Yorke The Adventurer.
by Louis Becke.
Chapter I
In that delightful and exciting book, written by Captain Joshua Sloc.u.m, and ent.i.tled, "Sailing Alone Round the World," there is a part wherein the adventurous American seaman relates how he protected himself from night attacks by the savages by a simple, but efficient precaution. It was his custom, when he anch.o.r.ed for the night off the snow-clad and inhospitable sh.o.r.es of Tierra del Fuego, to profusely sprinkle his cutter"s deck with sharp tacks, and then calmly turn in and sleep the sleep of the just; for even the h.o.r.n.y soles of the Fuegian foot is susceptible to the business end of a tack; and, as I read Sloc.u.m"s story, I smiled, and thought of dear old Yorke and the _Francesco_.
I first met Yorke early in the "seventies." Our vessel had run in under the lee of the South Cape of New Britain to wood and water, and effect some repairs, for in working northward through the Solomon Group, on a special mission to a certain island off the coast of New Guinea, we had met with heavy weather, and had lost our foretopmast. In those days there was not a single white man living on the whole of the south coast of New Britain, from St. George"s Channel on the east, to Dampier"s Straits on the west--a stretch of more than three hundred miles, and little was known of the natives beyond the fact of their being treacherous cannibals. In Blanche Bay only, on the northern sh.o.r.e, was there a settlement of a few adventurous English traders--the employees of a rich German company--and these were only acquainted with the natives in their own vicinity. Even the masters of trading vessels avoided the south coast of the great island, not only on account of the dangerous character of its inhabitants, but also because there was not, they thought, anything to tempt them to risk their and their crews"
lives--for the sh.o.r.e nearly everywhere presented a line of dense unbroken forest, with but scanty groves of coco-palms at long intervals, and even had there been many such groves, no communication could be had with the people. In the wild days of the "seventies" the practice of cutting up and drying the coconut into what is known as "copra" had scarcely made any headway in those parts of New Britain, New Ireland, and the Solomon and New Hebrides Groups which were visited by trading vessels--the nuts were turned into oil by a crude and wasteful process known as "rotting."
The captain of our little vessel was one of the oldest and most experienced trading skippers in the Western Pacific, grim, resolute, and daring, but yet cautious of his men"s lives, if not of his own; so when he decided to anchor under the lee of the South Cape, he chose a part of the coast which seemed to be but scantily inhabited. The dense forest which came down to the water"s edge concealed from view any village that might have been near us; but the presence of smoke arising from various spots denoted that there were some natives living in the vicinity, though we could not see any canoes.
We brought to about half a mile from the sh.o.r.e. Two boats were at once lowered, manned, and armed, and under the captain"s guidance, set out to search for water, which we knew we should have but little difficulty in finding, even on the south coast of New Britain, which is not nearly so well watered as the northern sh.o.r.e of the island. In the captain"s boat were six men besides himself; I was in charge of the covering boat, manned by six native seamen and carrying three water-casks--all we could stow.
Pulling in together, close to the sh.o.r.e, the captain then went ahead, my boat following at the regulation distance of fifty yards, only four hands rowing in each, leaving four men to keep a look-out for natives.
Presently the skipper turned to me, and pointed sh.o.r.eward.
"That"s the place for us, Drake--between those two spurs--just round this point. There"s bound to be water there."
The place which he indicated was about two miles distant to the eastward, and the crews gave way with good will, for the prospect of having a drink of pure water after the brackish and ill-smelling stuff we had been drinking for a fortnight, was very pleasing. Although but a little past nine o"clock in the morning the day was intensely hot, and windless as well, and the perspiration was streaming down the naked chests and backs of our st.u.r.dy native sailors. The only sounds that broke the silence were the cries of birds--c.o.c.katoos and large green and scarlet parrots, which screamed angrily at us as the boats pa.s.sed close in to the dense, steamy jungle of the littoral.
Just as the captain"s boat rounded the point, we heard a cry of astonishment from his crew, a cry that was echoed by ourselves half a minute later; for there in the centre of a small landlocked bay, was a cutter lying at anchor! She appeared to be of about thirty or forty tons, had an awning spread aft, and presented a very weather-worn appearance; her rudder was gone, and the upper part of her stern badly damaged. There was no one visible on deck, but presently, in answer to the captain"s hail, the face of an old, white-haired man, appeared above the companion.
"Come on board," he called out in clear, vigorous tones, and we saw him take up a broom, which was lying on the skylight, and begin to sweep the after-deck vigorously with one hand, the other being in a sling.
"Guess he"s a lunatic," said Captain Guest, turning to me with a laugh.
But we had no time to indulge in surmises, for in a few minutes we were drawing up alongside; the stranger was standing at the stern, broom in hand, watching us.
"Step on board here, over the stern, please," he said, and then he added quickly, "but are you all wearing boots?"
"No," answered the captain, now quite sure the old man was wrong in his head, "some of my men have no boots."
"Then they had better not come aboard," he said with a quiet, amused smile, as he saw our puzzled faces.
The moment Captain Guest and myself stepped over the rail and shook hands with the stranger, we saw the reason for the broom--the entire deck, except the small s.p.a.ce aft which had just been swept, was covered with broken gla.s.s!
"Glad to see you, gentlemen. My name is Yorke, and this cutter is the _Francesco_."
"And my name is Guest. I am master of the brigantine _Fray Sentos_, of Sydney, lying just round the point, and this is Mr. Drake, my supercargo."
"Sit down here on the skylight, gentlemen, out of the way of the gla.s.s--my cabin is very small."
"Guess it would have to be a pretty big one if you had another two men like yourself to share it," said Guest with a laugh, as he surveyed our new friend"s proportions. And indeed he was right, for Yorke was over six feet in height, rather stout, and with a chest like a working bullock. His face and neck were deeply bronzed to a dark tan, and presented a striking and startling yet pleasing contrast to his snowy-white hair, moustache, and eyebrows; his clear, steely blue eyes were in consonance with the broad, square jaw, and the man"s character revealed itself in his features--strong, courageous, dominant, and self-reliant.
The moment Captain Guest mentioned that our men were thirsty and would like a drink of water, Yorke became the soul of hospitality, and told them to come on board and help themselves, while for Guest and myself he produced a couple of bottles of excellent Tennant, and took a gla.s.s of it himself.
"Now, do you know, gentlemen," he said as he sat down on the cutter"s rail, facing us, "this morning I had a dream? I thought I heard some one call out, "All ready there, for"ard?" and I heard the rattle of a cable through the hawse-pipes. Then I woke and looked at the clock--it was just half-past seven."
"And at half-past seven we let go anchor, a good four miles from here.
Surely you could not have heard us at such a distance."
"No, that"s a fact. So, when I did hear you hail just now I knew my dream was verified. As a rule, dreams aren"t worth a bag of shakings."
"Where are your crew, captain?" I asked.
"Ah, now I"ve a yarn to tell you. I"m the only man on board--my mate and every man of my crew were ma.s.sacred about six weeks ago off the north end of New Ireland, and I only escaped by the skin of my teeth. And now you can guess the meaning of all this gla.s.s on the deck. There"s plenty of n.i.g.g.e.rs all around us here, and that broken gla.s.s is a splendid protection for me at night time. Since I lost my men they have made two attempts to cut me off at night time, once at a place just the other side of Cape St. George and once near here. But," and he laughed softly, "they didn"t stay on deck more than five seconds, I can a.s.sure you. I"ll tell you the whole yarn presently. But say, captain--can you help me to a new rudder? I lost mine a week ago, and having a bad hand have not been able to do anything towards making one myself."
"Certainly I will. I"ll send my carpenter to you as soon as we get back to the ship; or, better still, we"ll tow you down to the Fray Bentos.
But we are in want of water and firewood, and I should like to take some of both back with me."
He thanked Guest warmly, and added that, although the cutter had no rudder, she would steer very well with a sweep; and then he informed us there was good running water within a couple of cables" length of the cutter, also plenty of wood, and offered to take us to the place. We need not, he said, apprehend any attack by the natives, as our party was too large, and the spot where we could fill the casks was in fairly open country, and by stationing a sentry or two on each side of the creek, we could both wood and water with safety.
"There is a village about six miles along the coast from here, and no doubt it was the people from there who boarded me the other night, for I saw a lot of canoes on a little beach there. I think it must be the largest village for many miles hereabout. Now, do you see all those columns of smoke? Some, you will notice, are very thin and bluish, while others are almost black; the thin ones are only from native ovens, the others are signals to the various smaller villages to the eastward--by this time every n.i.g.g.e.r within fifty miles of us knows that your ship is at anchor. I hope you left plenty of men on board?" "Plenty, and ours is a well-armed crew." Just as he was stepping into the captain"s boat, I asked him what was the matter with his hand. He replied carelessly that he had "managed to get a bit of a knock," and would be glad if I would look at it when we returned to the cutter, as it was rather painful at times.
The boats were soon under way for the sh.o.r.e, and in a quarter of an hour we entered a narrow but deep creek, not wide enough to permit us using our oars; but this was of no consequence, for each boat carried half a dozen canoe paddles. Within a hundred yards up from the entrance we found the water to be quite fresh, and while some of the men started to fill the casks, the rest, except the sentries, made for a clump of about a dozen coconut-trees growing close beside a magnificent grove of areca-palms. Every nut that was young enough to drink was quickly thrown down, and carried to the boats. Then we set to work to collect firewood, and two or three dry, solid logs were dragged down into the creek, lashed together, and then, with them and the filled water casks in tow, we returned merrily to the _Franceses_ hoisted up our water casks, swept up all the gla.s.s, shovelled it into a hogshead standing on the deck, hoisted her mainsail, and hove up her anchor, glad of having accomplished our task so easily and so quickly. A light air had sprung up, and the vessel, aided by the boats, made good progress towards our brigantine, despite the logs towing astern.
Our new friend asked me if I would mind coming below with him, as it was past three o"clock, and quite time we had something to eat and drink.
The cabin certainly was small, but was spotlessly clean, and exceedingly well furnished. It contained three bunks, two of which were hidden from view by neat cretonne curtains.
"That was my poor young mate"s bunk," he said sadly, "and the other was the boatswain"s. Now, will you please pa.s.s these up on deck?"
From a locker he took out a dozen or more of ale, two bottles of spirits, and a number of tins of beef, sardines, etc., together with an ample supply of biscuit. These I pa.s.sed up to Guest, who, at Yorke"s request, ordered the boats alongside, so that the crews could get some dinner, and a stiff gla.s.s of grog all round. Then we ourselves ate a most hearty meal, rendered the more enjoyable by the deliciously cool beer--a liquor which, until that day, we had not tasted for quite four or five months. As soon as we had finished, I asked him to let me examine his hand.
"Can you do a bit of cutting?" he asked, as I began to remove the bandages.
"Rather," answered Guest for me, "Drake loves to dig out a bullet, especially--doesn"t he, Napoleon?"
Napoleon was one of our native crew--a short, nuggety little Tongan, who, in an attack made on our boats nearly a year before, had received a bullet in the calf of the leg. I had succeeded in extracting it without unduly mutilating the patient, for I had once acted as amateur a.s.sistant to a medical missionary in Samoa, and had seen a good many bullets extracted during a very lively six months" native war.
When I saw the condition of Yorke"s hand, I was startled. It was enormously swollen from the tips of the fingers to the wrist, and badly lacerated and bruised all over the back, and presented a very dangerous appearance. The pain he had endured, and was enduring at the moment, must have been something atrocious, and I felt a sudden respect and admiration for a man who could attend to _our_ wants before thinking of himself.
"Good heavens!" said Guest sympathisingly, "how did it happen?"
He told us that ten days previously the cutter had struck on a reef in the night. She b.u.mped heavily three or four times, but would have worked across the reef without serious damage, as there was a good breeze, had not a sea taken her on the bows, thrown her aback, and driven her stern first against the one exposed portion of the reef, tearing away her rudder, and smashing all the upper part of her stern. Yorke, who was half-stunned by the boom swinging over, and striking him on the head as he was rising to his feet after being hurled along the deck, felt that he had received an injury to his hand, which was bleeding profusely.
But just then he gave no thought to it, for the next two or three seas fortunately carried the cutter over the reef into deep water and safety.
When he came to examine his hand, he found it had been crushed, probably by a piece of the heavy hardwood rail, and several splinters were protruding from the back and wrist. These he had succeeded in extracting, but the pain continued to increase day by day, and the palm of the hand began to swell and gather.
"Perhaps there"s a bit of timber in there yet," he remarked to us.
I thought so also, and so did Guest, and after torturing the poor fellow a few minutes, I located the exact spot--just below the ball of the thumb.
"Captain Yorke," I said, "I can cut it out, I am sure. But, frankly, the thumb is a dangerous thing for an amateur surgeon to meddle with, and----"
"I know," he interrupted quietly, "but I"d rather run the risk of lockjaw than the certainty of blood poisoning, and I know that that is what it will turn to. Last night I made up my mind to cut into the d.a.m.ned thing this morning if that last poultice I put on had no effect.