""Why, who else should it be?" replied he; "eh, old boy, who else should it be?"
"To my great surprise, I now perceived that my poor shipmate was half-seas-over, as we call it.
""Telford." said I, "do you not know me?"
""Oh, Mr Dalzell! I ax your pardon; I didn"t know it was you, seeing that all cats are grey alike in the dark. I"ve had a reglar snooze; but I hope I may never snooze again, if I"m to have such another dream."
""What have you been dreaming about?"
""Why, sir, I dreamed I was a-drowning, and that I was going down, down, down, when I heard your voice calling out, "Come, Telford, I"m not an admiral yet;" and with that you took me by the cuff of the neck, and then I opened my eyes, and you had a hold o" me, sure enough. But d--n--ax your pardon, sir," said he, fumbling about; "but it"s enough to make a parson swear."
""Why, what"s the matter?"
""Why, sir, I"ve lost my call;[15] no wonder my pipe"s put out."
[Footnote 15: Silver whistle, used by the boatswain and his mates.]
""Is that all? You may thank Heaven you did not lose your life. You had little hope of saving it when we last parted."
""Indeed! why, then, it can"t have been a dream, after all. Blowed if I don"t think I"m a little crazy in my upper works; my head is all in a whirl, and there"s fifty thousand sparks dancing before my eyes. I say, Mr Dalzell, what was that you said about losing life, and all that gammon? Ax your pardon, sir--hopes no offence," continued he, laying his hand with drunken familiarity upon my shoulder. "Holloa! why, you"re as wet as a half-wrung swab, and I"m not much better myself! What"s the meaning of that?"
""Why, the meaning of it is, that we have both had a most providential escape from drowning. You must be crazy, indeed, if you have already forgot the sad events of the last few hours. When you were swept off the wreck of the poor old Dareall, I little expected to see you again. I could almost have sworn that I saw you go down."
""The wreck!--ay, I remember it all now! Providential escape, _indeed_.
Only think of a man, as my old father used to say, putting an enemy into his mouth to steal away his brains! I had clean forgotten all about it. Howsoever, I"ll take my "davy I was so full of water, that, afore I knowed what I was about, I took rum enough in to make me a _tumbler_--ha, ha!"
""You seem to treat the matter very lightly, Telford; I see nothing laughable in it."
""Why, Lord love your honour, when the grog"s in, the wit"s out, you know, as the old song says."
""But where did you get the grog? You were sober enough, and sad enough, goodness knows, when we parted; and how did you escape?"
""Why, your honour, I rode ash.o.r.e on the back of a breaker,[16] and, as soon as I landed, I knocked my horse on the head, and found a drop of capital rum inside, and, as I was devilish cold and wet, I made a little too free with it mayhap."
[Footnote 16: Breaker--a small cask.]
""Well, well, it"s fortunate it"s no worse. Can you walk, do you think?
We had better make the best of our way to the town."
""Walk!--to be sure I can, your honour, though perhaps I may steer a little wild or so; but, if you"ll heave ahead, I"ll follow in your wake, and then you won"t be so apt to notice me if I give a yaw now and then."
"We soon fell in with a party of light dragoons, by whom we were most kindly welcomed, and who a.s.sisted us in making our way to Cape Town. We afterwards heard that these gallant fellows had greatly distinguished themselves during that awful night by their humane daring; forcing their horses into the surf, to rescue the struggling survivors of the crew, many of whom would have perished but for their timely aid. In the town, we met with several of our unfortunate shipmates, to whom and to ourselves the inhabitants behaved with the greatest kindness and attention. At daylight next morning, a mournful sight presented itself; and we then ascertained the full extent of our sad loss. The whole line of beach was thickly strewed with dead bodies, and fragments of the wreck. There were only four officers and about fifty men saved--three of the lieutenants, the purser, surgeon, and two midshipmen, were fortunately on sh.o.r.e at the time of the accident; all the rest of the officers, and about three hundred and fifty seamen, perished. Three waggon-loads of corpses were taken to a place near the hospital, and interred; and about one hundred bodies, dreadfully mangled, were buried in one large pit on the beach, near where they were found. The body of my kind friend, the captain, was never recovered, but those of the other officers were interred, the Sunday following, with military honours. So ended my unfortunate outset in the Dareall. The survivors of her crew were drafted into other ships, and the officers were sent home by the first opportunity. I afterwards joined the Sunbeam frigate, and in due course of time got my promotion in her. As soon as she was paid off, I hastened to Kelso, fondly hoping there to find the prize, the hopes of obtaining which had for years cheered me onwards. You know how I have been disappointed. And now, my kind friends, the story of my adventures is ended."
"Oh," said I, "you have told us the _story_, but not the _whole_ story; you have still an account to give of your cruise in the Sunbeam; do not flatter yourself you are going to escape so easily."
"You must excuse me, my dear sir; I am not accustomed to act as my own trumpeter; when Telford comes, he may take the office upon himself."
"What became of that poor fellow? He must be a rough diamond."
"Rough enough; but as good-hearted a fellow, and as fine a specimen of his cla.s.s, as ever lived. I wonder he has not been here before this time, for I told him I meant to come here; and he said he would give you "a hail" as he went past, to let you know I was coming. I suppose he has "hove to," as he would call it, by the way."
"But how does he know the place?"
"Oh, he knew the neighbourhood from my description of it immediately; and, said he, "if I make his number when I get there, some one will tell me where he hangs out.""
"Well, I shall be glad to see him whenever he comes. Anna, my love,"
said I to my wife, "Mr Dalzell will be ready, I daresay, to do justice to your luncheon whenever it makes its appearance."
We were comfortably seated at the table, discussing our strawberries and cream, when the sound of a loud shrill whistle thrilled through our ears, followed by a rough hoa.r.s.e voice, bellowing words which my wife and I could not understand. We both started from our seats, and ran to the window, which was open to admit the cool air, though the blind was down to exclude the sun. Dalzell sat still, and burst out laughing. On drawing up the blind, we saw a stout, dark-looking man, with an open and cheerful countenance, dressed like a sailor. His little shining tarpaulin hat was _flapped_ down upon the back of his head, and his long black hair hung in curls about his forehead and ears. His left arm was "absent without leave" from his empty sleeve, and in his right hand he held the little silver pipe which had caused all the commotion.
"Ax your pardon, sir," said he, touching his hat, when he saw me; "I made bold to call the hands out to muster, to see if one Leaftennan Dalzell would answer to his name. Hopes no offence, sir."
"Ah, Telford, my fine fellow, how are you?" said Dalzell, peeping over our shoulders.
"G.o.d bless your honour!" said he, respectfully raising his hat; "I"m as pleased to hear the sound of your voice as if it were the pipe to grog."
"That"s saying a great deal, Tom. Why, you sway about _now_ as if you were a little top-heavy."
"Oh no, your honour; I"ve only been freshening the nip[17] once or twice, and my bread-basket"s a little empty."
[Footnote 17: Sailor"s term for taking a dram.]
"Well, come in, Tom," said I, "and we"ll try to fill it for you."
Tom was soon established in a comfortable berth in the kitchen, and did ample justice to the good cheer which was placed in abundance before him. As soon as he had good time to shake his cargo into its place, he was summoned into the parlour. At first he demurred a little to change his quarters, saying that he was more in his own place in the galley[18]
than in the cabin; but his reluctance was overcome when he saw spirits and water precede him. When he came in, he stood in the doorway, making sundry bobbing attempts at a bow, twirling his hat round and round, and looking as bashful as a young maiden.
[Footnote 18: Kitchen.]
"Come in, Tom," said I. "Sit down, and tell us all your adventures."
Tom, however, was too polite a man, in his own way, to sit down in the presence of his officer, till the lieutenant said--
"Come, come, Tom, bring yourself to an anchor at once."
Thus authorised, he plumped into a chair, and, putting his hat under it, carefully deposited there a large quid of tobacco, which he dislodged from its snug quarters in his left cheek.
"Now, Tom, carry on," said Mr Dalzell.
"Why, your honour," said Tom, slyly glancing at the table, "I"m in no spirits for spinning a yarn just now."
I laughed, and filled a tumbler with whisky and water, to which Tom paid his respects with evident satisfaction.
"Mr Dalzell has told us," said I, "of your escape from the wreck of the Dareall--and a wonderful one it was."
"You _may_ say that," replied he; "I never had such a narrow squeak in my life."