We hoisted a carefully-trimmed and brilliant lamp well up on our fore-stay as soon as night closed in, for we were in the track of the outward-bound ships going to the southward, and should one of these gentlemen come booming down upon us before the gale during the night, it would be rather difficult to avoid him.
It was well that we took this precaution, for no less than five pa.s.sed us in Bob"s watch, and three more in mine, one of them coming near enough to hail; but what he said it was impossible for me to hear, the howling of the wind and the hissing of the water so close to me utterly drowning the words.
I conjectured, however, that it was some inquiry as to whether we wanted a.s.sistance of any kind, and on the strength of this supposition I roared back at the top of my voice:
"All right; very comfortable."
A figure in the mizzen-rigging waved his hand, and the n.o.ble craft (she looked like an Australian liner, and was carrying topmast and lower stunsails) swept onward, and was soon afterwards swallowed up in the darkness and mist.
The falling in with so tiny a craft so far at sea, and in a gale of wind, and the announcement that she was "all right and very comfortable," must have been rather a novel experience for them, I imagine.
About noon next day the gale broke, and by four o"clock the wind had gone down sufficiently to justify us in making sail and filling away upon our course once more. This we did by setting our reefed mainsail, foresail, and Number 2 jib. The wind had continued to haul round too, and was now pretty steady at about north-east. This rapidly smoothed the water down, so that we had a comparatively quiet night; and the wind continuing to drop, we shook out our reefs next morning at eight bells, and got the big jib and small gaff-topsail upon her.
The evening but one following we got a glimpse of Cape Finisterre about six o"clock, and this enabled us to corroborate our position. From this point we shaped a course for Madeira, and after a splendid run of seven days from the Lizard and eight from Weymouth we arrived at Funchal at half-past five o"clock on the Wednesday evening following that on which I took leave of my dear sister.
As Bob was busy below getting tea, and I was stowing the canvas, a steamer came in with a flag flying, which, on taking a look at it through the gla.s.s, I recognised as the distinguishing flag of the Cape mail-boats, so I left everything just as it was, dashed down below, and penned a few hasty lines home, giving a brief outline of our adventures so far, and taking care not to lay too much stress upon the gale, whilst I was equally careful to do full justice to the _Water Lily"s_ sea-going qualities, that my sister"s apprehensions might be as much allayed as possible.
As soon as I had finished and sealed the epistle I joined Bob upon deck to a.s.sist him in putting our novel boat together, which done, we pulled on board the mail-boat, where we were very kindly received; and I gave my letter into the hands of the captain, who promised (and faithfully redeemed his promise too) to post it on his arrival home.
I afterwards found that he reported us also, so that the _Water Lily_ duly appeared in the "shipping" columns of the various papers, and my yachting friends thus got an inkling of our success thus far.
I shall not attempt any description of Madeira, or indeed of any other of the well-known spots at which we touched. The places have been so often and so fully described in the many books of travel which have been written, that any further description, or at all events such description as I could give, is quite superfluous. It will suffice for me merely to say that Bob and I spent three days stretching our somewhat cramped limbs in this most lovely island, and discussing which route we should take to the Pacific.
We had often discussed this question before; but it was with a feeling of indifference which precluded our arriving at any definite and absolute decision upon the matter. It was now, however, time that this point was settled, as it would affect our course soon after leaving the island, or, at all events, when we came to the Cape de Verdes.
The eastern route would be much longer than the western; but I felt disposed to adopt it, in the belief that we should be favoured with much better weather. I entertained a very wholesome dread of the "Horn"--the notorious "Cape of Storms." Bob, on the other hand, was all for the western route.
"I"m willin" to allow," observed he, "that a trip round the Horn ain"t like a day"s cruise in the Solent--all pleasuring; but I"ve knowed ships to come round under r"yal stunsails, and that more than once. The place is bad enough; but, like many another thing, not so black as it"s painted. It"s got a bad name, and that, we know, sticks to a place or to a body through thick and thin. I"ve been round five times, twice outward-bound and three times homeward, and we always had plenty of wind; but only once did I round it in a reg"lar gale, and then, had the _Lily_ been there, I"ll lay my grog for the rest of the v"yage she"d have made better weather of it than the old barkie I was aboard of.
It"s risky, I know; but so"s the whole trip for that matter, though, so far, by what I"ve seen of the little craft, I"d as lieve be aboard _her_ in a gale of wind as I would be in ere a ship that ever was launched.
She"s cramped for room, and when you"ve said that you"ve said all as any man can say ag"in her. Besides, see how "twill shorten the v"yage.
Once round the Horn and you"re there, as you may say, or next door to it. And then, there"s "Magellan;" if, when we get down about there, things don"t look promising for a trip round outside of everything, ram her through the Straits. I"ve been through "em once, and an ugly enough pa.s.sage it was too, blowing a whole gale; but there"s _thousands_ of places where the _Lily_ would lie as snug as if she was in dock, but where a large ship dursen"t venture for her life."
I yielded, as I generally did in such matters, to Bob"s judgment; and it was settled that the _Water Lily_ should brave Cape Horn with all its perils. On the fourth day of our stay at Funchal we filled up our water-tank, made a few additions to our stores (among others, a small stock of the famous wine produced by the island); and towards evening stood out to sea again, with our main-boom well garnished with bunches of bananas and nets of various kinds of fruits; the wind at the time being light, from about east-south-east, with a fine settled look about the weather. This lasted us for four days, and ran us fairly into the "trades," and on the third day following, just as the sun was dipping beneath the horizon, we sighted Saint Antonio, the westernmost of the Cape Verde Islands.
The "trades" were blowing very moderately as it happened, and the weather was as fine as heart could wish, with a nearly full moon into the bargain, so we were able to carry not only a jib-headed topsail, but also our spinnaker at the bowsprit-end; and under this canvas the little beauty made uncommonly short miles of it, tripping along like a rustic belle going to her first ball. We fell in with several homeward-bound ships, all of whom we requested to report us on their arrival as "all well." So fine a run had we from the Cape de Verdes, that on the morning of the fifth day after sighting them we ran into the "doldrums"
or region of calms and light variable airs which prevail about the line.
Here our light duck did us valuable service, for though the wind soon fell so light that it became imperceptible to us, and not a ripple disturbed the gla.s.sy surface of the water, by getting our enormous balloon gaff-topsail aloft we managed to catch enough wind from _somewhere_ to fan us along at the rate of nearly three knots. True, the breeze was very variable, our boom being sometimes on one side and sometimes on the other, sometimes square out (at least as far as the little air of wind had power to project it), and sometimes hauled close in as the flaws headed us, and broke us off two or three points one side or the other of our course. But, in spite of the baffling airs, such good progress did we make, that by two o"clock that afternoon we were gliding slowly through a fleet of about forty sail of vessels which were so completely becalmed that they were heading in all directions, utterly without steerage-way.
We reported ourselves to such as we pa.s.sed within hail of, and finally, about four o"clock, ranged up alongside of and boarded a beautiful little barque of about three hundred and fifty tons, whose monkey-p.o.o.p we saw full of pa.s.sengers (some of whom were ladies), regarding us with die utmost curiosity as we approached. She turned out to be from Natal, bound to London; and her captain (a perfect gentleman both in appearance and manner) not only promised to report us, but gave us a hearty welcome on board, and so cordial an invitation to dinner that there was no resisting it.
Our story, or at least as much of it as we chose to tell (which was simply that we were taking the cruise partly as an adventure, and partly with the object of seeking intelligence of my father), was of course soon drawn out of us; and, naturally enough, it excited the liveliest astonishment in the minds of our hearers, and soon got all over the ship. We excited some curiosity on board the other ships too, for no less than four captains lowered their boats and pulled alongside to learn where the pigmy cutter had sprung from.
The little craft was regarded with the greatest curiosity and admiration, especially by the ladies (who are of course good judges of the model of a vessel), some of them declaring that they would be _delighted_ (with strong emphasis) to make a voyage in such a little _darling_ of a yacht.
We mustered quite a strong party at the dinner-table, what with the regular party, the four visiting captains (who were also pressed to stay), and our two selves, and a very merry one withal. _We_ contributed to the dessert from our stock on the main-boom; and they only who have enjoyed it can say what a luxury is fresh fruit on the line, especially when one has been a long time on board a ship.
The skipper produced unlimited champagne (of which, for a wonder, he still had a very fair stock) in honour of the occasion, and "a prosperous voyage, and success to the _Water Lily_" was drunk over and over again that evening. We kept it up until nearly midnight, the p.o.o.p being converted into a ball-room by merely hanging a few lamps in the mizzen-rigging; the orchestra consisting of one of the seamen, who played the concertina better than I ever heard it played before or since.
The weather being as I have described it, with out any signs of a change, such a departure from the ordinary routine of the ship was permissible, and I have no doubt everybody on board was glad enough of an occurrence which gave such an excuse for breaking in upon the monotony of the voyage.
Tedious enough they must have found it, for it appeared that they had already been becalmed five days, and had not altered their position as many miles; and there seemed every prospect of their being becalmed five days more, for the gla.s.s was as steady as if the mercury had been solid.
At last we visitors made signs of moving. The captains of the other vessels ordered their crews into their boats, and I was just about going over the side on my way to our small cabin to write a hasty line to Ada (our kind host having promised to post my letter for me immediately on his arrival), when a seaman stepped up to me, and with the usual nautical sc.r.a.pe of the foot and a respectful "Beg pardon, sir,"
intimated a desire to speak to me.
"There"s a strange yarn going the rounds of this here craft"s fo"c"sle,"
said he, "about your bein" on a sort of v"yage of discovery a"ter your father, sir."
I said, "Certainly; it was perfectly true."
"Well, sir," said he, "maybe I might be able to help you in your search.
It needs no prophet to tell that you are Captain Collingwood"s son, when a man gets a fair squint at your figure-head, axing your pardon, sir, for my boldness; and if you"ll just give me your word that nothing I may say shall tell agin me, I"ll tell you all I knows about it, and gladly too; for I sailed with your father, sir, and a kinder skipper or a better seaman never trod a deck than he was, as I"ve had good reason to know."
"_Was_?" exclaimed I, with a sudden sinking of heart.
"And is still, for aught I know, sir; at least I hope so; there"s no reason why he mayn"t be still alive," replied the man, fully understanding all the meaning of my exclamation.
"Thank G.o.d for that," replied I fervently. "But why is this strange pledge required? Surely, fellow, you will not have the temerity to tell _me_--his son--that he has been the victim of any foul play? If so--"
"Not on my part, sir, I"ll take my Bible oath," said he. "What I did I was _forced_ to do to save my own life. Gladly would I have helped the skipper if I could; but what can one man do agin a whole ship"s crew."
"_Much_, if he have the will," replied I. "I will give no pledge whatever, beyond this. Tell me your story, and if I find you were powerless to prevent the evil which I begin to suspect has befallen my poor father, you have nothing to fear; but if I find that you have in any way aided--"
"Never, sir. If I could have had my will the skipper would not be where, I suppose, he is now; but you shall hear all I have to say, and then judge for yourself whether I could prevent anything that happened or no."
Volume One, Chapter VI.
THE FATE OF THE "AMAZON."
The man who, in this unexpected manner, brought me intelligence of my father, belonged to the crew of one of the visiting captains" boats, and a word or two of explanation was sufficient to procure the delay in the boat"s departure necessary to permit the fellow to tell his story.
In order to be a little more alone, Bob (who was, in a few words, made acquainted with the facts of the case), the seaman, and I went down over the side to the _Water Lily"s_ deck, when, as soon as we had comfortably bestowed ourselves, the man thus began:
"You must know, gentlemen, to commence with, that I was shipped, among others, on board the _Amazon_ at Canton. Dysentery was awful bad among the crews just at that time, and no less than seven was ash.o.r.e from our old barkie bad, when she left. Two chaps run as soon as she got in, and couldn"t be found agin; so there was nine berths in the fo"c"sle to be filled when she was ready to sail. As I was sayin", I was one of the new hands shipped. Englishmen was scarce somehow just then, and the skipper had to take what he could get. Consequence was, he shipped three Portuguese, a Spaniard, a Greek, two Frenchmen, and a Yankee, besides myself. The third mate was ash.o.r.e bad, and the second mate had died, so the Yankee (who seemed a smartish sort of chap) was made second mate, and one of the old fo"c"sle men was put into the third mate"s berth. When we got aboard, we found the hatches on, and all ready for a start, and that same a"ternoon we unmoored, and away we went.
"We was the first ship as went away with any of the new teas, and the skipper was awful anxious for a quick run home. We carried on night and day; but the weather was light with us, and we didn"t get along half as such a smart ship ought to ha" done, for she was a reg"lar flyer, as perhaps you gentlemen both knows.
"Well, we hadn"t been out above a week when, whether "twas worryin" at the light winds, or what "twas I can"t say, but the poor skipper was laid on his beam-ends with fever, and it took the chief mate all his time to prevent his jumping overboard. However, it didn"t seem to matter so much, so far as the ship was consarned, for the Yankee second mate turned out to be a first-rate navigator, and he in a way took charge of the craft.
"Well, gentlemen, how it all came about, I can"t say, for I never noticed anything wrong. True, some of the chaps talked a bit queer to me at times; but I thought "twas all a bit of a flam; but, howsomever, one fine night my Yankee gentleman and the new hands takes the ship. At eight bells in the first watch, the watch below was called; and as soon as they came on deck three on "em goes straight over and jines the mutineers without a word; so it was clear as "twas all planned afore among "em. That left only three whites out of the plot--the Lascars had all been bribed or frightened into jining in with t"others--and, out of us three, two was lying on deck, lashed hands and heels together when I come up through the fore scuttle.
"The minute my foot touched the deck, I was tripped up and secured before I was fairly awake, and stowed alongside of the two other chaps.
Then my n.o.ble Yankee, he steps up and stands in front of us three, and he says, says he, "Now you chaps, you see how it is; we"ve got the ship and we means to keep her; and we"ve made up our minds to do a little bit of pirating; make our fortunes; and then cut the sea and live like gentlemen for the rest of our days ash.o.r.e. If you"ve a mind to jine us, well and good; if not, there"s a plank sticking over the bows, and I"ll be obliged to trouble you to take a short walk on it for the benefit of your const.i.tooshuns. You"ve got five minutes allowed to make up your minds."
"When the time was up, one of the chaps was unlashed, and the Yankee asks him what he intends to do.
""I"ll walk that--plank, if I must," says he; "but I hope I"m too honest to turn my hand to your--pirating," says he.