerning anything else.
The breeze now freshened, and they expected that in two hours, they would run on the beach, but they were disappointed; the step of the mast gave way from the force of the wind, and the sail fell upon the raft.
This occasioned great delay; and before they could repair the mischief, the wind again subsided, and they were left about a mile from the beach.
Tired and worn out with his feelings, Philip at last fell asleep by the side of Krantz, leaving Schriften at the helm. He slept soundly--he dreamt of Amine--he thought she was under a grove of cocoa-nuts, in a sweet sleep; that he stood by and watched her, and that she smiled in her sleep and murmured "Philip," when suddenly he was awakened by some unusual movement. Half dreaming still, he thought that Schriften, the pilot, had in his sleep been attempting to gain his relic, had pa.s.sed the chain over his head, and was removing quietly from underneath his neck the portion of the chain which, in his reclining posture, he lay upon. Startled at the idea, he threw up his hand to seize the arm of the wretch, and found that he had really seized hold of Schriften, who was kneeling by him, and in possession of the chain and relic. The struggle was short, the relic was recovered, and the pilot lay at the mercy of Philip, who held him down with his knee on his chest. Philip replaced the relic on his bosom, and, excited to madness, rose from the body of the now breathless Schriften, caught it in his arms, and hurled it into the sea.
"Man or devil! I care not which," exclaimed Philip, breathless; "escape now, if you can!"
The struggle had already roused up Krantz and others, but not in time to prevent Philip from wreaking his vengeance upon Schriften. In few words, he told Krantz what had pa.s.sed; as for the men, they cared not; they laid their heads down again, and, satisfied that their money was safe, inquired no further.
Philip watched to see if Schriften would rise up again, and try to regain the raft; but he did not make his appearance above water, and Philip felt satisfied.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.
What pen could portray the feelings of the fond and doting Amine, when she first discovered that she was separated from her husband? In a state of bewilderment, she watched the other raft as the distance between them increased. At last the shades of night hid it from her aching eyes, and she dropped down in mute despair.
Gradually she recovered herself, and turning round, she exclaimed, "Who"s here?"
No answer.
"Who"s here!" cried she in a louder voice; "alone--alone--and Philip gone. Mother, mother, look down upon your unhappy child!" and Amine frantically threw herself down so near to the edge of the raft, that her long hair, which had fallen down, floated on the wave.
"Ah me! where am I?" cried Amine, after remaining in a state of torpor for some hours. The sun glared fiercely upon her, and dazzled her eyes as she opened them--she cast them on the blue wave close by her, and beheld a large shark motionless by the side of the raft, waiting for his prey. Recoiling from the edge, she started up. She turned round and beheld the raft vacant, and the truth flashed on her. "Oh! Philip, Philip!" cried she, "then it is true and you are gone for ever! I thought it was only a dream: I recollect all now. Yes--all--all!" And Amine sank down again upon her cot which had been placed in the centre of the raft, and remained motionless for some time.
But the demand for water became imperious; she seized one of the bottles, and drank. "Yet why should I drink or eat? why should I wish to preserve life?" She rose, and looked round the horizon. "Sky and water, nothing more. Is this the death I am to die--the cruel death prophesied by Schriften--a lingering death under a burning sun, while my vitals are parched within? Be it so! Fate, I dare thee to thy worst-- we can die but once--and without him, what care I to live? But yet I may see him again," continued Amine, hurriedly, after a pause. "Yes, I may--who knows? then welcome life; I"ll nurse thee for that bare hope-- bare indeed, with naught to feed on. Let me see--is it here still?"
Amine looked at her zone, and perceived her dagger was still in it.
"Well, then, I will live since death is at my command, and be guardful of life for my dear husband"s sake." And Amine threw herself on her resting-place that she might forget every thing. She did: from that morning till the noon of the next day she remained in a state of torpor.
When she again rose, she was faint; again she looked round her--there was but sky and water to be seen.
"Oh! this solitude--it is horrible! death would be a release--but no, I must not die--I must live for Philip." She refreshed herself with water and a few pieces of biscuit, and folded her arms across her breast. "A few more days without relief, and all must be over. Was ever woman situated as I am, and yet I dare to indulge hope? Why, "tis madness!
And why am I thus singled out: because I have wedded with Philip? It may be so; if so, I welcome it. Wretches! who thus severed me from my husband; who to save their own lives, sacrificed a helpless woman! Nay!
they might have saved me, if they had had the least pity;--but no, they never felt it. And these are Christians! The creed that the old priests would have had me--yes! that Philip would have had me embrace.
Charity and good-will! They talk of it, but I have never seen them practise it! Loving one another!--forgiving one another!--say rather hating and preying upon one another! A creed never practised: why, if not practised of what value is it? Any creed were better--I abjure it, and if I be saved, will abjure it still for ever. Shade of my mother!
is it that I have listened to these men--that I have to win my husband"s love, tried to forget that which thou taughtest, even when a child at thy feet--that faith which our forefathers for thousands of years lived and died in--that creed proved by works, and obedience to the prophet"s willis it for this that I am punished? Tell me, mother--oh! tell me in my dreams."
The night closed in, and with the gloom rose heavy clouds; the lightning darted through the firmament, ever and anon lighting up the raft. At last, the flashes were so rapid, not following each other--but darting down from every quarter at once, that the whole firmament appeared as if on fire, and the thunder rolled along the heavens, now near and loud, then rumbling in the distance. The breeze rose up fresh, and the waves tossed the raft, and washed occasionally even to Amine"s feet, as she stood in the centre of it.
"I like this--this is far better than that calm and withering heat--this rouses me," said Amine as she cast her eyes up, and watched the forked lightning till her vision became obscured. "Yes, this is as it should be. Lightning, strike me if you please--waves, wash me off and bury me in a briny tomb--pour the wrath of the whole elements upon this devoted head--I care not, I laugh at, I defy it all. Thou canst but kill, this little steel can do as much. Let those who h.o.a.rd up wealth--those who live in splendour--those that are happy--those who have husbands, children, aught to love--let them tremble; I have nothing. Elements! be ye fire, or water, or earth, or air, Amine defies you! And yet--no no, deceive not thyself. Amine, there is no hope; thus will I mount my funeral bier, and wait the will of destiny." And Amine regained the secure place which Philip had fitted up for her in the centre of the raft, threw herself down upon her bed and shut her eyes.
The thunder and lightning was followed up by torrents of heavy rain, which fell till daylight; the wind still continued fresh, but the sky cleared, and the sun shone out. Amine remained shivering in her wet garments: the heat of the sun proved too powerful for her exhausted state, and her brain wandered. She rose up in a sitting posture, looked around her, saw verdant fields in every direction, the cocoa-nuts waving to the wind--imagined even that she saw her own Philip in the distance hastening to her; she held out her arms strove to get up, and run to meet him, but her limbs refused their office; she called to him, she screamed, and sank back exhausted on her resting-place.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.
We must for a time return to Philip, and follow his strange destiny. A few hours after he had thrown the pilot into the sea they gained the sh.o.r.e, so long looked at with anxiety and suspense. The spars of the raft, jerked by the running swell undulated and rubbed against each other, as they rose and fell to the waves breaking on the beach. The breeze was fresh, but the surf was trifling, and the landing was without difficulty. The beach was shelving, of firm white sand, interspersed and strewed with various brilliant-coloured sh.e.l.ls; and here and there, the bleached fragments and bones of some animal which had been forced out of its element to die. The island was, like all the others, covered with a thick wood of cocoa-nut trees, whose tops waved to the breeze, or bowed to the blast, producing a shade and a freshness which would have been duly appreciated by any other party than the present, with the exception only of Krantz; for Philip thought of nothing but his lost wife, and the seamen thought of nothing but of their sudden wealth.
Krantz supported Philip to the beach, and led him to the shade; but after a minute he rose, and running down to the nearest point, looked anxiously for the portion of the raft which held Amine, which was now far, far away. Krantz had followed, aware that, now the first paroxysms were past, there was no fear of Philip"s throwing away his life.
"Gone, gone for ever!" exclaimed Philip, pressing his hands to the b.a.l.l.s of his eyes.
"Not so, Philip, the same providence which has preserved us, will certainly a.s.sist her. It is impossible that she can perish among so many islands many of which are inhabited; and a woman will be certain of kind treatment."
"If I could only think so," replied Philip.
"A little reflection may induce you to think that it is rather an advantage than otherwise, that she is thus separated--not from you, but from so many lawless companions whose united force we could not resist.
Do you think that, after any lengthened sojourn on this island, these people with us would permit you to remain in quiet possession of your wife? No!--they would respect no laws; and Amine has, in my opinion, been miraculously preserved from shame and ill treatment, if not from death."
"They durst not, surely! Well, but Krantz, we must make a raft and follow her; we must not remain here--I will seek her through the wide world."
"Be it so, if you wish, Philip, and I will follow your fortunes,"
replied Krantz, glad to find that there was something, however wild the idea, for his mind to feed on. "But now let us return to the raft, seek the refreshment we so much require, and after that we will consider what may be the best plan to pursue."
To this, Philip, who was much exhausted, tacitly consented, and he followed Krantz to where the raft had been beached. The men had left it, and were each of them sitting apart from one another under the shade of his own chosen cocoa-nut tree. The articles which had been saved on the raft had not been landed, and Krantz called upon them to come and carry the things on sh.o.r.e--but no one would answer or obey. They each sat watching their money, and afraid to leave it, lest they should be dispossessed of it by the others. Now that their lives were, comparatively speaking, safe, the demon of avarice had taken full possession of their souls; there they sat, exhausted, pining for water, longing for sleep, and yet they dared not move,--they were fixed as if by the wand of the enchanter.
"It is the cursed dollars which have turned their brains," observed Krantz to Philip; "let us try if we cannot manage to remove what we most stand in need of, and then we will search for water."
Philip and Krantz collected the carpenter"s tools, the best arms, and all the ammunition, as the possession of the latter would give them an advantage in case of necessity; they then dragged on sh.o.r.e the sail and some small spars, all of which they carried up to a clump of cocoa-nut trees, about a hundred yards from the beach.
In half an hour they had erected an humble tent, and put into it what they had brought with them, with the exception of the major part of the ammunition, which, as soon as he was screened by the tent, Krantz buried in a heap of dry sand behind it; he then, for their immediate wants, cut down with an axe a small cocoa-nut tree in full bearing. It must be for those who have suffered the agony of prolonged thirst, to know the extreme pleasure with which the milk of the nuts were one after the other poured down the parched throats of Krantz and Philip. The men witnessed their enjoyment in silence, and with gloating eyes. Every time that a fresh cocoa-nut was seized and its contents quaffed by their officers, more sharp and agonising was their own devouring thirst--still closer did their dry lips glue themselves together--yet they moved not, although they felt the tortures of the condemned.
Evening closed in; Philip had thrown himself down on the spare sails, and had fallen asleep, when Krantz set off to explore the island upon which they had been thrown. It was small, not exceeding three miles in length, and at no one part more than five hundred yards across. Water there was none, unless it were to be obtained by digging; fortunately, the young cocoa-nuts prevented the absolute necessity for it. On his return, Krantz pa.s.sed the men in their respective stations. Each was awake, and raised himself on his elbow to ascertain if it were an a.s.sailant; but, perceiving Krantz, they again dropped down. Krantz pa.s.sed the raft--the water was now quite smooth, for the wind had shifted off sh.o.r.e, and the spars which composed the raft hardly jostled each other. He stepped upon it, and, as the moon was bright in the heavens he took the precaution of collecting all the arms which had been left, and throwing them as far as he could into the sea. He then walked to the tent, where he found Philip still sleeping soundly, and in a few minutes he was reposing by his side. And Philip"s dreams were of Amine; he thought that he saw the hated Schriften rise again from the waters, and, climbing up to the raft, seat himself by her side. He thought that he again heard his unearthly chuckle and his scornful laugh, as his unwelcome words fell upon her distracted ears. He thought that she fled into the sea to avoid Schriften, and that the waters appeared to reject her--she floated on the surface. The storm rose, and once more he beheld her in the sea-sh.e.l.l skimming over the waves. Again, she was in a furious surf on the beach, and her sh.e.l.l sank, and she was buried in the waves: and then he saw her walking on sh.o.r.e without fear and without harm, for the water which spared no one, appeared to spare her. Philip tried to join her, but was prevented by some unknown power, and Amine waved her hand and said, "We shall meet again, Philip; yes, once more on this earth shall we meet again."
The sun was high in the heavens and scorching in his heat, when Krantz first opened his eyes, and awakened Philip. The axe again procured for them their morning"s meal. Philip was silent; he was ruminating upon his dreams, which had afforded him consolation. "We shall meet again!"
thought he. "Yes, once more at least we shall meet again. Providence!
I thank thee."
Krantz then stepped out to ascertain the condition of the men. He found them faint, and so exhausted, that they could not possibly survive much longer, yet still watching over their darling treasure. It was melancholy to witness such perversion of intellect, and Krantz thought of a plan which might save their lives. He proposed to them each separately, that they should bury their money so deep, that it was not to be recovered without time: this would prevent any one from attacking the treasure of the other, without its being perceived and the attempt frustrated, and would enable them to obtain their necessary food and refreshment without danger of being robbed.
To this plan they acceded. Krantz brought out of the tent the only shovel in their possession, and they, one by one, buried their dollars many feet deep in the yielding sand. When they had all secured their wealth, he brought them one of the axes, and the cocoa-nut trees fell, and they were restored to new life and vigour. Having satiated themselves, they then lay down upon the several spots under which they had buried their dollars, and were soon enjoying that repose which they all so much needed.
Philip and Krantz had now many serious consultations as to the means which should be taken for quitting the island, and going in search of Amine; for although Krantz thought the latter part of Philip"s proposal useless, he did not venture to say so. To quit this island was necessary; and provided they gained one of those which were inhabited, it was all that they could expect. As for Amine, he considered that she was dead before this, either having been washed off the raft, or that her body was lying on it exposed to the decomposing heat of a torrid sun.
To cheer Philip, he expressed himself otherwise; and whenever they talked about leaving the island, it was not to save their own lives, but invariably to search after Philip"s lost wife. The plan which they proposed and acted upon was, to construct a light raft, the centre to be composed of three water-casks, sawed in half, in a row behind each other, firmly fixed by cross pieces to two long spars on each side.
This, under sail, would move quickly through the water, and be manageable so as to enable them to steer a course. The outside spars had been selected and hauled on sh.o.r.e, and the work was already in progress; but they were left alone in their work, for the seamen appeared to have no idea at present of quitting the island. Restored by food and repose, they were now not content with the money which they had--they were anxious for more. A portion of each party"s wealth had been dug up, and they now gambled all day with pebbles, which they had collected on the beach, and with which they had invented a game.