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´╗┐Title: Fritz and Eric - The Brother Crusoes
Author: Hutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
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Fritz and Eric, or the Brother Crusoes

by John Conroy Hutcheson
This is rather an extraordinary book, because it consists of two
rather different eras in the lives of two brothers.  In the
first the brother Fritz takes part in the Franco-Prussian war of
1870-71, and is severely wounded, but survives - just.  He is
tended by a beauteous maiden, with whom he falls in love.

Meanwhile the brother Eric has gone to sea in what turns out to
be a rotten old vessel, which sinks in southern waters.  There
are some survivors, but Eric is not among them, and is presumed

Fritz departs for America, and is wondering how to get a job.  He
meets a whaling captain and they are having a chat in a bar when
who should appear but Eric, who has had a miraculous rescue, but
has never had a chance of writing home.  The two brothers decide
they will get the whaling ship to drop them off on a very remote
island in the South Atlantic, Inaccessible Island, where they
will spend a year sealing, and make their fortunes from the
skins they get during the year.

There are many vicissitudes, and they do make their fortunes,
but not from sealing.  There are so many tense situations, so
very well described, that the book might almost have come from
the pen of George Manville Fenn.  A well-written and interesting
book, and with a very good description of the Franco-Prussian
War, the war which is so often forgotten about.  N.H.





"Time is getting on, little mother, and we'll soon have to say

"Aye, my child.  The parting is a sad one to me; but I hope and trust
the good God will hold you in His safe keeping, and guide your footsteps
back home to me again!"

"Never you fear, little mother.  He will do that, and in a year's time
we shall all meet again under the old roof-tree, I'm certain.  Keep your
heart up, mother mine, the same as I do; remember, it is not a
`Farewell' I am saying for ever, it is merely `Auf wiedersehen!'"

"I hope so, Eric, surely; still, we cannot tell what the future may
bring forth!" said the other sadly.

Mother and son were wending their way through the quaint, old-fashioned,
sleepy main street of Lubeck that led to the railway station--a bran-new
modern structure that seemed strangely incongruous amidst the antique
surroundings of the ancient town.  Although it was past the midday hour,
hardly a soul was to be seen moving about; and the western sun lighted
up the green spires of the churches and red-tiled pointed roofs of the
houses, glinting from the peculiar eye-shaped dormer windows of some of
the cottages with the most grotesque effect and making them appear as if
winking at the onlooker.  It seemed like a scene of a bygone age
reproduced on the canvas of some Flemish artist; and, but that Eric and
his mother were accustomed to it, they must have rubbed their eyes, like
Rip Van Winkle when he came down from the goblin-haunted mountain into
the old village of his youth, in doubt whether all was real, thinking it
might be a dream.  Presently, however, they were at the railway station,
and they would have been convinced, if they had felt inclined to believe
otherwise, that they were living in the present.  But, even here, amid
all the hissing of steam, and creaking of carriages, and whirr of moving
machinery, the queer old-world costumes of the peasantry, with their
quaint hats and mantles, which more resembled the stage properties of a
Christmas pantomime than the known dress of any people of the period,
all spoke of the past--a past when the great Barbarossa reigned in
Central Europe, and when there were "Robbers of the Rhine," and "Forty
thousand virgins," in company with Saint Ursula, canonising the sainted
and scented city of Cologne.  Ah, those days of long ago!

"Here we are at last, mother," said Eric, slinging the bag containing
his sea kit on to the railway platform.  "The old engine is getting its
steam up, and we'll soon be off.  Cheer up, little mother!  As I've told
you, it is not a good-bye for ever!"

"So you say, my son.  The young ever look forward; but old people like
myself look back, and it makes us reflect how few of the noble
aspirations and longing anticipations of our youth are ever realised!"

"Old people like yourself indeed, little mother!" said Eric indignantly,
tossing up his lion-like head, and looking as if he would like to see
any one else who would dare to make such an assertion, the next moment
throwing his arms round her neck, and hugging her fondly.  "I won't have
you calling yourself old, you dear little mother, with your nice glossy
brown hair, and beautiful bright blue eyes and handsome face--a face
which I fail not to see Burgher Jans gaze on with eloquent expression
every Sunday when we go to the Dom Kirche.  Ah, I know--"

"Fie, my son!" exclaimed Madame Dort, interrupting him by placing her
hand across his mouth, a process which soon stopped his indiscreet
impetuosity, a warm blush the while mantling her comely countenance; for
she was yet in the bloom of middle-aged womanhood.  "Suppose, now, any
one were to overhear you, audacious child!"

"Ah, but I know, though," repeated the boy triumphantly, when he had
again regained his freedom of speech.  "I won't tell, little mother;
still, I must make a bargain with you, as I don't intend that fusty old
Burgher Jans to have my handsome young mutterchen, that's poz!  But, to
change the subject, why are you so despondent about my leaving you now,
dear mother?  I've been already away from you two voyages, and yet have
returned safe and sound to Lubeck."

"You forget, my child, that the pitcher sometimes goes once too often to
the well.  The ocean is treacherous, and the perils of the sea are
great, although you, in boy-like fashion, may laugh at them.  Strong men
have but too often to acknowledge the supremacy of the waves when they
bear them down to their watery grave, leaving widows and orphans, alas!
to mourn their untimely fate with sad and bitter tears!  Don't you
remember your poor father's end, my son?"

"I do, mother," answered the boy gravely; "still, all sailors are not
drowned, nor is a seafaring life always dangerous."

"Granted, my child," responded his mother to this truism; "but, those
who go down to the sea in ships, as the Psalmist says, see the perils of
the deep, and lead a venturesome calling!  Besides, Eric, I must tell
you that I--I do not feel myself so strong as I was when you first left
home and became a sailor boy; and, although I have no doubt a good
Providence will watch over you, and preserve you in answer to my
heartfelt prayers, yet you are now starting on a longer voyage than you
have yet undertaken, and perchance I may not live to greet you on your

"Oh, mother, don't say that, don't say that!" exclaimed Eric in a heart-
broken voice; "you are not ill, you are not ailing, mother dear?" and he
peered anxiously with a loving gaze into her eyes, to try and read some
meaning there for the sorrowful presage that had escaped thus
inadvertently from her lips, drawn forth by the agony of parting.

"No, my darling, nothing very alarming," she said soothingly, wishing to
avoid distressing him needlessly by communicating what might really be
only, as she hoped, a groundless fear on her part.  "I do not feel
exactly ill, dear.  I was only speaking about the natural frail tenure
of this mortal life of ours.  This saying `Good-bye' to you too, my
darling, makes me infected with morbid fear and nervous anxiety.  Fancy
me nervous, Eric--I whom you call your strong-minded mother, eh?" and
the poor lady smiled bravely, so as to encourage the lad, and banish his
easily excited fears on her account.  It was but a sickly smile,
however, for it did not come genuinely from the heart, prompted though
the latter was with the fullest affection.  Still, Eric did not perceive
this, and the smile quickly dismissed his fears.

"Ha, ha," he laughed in his light-hearted, ringing way.  "The idea of
your being nervous, like I remember old grandmother Grimple was when I
used to jump suddenly in at the door or fire my popgun!  I would never
believe it, not even if you yourself said it.  Ah, now you look better
already, and like my own dear little mother who will keep safe and well,
and welcome me back next year, surely; and then, dear one, we'll have no
end of a happy time!"

"I hope so, Eric; I hope so with all my heart," said she, pressing the
eager lad to her bosom in a fond embrace; "and you may be sure that none
will be so glad to welcome you back as I!"

"Think, mother," said Eric presently, after a moment's silence, in which
the feelings of the two seemed too great to find expression in words of
common import.  "Why, by that time I will have nearly sailed round the
world; for in my voyage to Java and back I will have to `double the
Cape,' as sailors say!"

"Yes, that you will, my boy," chimed in his mother, anxious to sustain
this buoyant change in his humour, and drive away the somewhat
melancholy tone she had unwittingly introduced into their last parting
conversation.  "You'll be a regular little travelled monkey, like the
one belonging to the Dutchman that we were reading about the other day
which could do everything almost but speak, although I don't think
anybody would accuse you of any want of ability on the latter score, you

"No, no, little mother; I think not likewise," chuckled Eric
complacently.  "I'm not one of your silent ones, not so!  But, hurrah!--
There comes Fritz turning in under the old gateway.  He said he would
try and get away for half an hour in the afternoon from the counting-
house to wish me another good-bye and see me off, if Herr Grosschnapper
could spare him.  Ah ha, Master Fritz," shouted out the sailor lad, as
his brother drew nigh, "you're just in time to see the last of me.  I
thought the worthy Herr would not let you come, you are so very late."

"Better late than never," said the other, smiling, coming up beside the
pair, who were standing in front of one of the railway carriages, into
which Eric had already bundled his bag.  "The old man did growl a bit
about my `idling away the afternoon,' as he called it; but when I
impressed him with the fact that you were going away to sea, he relented
and let me come, saying that it was a good job such a circumstance did
not occur every day!"

"Much obliged to him, I'm sure!" said Eric, with that usual toss of his
head which threw back his mane-like locks of yellow hair.  "He would
have been a fine old curmudgeon to have refused you leave to wish good-
bye to your only brother!"  And he put one of his arms round Fritz's
neck as he spoke.

"Hush, my son," interposed Madame Dort.  "You must not speak ill of the
good merchant who has been such a kind friend to Fritz and given him
regular employment in his warehouse!"

"All right, mutterchen, I won't mention again the name of the old cur--,
I mean dear old gentleman, little mother, there!"  And then catching the
twinkling eye of Fritz, the two burst into a simultaneous laugh at the
narrow escape there had been of his repeating the obnoxious epithet;
while Madame Dort could not help smiling too, as she gazed fondly into
the merry face of the roguish boy, standing by his brother's side and
clinging to him with that deep fraternal affection which is so rarely
seen, alas! in members of the same family.

Truly, they were sons of whom any mother might have been proud.

Fritz was tall and manly, by virtue of his two-and-twenty years and a
small fringe of dark down that covered his upper lip; Eric was shorter
by some inches, but more thick-set and with broader shoulders,
predicting that he would be the bigger of the two as time rolled on.

The firstborn, Fritz, with his closely cropped hair and swarthy
complexion, took after his dead father, who had been a Holsteiner--a
mariner by profession, who had sailed his ship from the Elbe some years
before for the last time, and left his wife to bring up her fatherless
boys by the sweat of her brow and her own exertions; for Captain Dort
had left but little worldly goods behind him, his all being embarked
with himself in his ship, which was lost, with all hands on board, in
the North Sea.  Fritz and Eric had both been too young at the time to
appreciate the struggles of their mother to support herself and them,
until she had achieved a comfortable competency by teaching music and
languages in several rich Hanoverian families; and now she had no longer
to battle for her bread.

Eric took after her in face and expression, having the same light-
coloured hair and bright blue eyes; but there the resemblance ceased, as
hardly had he grown to boyhood than he evinced that desire for a sea
life which he must have inherited with his father's blood--he would, he
must be a sailor!

Being the youngest, he naturally was her pet; and thus, although the
recollection of her husband's fate was ever before her, and Madame Dort
had a dread of the sea which only those who have suffered a similar
bereavement can fully understand, she could not resist the boy's
continual pleadings, backed up as they were by his evident and
unaffected bias of mind towards everything connected with ships and
shipping; for, Eric never seemed so happy as when frequenting the quays
and talking with the sailors and sea-captains who came to the old port
of Lubeck, where of late years the mother had taken up her residence, in
order to be near Fritz, who had obtained a clerkship in a merchant's
house there, through the friendly offices of the parents of one of the
music-teacher's pupils.

Eric had already received his `sea-baptism,' so to speak, having been on
a trip to England in a Hamburgh cattle-boat, and on a cruise up the
Baltic in a timber-ship; but he was now going away in a Dutch vessel to
the East Indies, the voyage promising to occupy more than a year, so
there is no wonder that his mother was anxious on his account, thinking
she would never live to see him again.  It seemed so terrible to her as
she stood on the railway platform, surrounded by all the bustle and
preparation of the train about to depart, to fancy, as she gazed with
longing eyes at her brave and gallant Eric, with his lion-like head and
curling locks of golden hair, that she might never look on her sailor
laddie's merry, loving face any more; and, tears dropped from the
widow's eyes as she drew him towards her, clasping him to her, as if she
could not bear to let him go.

"Come, mother," said Fritz, after a moment's interval.  "Time is up!
The guard is calling out for the passengers to take their seats.  Eric,
old fellow, good-bye, and God bless you!  You will write to the mother
and me from every port you touch at?"

"Aye, surely," said the boy, a sob breaking his voice and banishing the
mannish composure which he had tried to maintain to the last.  "Good-
bye, Fritz; you'll take care of mother?"

"Don't you fear, that will I, brother!" was the answer in those earnest
tones which Fritz always used when he was making a promise and giving
his word to anything he undertook--a word which he never broke.

"And now, good-bye, mutterchen, my own darling little mother," said
Eric, clasping his mother in a last clinging hug; "you'll never forget
me, but will keep strong and well till I come back."

"I will try, my child, with God's help," sobbed out the poor lady.
"But, may He preserve you and bring you back safe to my arms!  Good-bye,
my darling.  You must never forget Him or me; my consolation in your
absence will be that your prayers will ascend to heaven along with

"You may trust me, mother, indeed you may.  Good-bye, little mother!
God bless you, mutterchen!  Good-bye!" cried out the sailor lad from the
carriage window; and then, the train moved off, puffing and panting out
of the station, leaving Fritz and his mother standing on the platform,
and waving their handkerchiefs in farewell to Eric, who was as busily
engaged gesticulating, with his hat in one hand and in the other a
newspaper that his brother had brought him, shouting out, `Lebewohl!'--a
sobbing farewell it was--for the last time, and still waving adieux when
his voice failed him!

"Never mind, my mother," said Fritz softly, giving his arm to the heart-
stricken lady, and leading her away with tender care from the railway
station to their now sadly bereaved home.  "Cheer up, and hope,
mutterchen!  You have a son still left you, who will never desert you or
quit his post of looking after you, till Eric, the dear boy, comes

"I know, my son, I know your love and affection," replied Madame Dort,
pressing his arm to her side affectionately; "but, who can tell what the
future may have in store for us?  Ah, it's a wise proverb that, dear
son, which reminds us that `man proposes, but God disposes!'"

"It is so," murmured Fritz, more to himself than to her; "still, I trust
we'll all meet again beneath the old roof-tree."

"And I the same, from the bottom of my heart!" said his mother, in
cordial sympathy with his wish, as she began to ascend the steps leading
up to her dwelling; while Fritz returned to the counting-house of his
employer, Herr Grosschnapper, to finish those duties which had been
interrupted by his having to see Eric off.



It was late in the autumn when Eric left Lubeck on his way to Rotterdam,
where he was to go on board the good ship _Gustav Barentz_, bound on a
trading voyage to the eastern isles of the Indian Ocean; and, as the
year rolled on, bringing winter in its train--a season which the Dort
family had hitherto always hailed with pleasure on account of its
festive associations--the hours lagged with the now sadly diminished
little household in the Gulden Strasse; for, the merry Christmas-tide
reminded them more than ever of the absent sailor boy, who had always
been the very life and soul of the home circle, and the eagerly sought-
for guest at every neighbourly gathering.

"It does not seem at all the same now the dear lad is away on the seas,"
said old Lorischen, the whilom nurse, and now part servant, part
companion of Madame Dort.  "Indeed, I cannot fancy him far-distant at
all.  I feel as if he were only just gone out skating on the canal, and
that we might expect him in again at any moment!"

"Ah, I miss him every minute of the day," replied Madame Dort, who was
sitting on one side of the white porcelain stove that occupied a cosy
corner of the sitting-room, facing the old nurse, who was busily engaged
knitting a pair of lambs-wool stockings on the other.

"It is now--aye, just two months since the dear lad left us," continued
Lorischen, "and we've never had a line from him yet.  I hope no evil has
befallen the ship!"

"Oh, don't say such a thing as that," said Madame Dort nervously.  "The
vessel has a long voyage to make, and would only touch at the Cape of
Good Hope on her way; so we cannot expect to hear yet.  I wonder at you,
Lorischen, alarming me with your misgivings!  I am sure I am anxious
enough already about poor Eric."

"Ach himmel!  I meant no harm, dear lady," rejoined the other; "but,
when one has thoughts, you know, they must find vent, and I've been
dreaming of him the last three nights.  I do wish he were safe back
again.  The house is not itself without him."

"You are not the only one that thinks that," said Madame Dort.  "Why,
even the very birds that come to be fed at the gallery window miss him!
They won't take their bread crumbs from my hand as they used to do last
winter from his; you remember how tame they were, and how they would hop
on his shoulder when he opened the window and called them?"

"Aye, that do I, well!  He was a kind lad to bird and beast alike.
There is my old cat, which another boy would have tormented according to
the nature of all boys where poor cats are concerned; but Eric loved it,
and petted it like myself!  Many a time I see Mouser looking up at that
model of his ship there, blinking his eyes as if he knew well where the
young master is, for cats have deeper penetration than human folk give
them credit for.  I heard him miaow-wowing this morning; and, when I
went to look for him, there he was on the top of the stove, if you
please, gazing up at the little ship, with his tail up in the air as
stiff as a hair-brush!  I couldn't make it out at all, and that's what
made me so thoughtful to-day about the dear lad, especially as I'd
dreamt of him, too."

"My dear Lorischen, you absurd creature," laughed out Madame Dort.  "I'm
glad you said that.  Don't you know what was old Mouser's grievance?
Was I not close behind you at the time the cat was making the noise, and
did not Burgher Jans' dog rush out of the room as the door was opened?
Of course, Mouser got on the stove to be out of his way, and that was
why you thought he was speaking in cat language to poor Eric's little
model ship.  What a superstitious old lady you are, to be sure!"

"Ah well, you may think so, and explain it away, madame," said
Lorischen, in no way convinced; "but I have my beliefs all the same; and
I think that cat knows more than you and I do.  Dear, dear!  There, I
declare it is snowing again.  What a Christmas we will have, and how the
dear lad would have enjoyed it, eh?"

"Yes, that he would," rejoined the other.  "He did love to watch the
snowflakes come down, and talk of longing to see an Arctic winter; but I
hope it will not fall so heavily as to block the railway, and prevent us
from getting any letters."

"I hope not," replied Lorischen sympathisingly.  "That would be a bad
look-out, especially at Christmas time!  Look, the roof of the Marien
Kirche is covered already: what must it not be in the open country!"

The old town presented a very different aspect now to what it had done
when Madame Dort had walked by Eric's side to the railway station, for
the red tiles of the houses were hidden from view by the white covering
which now covered the face of nature everywhere--the frozen canal ways
and river, with the ice-bound ships along the quays and the tall poplar
trees and willows on the banks, as well as the streets and market-place,
being thickly powdered, like a gigantic wedding-cake, with snow-dust;
while icicles hung pendent, as jewels, from the masts of the vessels and
the boughs of the trees alike, and from the open-work galleries of the
market hall and groined carvings of the archways and outside staircases
that led to the upper storeys of the ancient buildings around.  These
latter glittered in every occasional ray of sunshine that escaped every
now and then from the overhanging clouds, flashing out strange radiant
shades of colouring to light up the monotonous tone of the landscape.

Madame Dort rose from her chair and went to the window where she
remained for some little time watching the fast descending flakes that
came down in never-ceasing succession.

"I'm afraid it is going to be a very heavy fall," said she presently,
after gazing at the scene around in the street below.  Then, lifting her
eyes, she noticed that the heavy mass of snow-clouds on the horizon had
now crept up to the zenith, totally obscuring the sun, and that the wind
had shifted to the north-east--a bad quarter from whence to expect a
change at that time of year.

"But, dear me, there is Fritz!  I wonder what brings him home so early
to-day?" she exclaimed again after another pause.  "See," she added,
"the dear child!  He has got something white in his hand, and is waving
it as he comes up the stairway.  It's a letter, I'm sure; and it must be
from Eric!"

Old Lorischen bounced out of her chair at this announcement and was at
the door of the room almost as soon as her mistress; but, before either
could touch the handle, it was opened from without, and Fritz came into
the apartment.

"Hurrah, mother!" he shouted out in joyful tones.  "Here's news from
Eric at last!  A letter in his own dear handwriting.  I have not opened
it yet; but it must have been put on board some passing vessel homewards
bound, as it is marked `ship's letter,' and I've had to pay two
silbergroschen for it.  Open it and read, mother dear; I'm so anxious to
hear what our boy says."

With trembling hands Madame Dort tore the envelope apart, and soon made
herself mistress of the contents of the letter.  It was only a short
scrawl which the sailor lad had written off hurriedly to take advantage
of the opportunity of sending a message home by a passing ship, as his
brother had surmised--Eric not expecting to have been able to forward
any communication until the vessel reached the Cape; and, the stranger
only lying-to for a brief space of time to receive the despatches of the
_Gustav Barentz_, he could merely send a few hasty lines, telling them
that he was well and happy, although he missed them all very much, and
sending his "dearest love" to his "own little mother" and "dear brother
Fritz," not forgetting "darling, cross old Lorischen," and the "cream-
stealing Mouser."

"Just hear that, the little fond rascal!" exclaimed the worthy old
nurse, when Madame Dort read out this postscript.  "To think of his
calling me cross, and accusing Mouser of stealing; it is just like his
impudence, the rogue!  I only wish he were here now, and I would soon
tell him a piece of my mind."

Eric added that they had had a rough passage down the North Sea, his
vessel having to put into Plymouth, in the English Channel, for repairs;
and that, as she was a bad sailer, they expected to be much longer on
the voyage than had been anticipated.  He said, too, that if the wind
was fair, the captain did not intend to stop at the Cape, unless
compelled to call in for provisions and water, but to push on to Batavia
so as not to be late for the season's produce.  He had overheard him
telling the mate this, and now informed those at home of the fact that
they might not be disappointed at not receiving another letter from him
before he reached the East Indies, which would be a most unlikely case,
unless they had the lucky chance of communicating a second time with a
homeward-bound ship--a very improbable contingency, vessels not liking
to stop on their journey and lay-to, except in answer to a signal of
distress or through seeing brother mariners in peril.

"So, you see," said Madame Dort, as soon as she had reached the end of
the sheet, "we must not hope to hear from the dear boy again for some
time, and can only trust that all will go well with him on the voyage!"
She heaved a heavy sigh from the bottom of her mother's heart as she
spoke, and her face looked sad again, like it had been before Eric's
letter came.

"Yes, that's right enough, mutterchen," answered Fritz hopefully; "but,
you can likewise see that Providence has watched over our Eric so far,
in preserving him safely, and there is now no reason for our feeling any
alarm on his account.  We shall hear from him in the spring, without
doubt, telling us of his safe arrival at Java, and saying what time we
may look forward to expecting him home.  At any rate, this dear letter
comes welcome enough now, and it will enable us to have a happier
Christmas-tide than we should otherwise have passed."

"Ach, that it does," put in old Lorischen, beginning again to bustle
about the room with all her former zest in making preparations for the
coming festival, which her melancholy forebodings about Eric and
superstitious, fears anent the cat's colloquy in the morning had
somewhat interrupted: "we shall have a right merry Christmas in spite of
the dear lad's absence.  We must remember that he will be with us in
spirit, at least, and it would grieve him if we were down-hearted!"

This wise reflection of the old nurse, coupled with Fritz's hopeful
words, appeared to have a cheering influence on Madame Dort, whom many
trials had made rather more despondent than could have been expected
from her bright, handsome face, which did not seem sometimes to have
ever known what sorrow was; although, like Eric's, it exhibited for the
moment every passing mood, so that those familiar with her disposition
could almost read her very thoughts, her nature being so open.
Banishing her gloom away, apparently by the mere effort of will, she now
proceeded to assist Lorischen in getting the room decorated for the
Christmas Eve feast, of which all partook with more merriment and
content than the little household in the Gulden Strasse had known since
the sailor boy left.  Nay, it seemed to them, happy with the tidings of
his safety and well-being, that Eric was there too in their midst; for
they drank his health before separating for the night, and his mother,
when placing the surprise presents, which were to tell the members of
the family in the morning that they had not been overlooked in the
customary distribution of those little gifts that form the most pleasing
remembrances of the festive season in Germany, did not omit also to fill
the stocking which Eric had suspended from the head of his bedstead
before leaving--he having laughingly said that he expected to find it
chock-full when he returned home in time for the next Christmas feast,
as he was certain that Santa Claus would never be so unkind as to forget
him because he chanced to be away and so missed his turn in the usual
visit of the benevolent patron of the little ones!

Time passed on at Lubeck, the same as it does everywhere else.  The year
turned and the months flew by.  Winter gave place to spring, when the
adamantine chains with which the ice-king had bound the rivers and
waters of the north were loosed asunder by the mighty power of the
exultant sun; the snow melted away from the earth, which decked itself
in green to rejoice at its freedom, smiling in satisfaction with
flowers; while the trees began to clothe their ragged limbs and branches
in dainty apparel, and the birds to sing at the approach of summer.

June came, when Madame Dort had fully expected to hear of Eric's arrival
at Batavia; but the month waned to its close without any letter coming
to gladden the mother's heart again, nor was there any news to be heard
of the good ship _Gustav Barentz_ in the commercial world--not a single
telegram having been received to report her having reached her
destination, nor was there any mention of her having been seen and
signalled by some passing vessel, save that time when she was met off
the Cape de Verde Islands in the previous November.  It began to look

But, while Madame Dort was filled with apprehension as to the fate of
her younger son, a sudden conjuncture of circumstances almost made her
forget Eric.  This was, the unexpected summons of Fritz from her side,
to battle with the legions of Germany against the threatened invasion of
"the Fatherland" by France.

At the time, it looked sudden enough.  A little cloud, no bigger than a
man's hand, had arisen on the horizon of European politics, which, each
moment, grew blacker and more portentous; and, in a brief while, it
burst into a war that deluged the vine-clad slopes of Rhineland and the
fair plains of Lorraine with blood and fire, making havoc everywhere.
Now, however, looking back on all the events of that terrible struggle
and duly weighing the surroundings and impelling forces leading up to
it, allowing also for all temporary excuses and pretexts, and admitting
all that can be said for partisanship on either side, there can be no
use in blinking at the pregnant fact that the real cause of the war
arose from a desire to settle whether the French or the Germans were the
strongest in sheer brute force--just in the same way as two men, or
boys, fight with nature's weapons in a pugilistic encounter to strive
for the mastery, thus indulging in passions which they share with the
beasts of the field!

The long, steady, complete preparation for war on each side shows that
this very simple and intelligible motive was at the bottom of it all;
and it is pitiable to think, for the sake of human nature, when
recapitulating the history of this fearful conflict of fifteen years ago
which caused such misery and murderous loss of life, that two of the
most polished, advanced, educated, and representative nations of Europe
at that time should not have apparently attained a higher code of
civilised morality than that adopted by the natives of Dahomey--one,
ruled over by the blood-stained fetish of human sacrifice!  As the world
advances, looking at the matter in this light, we seem to have exchanged
one sort of barbarism for another, and the present one appears almost
the worse of the two, by the very reason of its being mixed up with so
much scientific advancement, cultural refinement, and the higher
development of man.  It is like the old devil returning and bringing
with him seven other devils more powerful for evil than their original
prototype, this prostitution of learning, intellect, and philosophy to
the most debasing influences of human nature!

These thoughts, however, did not affect either Fritz or his mother at
the time.

Not being the only son of a widow, in which case he might have been
exempted from service, Fritz, when he had reached his eighteenth year,
had been compelled to join the ranks of the national army; and, after
completing the ordinary course of drill, had been relegated to the
Landwehr and allowed to return home to his civic occupation.  But, when
the order was promulgated throughout the German empire to mobilise the
vast human man-slaying machine which General Moltke and Prince Bismark
had constructed with such painstaking care that units could be
multiplied into tens, and tens into hundreds, and hundred into
thousands--swelling into a gigantic host of armed men almost at a
moment's notice, ready either to guard the frontier from invasion, or to
hurl its resistless battalions on the hated foe whose defeat had been
such a long-cherished dream--the young clerk received peremptory orders
to join the headquarters of the regiment to which he was attached.  The
very place and hour at which he was to report himself to his commanding
officer were named in the general order forwarded along with his railway
pass, so comprehensive were the details of the Prussian military
organisation.  This latter so thoroughly embraced the entire country
after the absorption of the lesser states on the collapse of Koniggratz,
that each separate individual could be moved at any given moment to a
certain defined point; while the instructions for his guidance were so
complete and perfect, that they could not fail to be understood.

Fritz had to proceed, in the first instance, to the capital city of his
state, Hanover, now no longer a kingdom, but only a small division of
the great empire into which it was incorporated.  For him there was no
chance of evasion or getting out of the obligation to serve, for the
whilom "kingdom" having withstood to the last during the six weeks' war
the onward progress to victory of the all-devouring Prussians, her
citizens would be at once suspected of disloyalty on the least sign of
any defection.  Besides, a keen official eye was kept on the movements
of all Hanoverians, their patriotism to the newly formed empire being
diligently nourished by a military rule as stern and strict as that of

"Oh, my boy, my firstborn! and must I lose thee too?" exclaimed Madame
Dort, when Fritz made her acquainted with the news of his summons to
headquarters.  "Truly Providence sees fit to afflict me for my sins, to
try me with this fresh calamity!"

"Pray do not take such a sombre view of my departure, dear mother," said
Fritz.  "Why, probably, in a month's time I will be back again in old
Lubeck; for, I'm sure, we'll double up the French in a twinkling."

"Ah, my child, you do not know what a campaign is, yet!  The matter will
not be settled so easily as you think.  War is a terrible thing, and the
Prussians may not be able to crush the whole power of the French nation
in the same way in which they conquered Austria and Saxony, and subdued
our own little state four years ago."

"But, mother recollect, that now we shall be fighting all together for
the Fatherland," said Fritz, who like most young Germans was well read
in his country's history, and to him the remembrance of the old war
time, when Buonaparte trampled over central Europe, was as fresh as if
it were only yesterday.  "We've long been waiting for this day, and it
has come at last!  Besides, dear mutterchen, you forget that the
Landwehr, to which I belong, will only act as a reserve, and will not
probably take any part in the fighting--worse luck!"  He added the
latter words under his breath, for it was not so long since he had
abandoned his barrack-room life for him to have lost the soldierly
instincts there implanted into him; and, truth to say, he longed for the
strife, the summons to arms making him "sniff the battle from afar like
a young war-horse!"  The French declaration of war and the proclamation
of the German emperor had roused the people throughout the country into
a state of patriotic frenzy; so that, from the North Sea to the Danube,
from the Rhine to the Niemen, the summons to meet the ancient foe was
responded to with an alacrity and devotion which none who witnessed the
stirring scenes of that period can ever forget.

Fritz was no less eager than his comrades; and, considerably within the
interval allowed him for preparation, he and the others of his corps
living in the same vicinity were on their way to Hanover.

This second parting with another of her children almost wrung poor
Madame Dort's heart in twain; but, like the majority of German mothers
at the time, she sent off her son, with a blessing, "to fight for his
country, his Fatherland"; for, noble and peasant alike, every wife and
mother throughout the length and breadth of the land seemed to be
infected with the patriotism of a Roman matron.  Madame Dort would be
second to none.

"Good-bye, my son," she said, "be brave, although I need hardly tell
your father's son that, and do your duty to God and your country!"

"I will, mother; I will," said Fritz, giving her a last kiss, as the
train rolled away with him out of the station to the martial strains of
"Der Deutsche Vaterland," which a band was playing on the platform in
honour of the young recruits going to the war.

The widow had to-day no son left to support her steps homeward to the
desolate house in the Gulden Strasse, now bereaved of her twin hopes,
Fritz and Eric both; only old Lorischen was by her side, and she felt
sadly alone.

"Both gone, both gone!" she murmured to herself as she ascended the
outside stairway that led to her apartments in the upper part of the
house.  "It will be soon time for me to go, too!"

"Ach nein, dear mistress," said the faithful servant and friend who was
now the sole companion left to share the deserted home.  "What would
become of me in that case, eh?  We will wait and watch for the truants
in patience and hope.  They'll come back to us again in God's good time;
and they will be all the more precious to us by their being taken from
us now.  Himmel! mistress, why we've lots of things to do to get ready
for their return!"



The actual declaration of war by France against Germany was not made
until the 15th of July, 1870, reaching Berlin some four days later; but,
for some weeks prior to that date, there is not the slightest doubt that
both sides were busily engaged in mobilising their respective armies and
making extensive preparations for a struggle that promised at the outset
to be "a war to the knife"--the cut-and-dried official announcement of
hostilities only precipitating the crisis and bringing matters to a
head, so to speak.

On the general order being given throughout the states of the Empire to
place the national army on a war footing, in a very few days the
marvellous system by which the German people can be marshalled for
battle, "each tribe and family according to its place, and not in an
aggregate of mere armed men," was in full operation throughout the land;
and, under the influence of fervid zeal, of well-tested discipline, and
of skilful arrangement, the Teuton hosts became truly formidable.  From
the recruiting ground allotted to it, each separate battalion speedily
called in its reserves, expanding into full strength, the regiments so
formed being at once arrayed into divisions and corps under proved
commanders, furnished with every appliance which modern military science
deemed necessary.  These battalions composed the first line of defence
for the Fatherland; while behind them, to augment the regular troops,
again following out local distinctions and keeping up "the family
arrangement," the Landwehr stood in the second line; the additional
reserve of the Landsturm--yet to be called out in the event of fresh
levies being required for garrisoning the fortresses with this militia
force, so as to enable the trained soldiery to move onward and fill up
the casualties of the campaign--forming a third line of defence.

These gigantic masses were organised with the celerity and precision of
clockwork, and then sent forward westward, perfectly equipped--in the
highest sense a national army, being over four hundred thousand strong!

Day after day, up to the end of July, the different railway lines of
Germany bore the mighty host onward to the banks of the Rhine in endless
succession of train-loads.  Mass after mass of armed men, duly supplied
with all the material of war, advanced rapidly, yet in due pre-arranged
order, to the points selected for their gathering; while, in the
meantime, the fortresses along the line of the river, where the first
French attack was expected to be made, were put in a proper state of
defence, and now, with strong garrisons, repaired works, ditches filled,
and ramparts crowned with Krupp cannon, were prepared to defy the
invader.  By the first week of August three great armies had taken
possession of the strip of territory, lying between the lower stream of
the Moselle and the Rhine, which had for centuries been a battlefield
between the German and French races, and which was now to witness
fighting on a scale which put every previous campaign into the shade.
The first army, under the veteran General Steinmetz, who had won his
spurs at Waterloo, had been moved from the north down the valley of the
Moselle and along the railway from Bingen, with its headquarters at the
strongly fortified town of Coblentz.  The second, or "central army,"
under Prince Frederick Charles, "the Red Prince," as his enthusiastic
soldiers styled him, occupied Mannheim and Mayence, guarding the Vosges,
through which was the principal avenue to the heart of the coveted
Rhineland provinces; while the third army, under the Crown Prince of
Prussia, who, as is well-known, is married to our own "Princess Royal,"
had its headquarters at Landau, where also the Baden and Wurtemberg
contingents had to rendezvous.

"The ball was opened"--to use the light-hearted expression of a French
journalist in describing the commencement of the murderous struggle for
supremacy between the two nations--at Saarbruck on the 2nd of August,
1870, when the late ill-fated Prince Imperial of France received his
"baptism of fire"; but the first real engagement of the war did not
occur till two days later, at Weissembourg, this being succeeded by the
terrible battle of Woerth on the 6th of the month, when the German army
under the Crown Prince of Prussia crumpled up the forces of Mcmahon, and
thus effectually disposed of the previously much-vaunted superiority of
the French military system, with its chassepot rifle and mitrailleuse.

With these initial victories of Germany we have not much to do, however;
for Fritz belonged to the Hanoverian division, which formed one of the
units of the Tenth Army Corps, under the command of Steinmetz, which did
not come into action until later on.

On joining his regiment at headquarters, our young recruit from Lubeck,
hastily summoned to exchange the pen and desk of a Dutch merchant's
counting-house for the needle-gun and camp of the soldier, discovered to
his great joy, that, instead of having to go through the tedious routine
of garrison duty--which he had expected would have mainly composed his
experiences of the war--the French invasion of Rhineland had so suddenly
collapsed, that the Teuton forces, which had been assembled for the
original purpose of defending the native soil, were now able to take the
offensive and in their turn invade the territory of the foe; and, thus,
he would be able to see active service on the field.  This was a
consummation dearly desired on his part, for he was young and ardent;
although, perhaps, the order to go forwards was not quite so much
relished by some of his comrades, who were married men and preferred the
quiet of their home fireside to the many risks and discomforts of a
campaign, which, at the beginning, they did not look upon so hopefully
as their leaders.

"Hurrah!" he exclaimed one morning at Coblentz, when the division in
which he served was paraded on the Platz in heavy marching order, the
men hurriedly falling into the ranks.  "No more sentry rounds now and
guard-mounting; we're off to Paris!"

"Don't you crow too loudly, my young bantam," said a veteran near him;
"we'll have a long march first, and then perhaps one of those confounded
chassepot bullets we've heard so much of will put you feet foremost, in
a way you won't like!"

"Bah!" replied Fritz; "I'll run the chance of that.  Anything is better
than stopping here kicking our heels in this old town, while our
brothers are gaining laurels in the battlefield!"

"Ach, mein lieber," said the other; "wait till you've seen a little of
the reality of war, the same as I did four years ago at Sadowa; you'll
then think differently.  It all looks very well now, with your smart new
uniform and bright helmet; but, when the one is ragged with bayonet cuts
and bloody and dirty, and the other doesn't preserve you from a leaden
headache, you will prefer, like me, barrack life--aye, even in

"Hush there! order in the ranks!" sang out an officer at this moment,
stopping Fritz's answer; and, the word of command being presently given
to march, the conversation was not renewed.

After the fearful loss they had suffered at Woerth, which battle was
followed up by the sanguinary defeat of Frossard at Forbach, to the left
of their line, on the same day, the French fell back on Metz as their
rallying point, hoping by means of the vast entrenched camp there and
its facilities of communication with Chalons and Verdun, to be able to
make a stand against the enemy, now pressing them so sore.  Military
critics say that this was the greatest mistake made by the Emperor
Napoleon's advisers; and that, had the forces under Bazaine retreated
farther to the west--after throwing a sufficient garrison into Metz--
they might have been able to effect a junction with the defeated army of
Mcmahon, which that general was withdrawing into the interior and from
which they were now completely cut off.

Be that as it may, however, during this interval of inactivity, when the
shattered fragments of the magnificent French army--which had so proudly
assumed the offensive but a bare fortnight before along the frontiers of
the Rhine--were idling away precious moments that were fraught with
peril and disaster to the Gallic race, the huge German masses, animated
by a sense of victory and the consciousness of a superiority in arms as
well as in numbers, were sweeping forward like a whirlwind of
destruction.  The Crown Prince, who had routed Mcmahon at Woerth and
driven the wedge in that separated him from Bazaine, continued his
onward march on the left of the German line through the passes of the
Vosges into the fertile plains of Champagne.  At the same time, Prince
Frederick Charles, with the main portion of the second army, had crossed
the Moselle at Pont-a-Mousson; and, moving northwards, was already in a
position to threaten the line of the French retreat on Verdun, while the
remainder of the Red Prince's forces were advancing to the eastward of
Metz.  The columns, too, of Steinmetz, moving with mathematical
regularity at an equal rate of progression, were also being echelonned
along the northern face of the fortress, just within striking distance.

To put it concisely, some two hundred and fifty thousand unbeaten German
soldiers, with an artillery numbering over eight hundred guns, almost
surrounded the stronghold of Lorraine and the far weaker and partly
demoralised force which the French had gathered together beneath its
walls, only, as it turned out subsequently, to court defeat and

It was not until the 14th of August that the series of battles that were
to rage round Metz, began.

Early in the morning of that day--apparently for the first time struck
with an apprehension of having his retreat on Chalons by way of Verdun
interfered with and his communications with his base of supply cut off,
thus appreciating his critical position only when it was too late to
remedy it--the French Marshal commenced crossing the Moselle with his
vanguard.  The entire body of troops, however, did not reach the river;
for, three corps, which had been encamped to the eastward of the
fortress, delayed their departure until the afternoon--a tardiness that
enabled Steinmetz to attack their rear and detain them on the spot,
until the flanking movement of Prince Frederick Charles' army beyond the
Moselle towards Pont-a-Mousson had been completed.  A bloody and
indecisive action was the result, in which, if the Germans did not gain
a victory, they succeeded in accomplishing their object--that of
detaining the French troops before Metz, until their retreat on Verdun
should be impossible of achievement.

On the 16th occurred the battle of Vionville; and, two days later, that
of Gravelotte, the bloodiest contest that took place between the
opposing forces throughout the entire war--the first general engagement,
too, in which our friend Fritz really "smelt powder" and became an
active participant.

The rough skirmishing work which some of the divisions of the army corps
under Steinmetz had already had, during the intervening days since the
14th, somewhat prepared the soldiers of the Waterloo veteran for
butchery.  They could plainly perceive from his tactics that their
general was one who would spare no sacrifice of human life in order to
gain his end and defeat the enemy.  The corpses piled high on the field
of Vionville of the Cuirassiers and Ziethen Hussars, who had been
ordered to charge batteries of artillery in Balaclava fashion, afforded
proof enough of that; and the men said, with a laugh and a shrug of the
shoulders, "Ah, yes; we're going to have a warm time of it now with `Old
Blood and Iron,' we are!"

And they had!

Fritz had barely dropped to sleep on the evening of the 17th, when,
towards midnight, he was aroused by the wild music of military trumpets,
blown apparently from every bivouac in his neighbourhood for miles

"Who goes there?" he exclaimed, raising himself up on his elbow, but
half awake and dreaming he was on sentry duty.

"Rouse up! rouse up!" shouted a comrade in his ear, and then he
recollected all at once where he was.  As he sprang to his feet, the
noise throughout the camp told without further explanation that an
important crisis was at hand, for the measured tramp of marching
battalions pulsated the ground like the beat of a muffled drum, while
above this sound could be heard the roll of wheels and dragging of gun
limbers, and the ringing of horses' hoofs, all swelling into a perfect
roar of sound.

Bazaine, having been driven back from the forward positions his army had
attained on the Verdun and Etain roads, in its progress of retreat
towards Chalons, by the intervention of the German forces, now sought a
fresh vantage-ground during the brief respite allowed by his enemy--one,
that is, where he would be able not only to offer a determined
resistance, but also retain his lines of retreat; and whence, if
victorious, he might be able to break forth and make good his intended
movement on Chalons.  Such a position he found in the range of uplands,
which, intersected at points by ravines, with brooks and difficult
ground in front and with belts of wood in the near distance, extends
from the village of Gravelotte on the north-east to Privat-la-Montaigne,
beyond the road that runs from Metz to the whilom German frontier; and,
throughout the whole of the previous day the Marshal had been busily
engaged in stationing his troops along this line collecting every means
of defence which could add to its natural strength.

The arrangements of Bazaine certainly gave proof on this occasion of
that tactical skill for which he had previously been renowned.

The French left, occupying Gravelotte at the junction of the roads from
Verdun and Etain and thence extended along the high-road to Metz, held a
range of heights, with a wood beneath, which commanded all the
neighbouring approaches.  This position, besides, was protected in front
by lines of entrenchments, with rifle-pits and a formidable display of
artillery; and, shielded in its rear by the heavily armed fort of Saint
Quentin, might well-nigh be considered impregnable.  Bazaine's centre,
although not so strongly placed, had also the advantage of rising
ground; and, the right of the line was equally protected by natural and
artificial means.  Along this admirably selected fighting ground the
French Marshal posted some hundred thousand men altogether, clinging to
Gravelotte with his best troops, and leaving about twenty thousand as a
reserve near Metz--thus acting entirely on the defensive.

While Bazaine had been making these preparations, the German leaders had
not by any means been idle.  On the same day that the French Marshal was
entrenching himself on his chosen field of battle, the entire force of
the second army, under the Red Prince, approaching from Pont-a-Mousson,
had come into line; and, in communication with the first army, under old
"Blood and Iron" Steinmetz, had completely crossed the French, line of
retreat, occupying the Verdun and Etain roads northward from Rezonville
to Doncourt, with the remaining corps that had remained to the east of
Metz supporting the rear and right flank.  Altogether, the German
commanders had at least nine army corps in hand; and when the
reinforcements were brought up, they could calculate on possessing a
force of no less than two hundred and forty thousand men to hurl against
their antagonists, thus overmatched at the very outset by at least two
to one.

The Teuton plan of battle, as subsequently detailed, premised, that, as
the French left at Gravelotte was prodigiously strong, making it
extremely difficult to carry that position without enormous sacrifices,
it would be preferable to move a large part of the army across Bazaine's
front, in order to assail and crush his right wing, which was protected
in the rear by Metz, and so could not be turned in that direction.  It
was also decided that, at the same time, a forward attack should be made
as a feint on Gravelotte, the German commanders hoping that under the
double pressure of a simultaneous onslaught on both its wings, the
French army would lose its hold of the Verdun and Etain roads--which of
course it was Bazaine's object to secure--when, being driven in under
the guns of Metz, his forces would there be isolated and completely cut
off from any further action in the campaign.

This result, it may be here stated, was ultimately attained, although
the turning movement against the right of the French line was found to
be impracticable shortly after it was undertaken and had to be given up,
the operations of the German host being subsequently confined to an
attack in front on the formidable position of Gravelotte--which, with
its ridge of hills lined with fortifications and strengthened with rows
of rifle-pits that covered the slopes in every direction, overtopping
each other like seats in a circus, seemed proof against attack.

Marching in the darkness, he knew not whither, by the side of comrades
in solid phalanx, Fritz found himself, when morning broke, at the rear
of some other battalions that were concealed from the enemy behind a
mass of brushwood and scattered forest trees.  These grew on an elevated
plateau from which a very good view could be obtained of the field of
battle, the rising sun lighting up the whole landscape and displaying
the beautiful details of the country around, so soon, alas! to be marred
by the terrible havoc of battle, bringing fire and ruin and bloodshed in
its train.

On the left, stretched out like a silver thread amidst the green sheen
of the foliage the road leading to Verdun and Paris beyond, lined along
its extent with rows of tall poplars planted with mathematical
regularity; while a series of pretty villages, each with its own church
steeple and surrounded by charming villa residences, only a few hundred
yards apart apparently, broke the monotonous regularity of the highway--
Mars la Tour, Florigny, Vionville, Rezonville, Malmaison, and last,
though by no means least, Gravelotte, which was in the immediate
foreground.  On the right were thickly wooded hills; and, far away in
the distance, glittered the peaks and pinnacles of Metz, the whole
forming a lovely panorama, spread out below in the smiling valley of

As Fritz was looking on this scene with mingled feelings, a splendid
regiment of uhlans dashed up behind the infantry; and, when they reached
the brow of the hill, they broke into a wild hurrah, which almost seemed
to thrill their horses, which neighed in chorus.  This provoked a
responsive echo from the marching battalions on foot; and then, the
cavalry galloped forwards.  At the same time, distant cannonading could
be heard in the neighbourhood of Vionville, and shells were seen
bursting in the air around the French positions at Point du Jour, with
the smaller puffs of smoke from rifles in action between the trees

The battle had begun.

Bang, bang, went the guns; and soon the cannonade, drawing in closer and
closer upon the doomed villages, became a deafening roar, with streams
of hurtling missiles shrieking overhead and bursting with a crash at
intervals.  Masses of men could be perceived winding in and out along
the main road and the side lanes like ants, a gap every now and then
showing in their ranks when some shot had accomplished its purpose.  By
twelve o'clock the engagement had become general; although, as yet, it
had been only a battle of the guns, which bellowed and hurled
destruction on assailant and defender alike--the curious harsh grating
sound of the French mitrailleuse being plainly perceptible above the
thunder of the cannon and rattle of musketry, "just like the angry growl
of a cross dog under a wagon when some one pretends to take away his
bone!" as one of the men said.

The Ninth Army Corps, composed of Schleswig-Holsteiners, Fritz's
compatriots and close neighbours, were the first to come into collision
with the enemy's van but soon the Hanoverian artillery had to follow
suit; and bye-and-bye, in the main attack on Gravelotte, the infantry
became engaged at last, much to the relief of the men, who were bursting
with impatience at being allowed to rest idly on their arms when such
stirring scenes were being enacted before their eyes.

This was not, however, until the French positions in front of Vionville
had been carried, a success only achieved late in the afternoon, after
the most desperate fighting and when the slaughter-dealing Steinmetz
ordered an advance in front of the enemy's defences.

A tremendous fire of artillery was first concentrated on the French
works, one hundred and twenty guns taking part in the bombardment; and
then, after about half an hour's shelling, the leading Prussian regiment
dashed up the slopes above Gravelotte.  The men were rushing into the
very jaws of death; for, when they had got about half-way up, the
mitrailleuses opened on them, doing terrible execution at close
quarters.  The brave fellows, however, pressed on, though they fell
literally by hundreds.  Indeed, they actually got into the works, and a
half battery of four-pounder guns which had followed them up was close
in their rear on their way to the crest of the hill, when the French,
who had run their mitrailleuses farther back some four hundred yards to
avoid capture, opened so deadly a fire that the "forlorn hope" had to
retire again down the slope--leaving the guns behind them, for every
horse in the battery had been killed or disabled.  After this, a mad
attempt was made to charge the hill with cavalry, the cuirassiers and
uhlans dashing up the road at the French works; but men and horses were
mowed down so rapidly that the scattered remnants of these fine
squadrons had to retire like the infantry.  A third effort was made by
another line regiment, the men advancing in skirmishing order, instead
of in column like the first pioneers of the attack; but although this
attempt was covered by a tremendous artillery fire, it was equally
unsuccessful.  Some of the men certainly managed to reach the French
batteries, but they were then shot down in such numbers by the terrible
mitrailleuses that they could not hold their ground.

These different episodes of the battle consumed the greater portion of
the afternoon, although of course fighting was going on elsewhere along
the line.  Fritz's battalion was engaged in another part of the field,
and in the Bois du Vaux, as well as on the opposite bank of the Moselle,
it did good service in crushing in the wing of the French.  Here Fritz
had an opportunity of distinguishing himself.  In charging an entrenched
outwork held by the enemy, the captain of his company got struck down by
a bullet; when, as no officer remained to take his place, Fritz
gallantly seized the sword of the fallen man, leading on his comrades to
the capture of the battery, which had been annoying the German reserves
greatly by its fire.  Fortunately, too, for Fritz, his commanding
officer, General Von Voigts-Rhetz, not only noticed his bravery on the
occasion, but let him know that it should not be forgotten at

Meanwhile, the continual bombardment of the French position was
maintained, and about half-past six o'clock in the evening a last
desperate attack was made on Gravelotte--the outlying farmhouse of La
Villette, which was the key to the defence, being especially assailed.
The reserve artillery being brought up commenced playing upon the still
staunchly guarded slopes with storms of shot and shell; and, presently,
the farmhouse was in flames, although the garden was still held by the
French, who had crenellated the walls, making it into a perfect redan.
A gallant foot regiment then took the lead of the German forces,
charging up the deadly slope, followed by a regiment of hussars; when,
after more than an hour spent in the most desperate fighting of the day,
the French at last began to retire from the entrenchments which they had
defended so gallantly up to now, the infantry being protected in their
retreat by the murderous mitrailleuses that had so disunited the ranks
of their stubborn foes, the hoarse growl of their discharge being yet
heard in the distance long after the louder and sharper reports of the
guns and howitzers had generally ceased.

The evening was now closing in, and soon darkness reigned around, the
prevailing gloom being only broken by the fiery path of some bombshell
winging its parabolic flight through the air, or the long tongue of fire
darting forth from the mouth of a stray cannon; while, in the sky above,
the lurid smoke-clouds of burning houses joined with the shades of night
in casting a pall over the scene of hideous carnage which the bright day
had witnessed, hiding it for ever save from the memories of those who
were there and had shared its horrors.

The battle of Gravelotte was lost and won; but, to the Germans, the
victory was almost akin to a defeat, no less than five-and-twenty
thousand of the best troops of the "Fatherland" being either killed or

Fritz escaped scathless through all the perils of the day, in spite,
too, of his risking his life most unnecessarily on many occasions in
order to see the progress of the fight when his battalion was not in
action; but his favourite comrade, the veteran soldier who had fought at
Sadowa, received a bullet in his chest, and his life-blood was gradually
ebbing away when Fritz, kneeling at his side, asked him if he could do
anything for him.

"Ah, no," answered the poor fellow; "nobody can do anything for me now!
I told you, comrade, to wait till you saw what real war was like.
Himmel!  Sadowa and '66 were child's play to this here, with the fire of
the chassepot and that infernal mitrailleuse!  Hurrah, though we've
won!" shouted out the veteran in a paroxysm of patriotism; and then,
joining in with the chorus of "Die Wacht am Rhein," which a Prussian
corps was singing as they marched by, he thus sobbed out his last breath
and so died!

"His was a patriot soldier's end," said Fritz, as he closed his eyes and
covered over his face reverently with his pocket-handkerchief.

"Yes, so it was," chimed in the others sententiously.  "It is good so to



During the height of the struggle, Fritz had been carried away by a
perfect delirium of excitement, as if in a dream; and what he had done
had been done almost unconsciously, in spite of himself, and on the spur
of the moment.  He had been marched here; marched there; halted; ordered
to fire; charged with his comrades; retreated; charged again--all, as it
seemed, in one brief second of time!

What, with the continuous roar of artillery reverberating through the
surrounding hills; the constant ping; pinging and singing of rifle
bullets; the rattling discharge of platoon firing; the whirring of heavy
shot and shell through the air above the ranks and the bursting every
now and then of some huge bomb in their midst, knocking down the men
like ninepins and sending up a pyramid of dust and stones, mingled with
particles of their arms and clothing, as well as fragments of the torn
flesh of some victims, on the missile exploding in a sheet of crackling
flame, with a rasping, tearing noise--all combined with the thick
sulphureous cloud of gunpowder which hung over the battlefield, half
asphyxiating the combatants, whose hoarse cries of rage and hatred could
be heard above the noise of the cannon and discharges of musketry, mixed
up with the words of command of their different officers, the "_En
avant, mes amis_!" of the French, the stern "_Vorwarts_!" of the
Germans, and the occasional wild, weird, frenzied scream of some
stricken charger echoing shrilly in the distance, like the wail of a
lost soul in purgatory--the whole realised a mad riot of destruction and
carnival of blood, the essence of whose moving spirit appeared to take
possession of each one engaged, rendering him unaccountable for his
actions for the time being.  Like the rest, Fritz felt the "war fever"
upon him.  A red mist hovered before his eyes.  He smelt blood and
longed to spill more.  The fumes of brimstone acted on his senses like
hasheesh to narcotic smokers.  An irresistible impulse urged him
forwards.  A voice kept crying in his ears, "Kill and slay, and spare

This was while the fury of the combat lasted, when the Prussian
battalions were hurling their human waves in columns against the rocky
defences of Gravelotte, only for them to fall back impotently, like the
broken foam and spent wash of billows which have assailed in vain the
precipitous peaks of some cliff-defended coast that repels their every
attack; when the sharp clash of steel met opposing steel and galloping
thud of flying squadrons, urged on with savage oath and triumphant
cheer, filled the air; when the gurgling groan of the death-agony and
moan of painless pain, made the treble of the devil-music, to the
thundering sustained bass of the cannon roar, and the growling arpeggio
accompaniment of the mitrailleuse!

But, when, after one last fearful combined volley, in which every single
piece of ordnance on the field seemed to take part, the hideous turmoil
of sound ceased as if by mutual consent.  A sort of solemn hush, in
company with the night, caused comparative stillness to brood over the
scene, in contrast to the pandemoniacal noise that had previously
reigned so fiendishly.  Then, all of a sudden, Fritz appeared to awake
suddenly from a disturbed dream or phantom-haunted night-mare, in which
all the powers of evil were tearing at his heart and brain.  The war
fever, for him, had exhausted its final paroxysm.  The red mist had been
withdrawn from his eyes.  The thirst for blood from his soul.  He was
himself again; but a strangely altered self, for he felt weak and ill,
and as languid and worn-out as if he had just recovered from a fainting

It was at this moment that Hermann his comrade had been struck down by a
chassepot ball, winging its murderous mission from some unknown point;
and when Fritz had sat down by the side of the body, covering over the
face of the dead man, he did not seem to feel any desire to live or even
to rise up again, he was so utterly powerless and lacking in energy.
The majority of his fellow-soldiers appeared, too, to be in the same
mood, stretching their weary limbs on the ground in listless apathy, as
if caring for nothing; they did not either seem to be affected by hunger
or thirst, although it was more than twelve hours since they had broken
their fast; the fury of the fight had satiated them, taking away all
stamina and appetite.

Presently, however, an ambulance detachment, passing by on their
merciful errand to seek for the wounded, besought aid; and Fritz, with
others, at once sprang up and volunteered assistance to bear away those
to whom the surgeon's care could do any good to the field hospitals,
where their hurts could be attended to in a general way.  The number of
wounded men was so great that it was simply impossible for the doctors
to hunt after individual cases and treat them properly.

The battlefield was now covered by a dense cloud, illuminated at either
end of the valley in which it lay by two enormous fires of burning
houses.  But, above, the stars shone down peacefully from the blue vault
of heaven on the terrible picture of carnage below; and, as the smoke of
the gunpowder cleared away, the different points of the struggle could
be clearly picked out by reason of the heaps of corpses and dead horses,
piled beneath overturned cannon and broken limbers, shattered needle-
guns and chassepots, all of which were scattered around pell-mell in
endless profusion.

"Water, water, for the love of God!" was the heartrending cry that
proceeded everywhere from yet living men hidden among hecatombs of the
slain, as they heard the footsteps of the ambulance corps and their
helpers.  Really, the task was an endless one, to try to relieve the
misery around; for, hardly had one wounded wretch been saved from being
buried alive in the mountain of dead under which he writhed, than an
appeal for aid was heard in another direction--and yet again another,
until the bearers and relief corps themselves became exhausted.  Each
required forty pairs of hands instead of one!

It was terrible work to go over the scene of slaughter in cold blood,
with no fever of excitement to blot out the hideous details, now
displaying themselves in all their naked reality!  Conspicuously, in
front of La Villette, were to be seen the white trimmings of the
uniforms of the Prussian Imperial Guards; the red trousers of the French
line; the shining helmets of the cuirassiers, whose breastplates were
all torn and dented with shot, as if they had been ploughed over; while
the wind, now rising as the night progressed towards morning, rustled
the myriad leaves of white paper that had escaped from out of the French
staff carriages, blowing them across the valley, like a flock of sea-
gulls fluttering on the bosom of the breeze.

As the day broke, the bright beams of the rising sun lit up the field of
battle, only to disclose its horrors the more unmistakably.  The rays of
light, flashing on the exposed sword blades and bayonet points,
reflected little radiant gleams of brightness; but, the hands of those
who wielded them so valiantly not many hours agone were now cold and
cramped in the agony of death, alas!  Sad bruised eyes glared out from
disfigured faces under torn-open breasts, appearing to look up to where
the stars only so recently twinkled down, vainly asking Providence why
it had put the lightning into the hands of man for so fell a purpose!
Rows of infantry lay dead in perfect order, as if on parade, where the
mitrailleuse had mowed them down; whole squadrons of hussars and lancers
were heaped up in mass; and, in some of the French rifle-pits, there
were more than a thousand corpses piled, the one on top of another with
trim regularity, as if carefully arranged so.  Blue, red, and yellow
uniforms, with the occasional green of the Tyrolean Jager, were mixed
together in picturesque confusion along the Verdun road; in fact, the
dead and dying were everywhere in such prodigious numbers that the
hearts of those seeking out the wounded were appalled.

Worse than in the fields were the scenes displayed in the villages and
little towns along the white high-road to Metz, the tall poplars that
lined it being torn down by the round shot, thus blocking the way.  The
broken vehicles and baggage wagons that were mingled together in an
inextricable mass also added to the obstruction; Malmaison, Vionville,
and Rezonville were filled with war victims; and all the surgeons,
French as well as German, that could be summoned to help, were as busy
as they could possibly be.  Carriages and stretchers covered the open
places in front of every house, the Red Cross of Geneva being rudely
depicted on the doors, with the neutral flag of the society floating
above; while pools of blood marked the dressing places of the wounded,
the pale white faces of whom looked down in mute misery from the carts
in which they were being borne away to the rear to make room for others
to be attended to.  To complete the picture, those who had died under
operation were laid by the roadside until they could be collected bye-
and-bye for burial, the living having to be seen to first!

Released at length, after toiling through the night and early morning at
his voluntary labour, Fritz was able at last to return to the bivouac of
the Hanoverians; but, while on his way to camp, he passed one of the
most affecting pictures he had yet seen.  Hearing the howl of a dog, he
turned aside towards a little clump of trees from which the sound seemed
to come, and here he came up to a splendid large black retriever, which,
with one paw on a dead officer's breast and with his noble head raised
to the sky, was baying in that melancholy fashion in which dogs tell
their woe on being overcome by grief.  Near this little group was an
unfortunate horse sitting on its haunches, its hind-quarters having been
torn off by the discharge of a shell, or the passage of some conical
projectile.  The animal was moaning heavily with pain, and looked so
appealingly at Fritz out of its large deep eyes, that he raised a
revolver which he had picked up on the field and put the poor brute out
of its agony.  It was a different matter with the dog, however; although
he could not persuade the faithful retriever to leave his master's side;
and, as it was getting late, and Fritz thought he might be missed and
reported as a straggler from his corps, he hurried on to the camping
ground of his regiment, promising himself to return later on in the day,
if spared from duty, when he would bury the dead body of the officer and
take possession of the dog--that is, should no one else have
appropriated him in the meantime, as might possibly be the case.

He was so worn-out with fatigue, on arrival at the bivouac of the
regiment in the Bois du Vaux, that, on finding that his absence was not
taken any notice of, he laid himself down by the side of a fire which
the men had kindled for cooking their camp kettles; and, although it was
a warm summer day, he immediately fell asleep, not waking until late in
the afternoon.  Then, partaking of some Erbwurst, or "peasoup sausage,"
which one of his comrades had kindly kept for him, albeit the rations
were rather scanty, he felt a new man, and fit for anything; for, the
worn-out feeling of exhaustion and nervous horror which had possessed
his mind throughout the many hours that elapsed since the close of the
fighting on the evening before, being only the effects of over-
excitement, had now completely disappeared on his getting rest and
refreshment.  Indeed, he no longer felt sickened with war.  On the
contrary, he was quite ready to start into a fresh battle, and that,
too, with as eager an impetus as he had plunged into his first

This was not all, either.

On the regiment being paraded shortly afterwards in front of its
bivouac, the field officer of the day called out "Fritz Dort" a second
time, after the names of the men had been run over on the muster roll--
many failing to answer, and having the brief military comment "Dead," or
"Missing," placed after their numbers.

"Here!" answered Fritz, stepping forwards and saluting the officer in
the ordinary routine fashion, wondering what was to come next.

"Fritz Dort and men of the 16th Hanoverians," proceeded the major,
reading from an official document in his hand, "I am directed by the
general commanding the Tenth Army Corps, in the order of the day, to
signalise the distinguished gallantry which the said Fritz Dort
displayed yesterday in the face of the enemy at the engagement in front
of Gravelotte, when, on the falling of the officer leading the company
to which he was attached, the said Fritz Dort bravely stepped to the
front, and taking his commander's vacant post, led on his men to capture
the French battery, which they were detailed to take by storm.  For such
conspicuously good service in action, the general commanding hereby
promotes the said Fritz Dort to be a sub-lieutenant in the same
regiment, trusting that, as an officer, he will perform his duty as he
has done as a private soldier and meet with the obedience and honour of
those with whom he has previously served as a brother comrade, none the
less on account of his promotion from the ranks which as one of
themselves he has adorned!"

A loud "Hurrah!" broke from all the men when the major had finished
reading this document; and that officer then shook hands kindly with
Fritz, welcoming him cordially to the higher station he had attained.
The other subalterns also advanced, doing the same; while, on retiring
from the parade, the men of the rank and file, without receiving any
order to that effect, gave the young hero a general salute, in token of
their respect and recognition of his new dignity as an officer over

Fritz's heart was bursting with joy at his unexpected promotion.  He
thought how proud his mother would be to hear of it; but, before writing
home by the afternoon field post, as he intended doing, he determined to
carry out the promise he had made to himself, and which he held as
equally binding as if it had been made in the presence of witnesses--the
promise to bury the body of the dead officer which he had come across in
the wood, guarded by his faithful dog.

"Heinrich!" he called out to the man who, as his whilom comrade, had
preserved his rations for him.  He forgot for the moment the altered
condition of their respective ranks.

"Ja, Herr Lieutenant," said Heinrich, much to his surprise, stepping out
towards him and saluting, with forefinger to pickelhaube, as straight as
a ramrod.

"Bother!" exclaimed Fritz, a bit puzzled at first by the inconvenience
in some ways of his exaltation in rank.  There was some difficulty at
first in accommodating himself to his new position.

"Never mind my being an officer for awhile, friend Heinrich," he
explained to his whilom comrade--"the dignity can keep without harming
it until we are again on duty together, when I promise to remember it to
all your advantage; for you've been good fellows to me, one and all!  I
want you now to help me, friend Heinrich, in a sad commission; so, I
rely upon your assistance from our old brotherly feelings when
together--not because I ask you as your superior.  Get a pickaxe and
spade from one of the pioneers and come with me.  I'm going to bury a
poor fellow who has fallen over there, whose fate has attracted my
sympathy."  Fritz pointed, as he spoke, to the wood where the dead man

"With right good pleasure, Herr Lieutenant," said the other in a
cheerful tone of voice, with great alacrity of manner, saluting again as
before.  As a soldier, he knew his place too well to take a liberty with
an officer, even if a newly-made one, and with his own permission!  The
German, or rather Prussian, system was and is very strict on such

"Oh, bother!" ejaculated Fritz again, between his teeth.  "The idea of
helping to bury a man `with right good pleasure'!"

He could not help smiling at the ludicrous association with so grave a
subject, as he unconsciously mimicked the soldier's simple speech.

"Poor dear old fellow, though," thought he a moment afterwards, "he
doesn't know what a funny phrase he used."

In a minute or two the man returned with the required articles; when he
and Fritz set off towards the wood, the latter leading the way, and
Heinrich following close behind in single file.

On reaching the spot which he had marked, Fritz found that no one had
apparently been there in his absence, for the dog was still on guard
over his master's corpse, although he was now lying across the body, and
had ceased his melancholy howl.  When he approached the animal wagged
his bushy tail, as if in recognition of having seen Fritz before.

"Poor fellow!" said Fritz; "come here, old man!  We're here to put your
master in his last home, and you must not prevent us.  We will treat him
very tenderly."

The dog looked up in his face, as if he understood what his new friend
said; and, crawling off from the officer's body, he came to Fritz and
licked his hand, holding up the while one paw, which was bleeding as if
from a cut.

"He is wounded," said Heinrich, stooping down.

"Yes," answered Fritz, examining the poor paw, much apparently to the
dog's satisfaction.  "It's from a piece of shell, probably the same that
settled the horse there; but it's not a bad wound, and will soon get
well, doggie!"  So saying, lifting up the injured member gently, he
began to bind it round with a piece of lint which he had in his pocket,
the retriever keeping perfectly quiet, as if knowing that no injury was
intended him.

Fritz then proceeded to open the dead officer's jacket, in order to
search for any papers or articles of value, which he might keep and
forward to his relatives.  Previously, the dog would not allow him to
touch the body at all, but now he did not offer any objection, so Fritz
turned out all the pockets.  He could discover no paper, however, nor
any trace of identity.  The only token he could find was a little silver
ring wrapped in a small piece of paper, inscribed, "From my beloved,
18th July, 1870."  This was carefully enclosed in a little bag of silk,
and suspended by a ribbon round the poor young fellow's neck, resting on
the cold and lifeless spot where his heart once used to beat.

"A love gage," said Heinrich sympathisingly.

"Ah, yes," replied Fritz; "and the poor girl will, I suppose, continue
to look out for him, hoping to see him again, while he lies here in a
nameless tomb!  Never mind, I will keep the token and the dog; perhaps I
may discover her and his friends some day through them.  Now, let us
make the grave quickly, comrade, and commit him to his rest!"

In silence the two then dug a low trench in the soil beneath the tree
where the officer had found his death, and then reverently laid him in
it.  He had died calmly from the effects of a bullet which must have
penetrated his brain, as only a small blue orifice was to be seen in the
centre of his forehead; and a smile was on his handsome young face, as
if no painful thought had vexed his last moment.

During the sad obsequies, the dog kept close to the side of Fritz,
watching attentively everything that was done, without stirring or
uttering a sound, save when they shovelled the earth on his poor
master's breast.  He then gave vent to a short, angry bark; but, on
Fritz speaking to him soothingly, he again became quiet, remaining so to
the end, when he laid down on the newly-made grave, with a deep, low
whine that was almost a sigh, that seemed to come from the bottom of his
faithful canine heart!

From a piece of broken wood close by, Fritz then carved a rude cross,
which he fixed in the ground at the head of the poor young fellow's last
resting-place, inscribing on it the words: "To a French officer.  Peace
to his remains.  The grave knows no enmities! 18th August, 1870."

The date on this unknown victim's grave was exactly one month later than
that on which he must have parted from his sweetheart.  What a strange
fatality, pondered Fritz and his companion, that one who had probably
been so much loved and cared for, should be indebted for the last
friendly offices which man or woman could render him--to strangers!
"May he rest in peace!" said Fritz, uncovering his head as he turned
away, and then putting on his helmet again.

"So, too, I wish," echoed Heinrich.  "We can do no more for him, poor

"No," said Fritz; "we'd better go now.  Come on, old fellow!" he added,
with a whistle to the retriever, who, wise dog that he was, seeing he
could do no further good to the one to whom he had been faithful in life
and watched in death as long as he was able, now answered the call of
the new friend whom Providence had sent him.  Without any demur he
returned with Fritz and Heinrich to the Hanoverian camp, following close
behind the heels of the former, as if recognising him as his master in
the place of him whom he had lost.

Fritz christened this treasure trove of the battlefield "Gelert"; and
like that trusty hound of old, the animal became known to all the men in
a very short while.  He was formally adopted, indeed, as the pet of the
regiment, besides coming in for Fritz's own special care, being known
even to the general in command of the division as "the dog of the sub-
lieutenant of Gravelotte."



If it had seemed dull and lonely in the little household of the Gulden
Strasse at Lubeck after Eric had gone to sea, how much more so was it
not to the two sad women left alone to console each other when Fritz,
also, had departed from home!

For days, Madame Dort appeared borne down by a weight of woe, and even
Lorischen lost that customary cheeriness with which she usually
performed her daily duties in her endeavours to console her mistress.
Mouser, too, went miaow-wowing about the house at nights, as if he
likewise shared in the family despondency--not once being caught in the
act of stealing the breakfast cream, a predilection for which had
hitherto been an abnormal failing on his part.  So changed, indeed,
became the old cat that he did not possess spirit enough to put up his
tail and "phit" and "fiz" at Burgher Jans' terrier, when that predatory
animal made an occasional excursion into the parlour at meal times, to
see what he could pick up, either on the sly or in that sneaking,
fawning fashion which a well-trained dog would have despised.  This
continued almost to the end of the month; but then came a bright little
bit of intelligence to gladden their hearts.  It was like a gleam of
sunshine breaking through the dark cloud of gloom that hung over them.

Fritz wrote home from Coblentz, close to the frontier, telling how
comfortable he was, and how every one in the army of the Fatherland was
confident as to the result of the campaign.  In a few weeks at the
outside, they thought--everything was so carefully planned and every
contingency provided against--the French army of invasion would have
been dispersed to the four winds of heaven and the war be over; and,
then, the Landwehr, at all events, would be enabled to return home to
their several states and resume those peaceful employments which their
mobilisation had interrupted.  Fritz said that he feared he would have
no chance of distinguishing himself in the campaign, as one alone of the
three great army corps they had already massed along the Rhine would be
sufficient to crush the hated foe.  The only men who would probably see
any fighting would be those serving under the Crown Prince, who had
already routed the enemy and were in active pursuit of them across the
borderland.  His veteran old general, Steinmetz, every one considered to
be "out of the hunt completely!"  All he would see of the whole affair,
they thought, would be the warriors returning home crowned with laurels
after the victory.

Thus ran the tenor of Fritz's letter, the writer evidently not dreaming
of the events in store for him; and that, instead of returning to Lubeck
in a few weeks, it would be many weary months before he saw the blinking
eyes of the ancient astronomical clock in the Dom Kirche again!

Through the intricacies of the field post, too, this communication was a
long time in reaching the little seaport town on the North Sea, being at
least ten days old when it arrived; but what mattered that?  It
contained good news when it did come, and was as welcome as if it had
been dated only yesterday.

"Ah, ha!" exclaimed Lorischen, when her mistress communicated the
contents of Fritz's letter.  "The young Herr will soon be back, and then
we'll see him give Meinherr Burgher Jans the right-about.  I call it
scandalous, I do, his persecuting an unprotected, lone widow--just
because her sons are away, and there's only me to look after her!  But,
I keep him at arm's distance, I promise you, madame.  It is only his
thief of a dog who manages to creep in here when I am about!"

Madame Dort blushed.  She was a comely, middle-aged woman, and when she
coloured up she looked quite pretty.

"I'm sure, Lorischen," she said, "I wonder you can talk such nonsense;
you are as bad as poor Eric used to be, teasing me about that little fat
man!  Poor Burgher Jans means no harm in coming to inquire after my
health while Fritz is away."

"That's just what I object to, dear lady," interrupted the other; "why
does he do it?"

"Can't you see, you stupid thing," said Madame Dort, laughing heartily,
the hopeful letter of her son having quite restored her spirits, "that
is the very reason?  If dear Fritz were here, he would naturally ask him
how we all are; but, as he is away now, and I never go outside the
house, while you, my faithful Lorischen, are not very communicative, I
suppose, when you go to the Market Platz, it is plain enough to common
sense that the worthy Burgher, if he takes an interest in us, must come
here to inquire after the family himself!"

"Oh yes, I understand," answered the old nurse, in a grumbling tone.
She had lived so long with the widow, whom she looked upon really as a
child committed to her charge, that she considered she had a perfect
right to pass an opinion on anything which did not please her.  Besides,
she was jealous, on behalf of the boys, of any interloper being put over
their heads in the shape of a stepfather, she as an old spinster having
a wholesome horror of the designing nature of all men, especially of the
little Burgher Jans, to whom she had taken an inveterate dislike.  "Oh
yes, I understand," she said in an ironical tone she always assumed on
being a bit vexed; "when the cat's away the mice play!"

"I presume then," said Madame Dort dryly, "that Mouser is a good deal
absent now from his duties; for, I noticed this morning that half that
cheese in the cupboard was nibbled up.  It was a good Limburger cheese,

"Ach, Himmel!" exclaimed the old nurse, not perceiving the design of her
mistress to change the conversation, and taking up the cudgels readily
to defend her dearly loved cat.  "The poor creature has not been himself
since the young masters have been away.  He feels too lonesome to hunt
the mice as he used to do so gaily in the old days, tossing them up in
the air when he caught them, and bringing them mewing to my feet,--the
dear one!  Why, he hardly ever touches a drop of milk now."

"Yes, I see he spares our cream--"

"Oh, madame, that was a libel on the poor animal.  It was only the dear
lad Eric's joke!  Mouser would never touch one drop of the breakfast
cream, save perhaps when we might be late for the meal, or when the dear
fellow felt a little thirsty, or--"

"Ah, indeed!  Yes, no doubt," interrupted Madame Dort, laughing again.
"He would have been at it again to-day, only Burgher Jans' dog came in
at the nick of time and scared him away!"

"Did he!" said Lorischen indignantly.  "It strikes me that pest of a
terrier is here a good deal too much, like his master!  And, talk of
him, there he is!" she added hastily, leaving the room as a knock came
to the door.

Burgher Jans came in as the old nurse went out, brushing by him with
ill-concealed contempt and aversion.  He was a fat little man, with long
straight hair coming down over his coat collar, and a round, full-moon
sort of face, whose effect of beaming complacency was enhanced by a pair
of large-rimmed tortoise-shell spectacles out of which his owl-like eyes
shone with an air of balmy wisdom.

"Most worthy lady," he commenced, addressing Madame Dort with an
elaborate bow, sweeping the floor with his hat.  "Unto me the greatest
and ever-much rapture doth it with added satisfaction bring, to tell you
of the glorious success of the German arms over our greatly-overbearing
and hopeful-of-victory foe."

"Dear me!" exclaimed the widow, "you are rather late with your news; I
heard from Fritz just now."

"And is the dear, well-brought-up, and worthy youth in good health?"

"He is," said Madame Dort; "and tells us to expect him home soon."

Burgher Jans looked startled at this announcement, losing a trifle of
his beaming smile.  "He is not wounded, I trust?" asked he tremblingly.

"Oh dear no, thank the good God who has watched over him," answered the
other cheerfully.  "Why, he has not been in battle yet!  He tells us
that the French are retreating, and that the war will be over almost
before another blow has been struck, the enemy having to surrender
before our irresistible battalions."

"Have you not heard of the battles of Woerth and Forbach, then?"

"No; what--when were they?"

"Where did your son Fritz write to you from, then?"

"From Coblentz.  His letter is dated the day he arrived there, but I
only got it this morning."

"Ah then, most worthy lady, two terrible battles have occurred since
that time.  We have beaten the French and forced them back into their
own country; but, alas! thousands of German lives have been lost.  The
slaughter has been terrific!"

"Good heavens, Burgher Jans, you alarm me!" said Madame Dort, rising
from her chair in excitement.  "Fritz told me there would be no fighting
except between the Crown.  Prince's army and the enemy!"

"The worthy young Herr was right so far," put in the little man
soothingly, "that is as regards the south of the line; but our second
army corps has been likewise engaged on the banks of the Saar, hurling
disaster on the foe, although the French fought well, too, it is said.
Where, however, is Herr Fritz?"

"Serving under General Steinmetz."

"Ah, then he's safe enough, dear madame.  That army is but acting as the
reserve.  It is only my poor countrymen, the Bavarians, and the Saxons
who will have the hard work of the campaign to do.  Von Bismark wants to
let out a little of their blood in return for the feverish excitement
they displayed against the Prussians in '66!"

"You relieve my mind," said Madame Dort, resuming her seat.  "I thought
for the moment Fritz was in danger.  You speak bitterly against the
Chancellor, however.  He is a great man, and has done much for Germany."

"Oh, yes, I grant that," replied the other warmly; "still, he is one who
never forgets.  He always pays out a grudge!  You will see, now, if
those poor Bavarians do not come in for all the thick of the fighting."

"You talk as if there is going to be a lot more?"

"So there is, without doubt, without doubt," said Burgher Jans, rubbing
his hands together, as if he rather enjoyed the prospect.

"In that case, then, Fritz cannot return to Lubeck as soon as he thinks
possible?" and Madame Dort looked grave again, as she said this half

"I fear not, most worthy lady," replied the little man in a tone of
great concern; but, from the look on his face and the brisk way in which
he still continued to rub his hands together, it might have been
surmised that the prolonged absence of poor Fritz from his home would
not affect him much,--in fact, that he would be rather pleased by such a
contingency than not.

Madame Dort noticed this, and became quite sharp to him in consequence.

"I must beg you to say good-bye now," she said; "I've a busy day before
me, and have no more time to waste in chatting.  Good-morning, Burgher

"Good-morning, most worthy lady," said the little fat man, accepting his
dismissal and bowing himself out.

"The ill-natured little manoeuvrer!" exclaimed Madame Dort, half to
herself, as he left the room.  Lorischen entered again at the same time,
the two always playing the game apparently of one of those old-fashioned
weather tellers, in which a male or female figure respectively comes out
from the little rustic cottage whenever it is going to be wet or fine;
for, as surely as the Burgher ever entered the sitting-room, the old
nurse withdrew, never returning until he had left.  "The ill-natured
little manoeuvrer!" exclaimed Madame Dort, not thinking she was
overheard.  "I believe he would be glad to keep poor Fritz away if he

"Just what I've thought all along!" said Lorischen, immensely pleased at
this acknowledgment of her superior power of discernment.

"I mean, not on account of wishing any harm to Fritz," explained the
widow, "but that he himself might be able to come here oftener."

"Just what I've said!" chirped out the old nurse triumphantly; but
Madame Dort made no reply to this second thrust, and before Lorischen
could say anything further, a second visitor came to the little house in
the Gulden Strasse.  It seemed fated as if that was to be a day for
callers, and "people who had no business to do preventing those who
had," as the old nurse grumbled while on her way to open the street door
for the new-comer--a courtesy Burgher Jans never required, walking in,
as she said, without asking leave or license, just when he pleased!

The visitor was Herr Grosschnapper, the merchant who employed Fritz in
his counting-house and who was also a part proprietor in the ship in
which Eric had sailed for Java.  Madame Dort's heart leapt in her bosom
when she saw the old gentleman enter the parlour.

But, the shipowner's face did not look as if he brought any pleasing
news; and, after one brief glance at his countenance, the widow's fell
in sympathy.  She almost anticipated the evil tidings which she was
certain he had in store for her.

"Madame Dort," he began, "pray compose yourself."

"I am quite calm, Herr Grosschnapper," she answered.  "Go on with what
you come to tell me.  You have heard something of my poor boy Eric; is
it not so?"

"It is, madame," replied the merchant, deceived by her composure.  "I
grieve to say that I have received intelligence through the English
house of Lloyd's that the _Gustav Barentz_ foundered at sea in the
Southern Ocean early this year.  Two boats escaped from her with the
crew and passengers, one of which, containing the first officer and
several hands, was picked up when those on board were in the last stage
of exhaustion, by a vessel bound to Australia.  The men were taken to
Melbourne before any communication could be received from them, so that
is why the news of the wreck has been so long in reaching us."

"And Eric?" asked the widow, with her head bent down.

"He was with the captain in the other boat, dear madame," said Herr
Grosschnapper; "but, I'm afraid there is little or no chance of their
having been saved, or else we would have heard of them by this time.
Pray bear up under the loss, madame.  He was a good son, I believe, and
would have made a good sailor and officer; but it was not to be!
Remember, you have another son left."

"Ah, but not Eric, my little one, my darling!" burst forth the poor
bereaved mother in a passion of tears; and then, the merchant, seeing
that any words of comfort on his part would be worse than useless,

The violence of Madame Dort's grief, however, was soon assuaged, for she
had long been preparing herself for this blow.  She had given up all
hope of ever hearing from Eric again, even before Fritz left home.

Thenceforth, all her motherly love was bound up in her firstborn, now
the only son left her; and daily she scanned the papers to learn news of
the war.

Time passed on, the widow occasionally receiving a hurried scrawl from
Fritz, who, as she knew, was now no longer resting with the reserve
battalions in the fortresses of the Rhine, but marching onwards with the
invading army through France.

She heard of the terrible battle of Gravelotte, in which she dreaded
that he had taken part; but, almost before she could read the full
official details published in the German newspapers under military
censorship, her anxieties were relieved by a long letter coming from
Fritz, telling of his participation in the colossal contest and of his
miraculous escape without a wound, although he had been in the thick of
the fire and numbers of his comrades from the same part of the country
had been killed.

But, he had better news to tell--that, at least, is what he wrote, only
the mother doubted whether any intelligence could be more important to
her than the fact of his safety!

What would she think of hearing that he had been promoted to be an
officer "for gallantry in the field of battle," as the general order
read out to the whole army worded it?  Would she not be proud of her
Fritz after that?

Aye, would she not, would not Lorischen?

And did not the entire gossiping community of Lubeck know all about it
by and through the means of the old nurse before the close of the self-
same day, eh?

Certainly; still, would it be believed that the very first person whom
Lorischen told the news to was her special antipathy, Burgher Jans?  She
actually went up to and accosted him of her own free-will on the Market
Platz for the very purpose of telling him of Fritz's promotion!  Yes,
such was the case; and she not only was friendly to the little fat man
on this occasion, but she actually patted his dog at the same time!

Still, Eric, the lost sailor laddie, was not forgotten in his brother's
success.  The mother's grief was only chastened; and almost the very
first thought she had on receiving the news from Fritz, and afterwards
when she read it in official print, was "how pleased poor Eric would
have been at this!"

Bye-and-bye, Fritz wrote again, telling that their task had become very
monotonous.  The Tenth Army Corps was detained along with several others
to besiege Metz, so hemming in Bazaine and the remainder of the army
that had endeavoured so gallantly at Gravelotte to pierce the German
lines, that they were powerless to assist the rest of their countrymen
in driving the Teuton invader from their soil.  The besieging army,
which was formed of the united forces of the different corps under
Prince Frederick Charles and Steinmetz, had nothing to do, said Fritz,
save to stand to their guns and perform sentry duty; for the French,
since the fearful battle of the 18th of August, had not once attempted
to push their way out beyond range of the guns of the fortress, under
whose shelter they were cantoned in an extended entrenched camp, and
were apparently being daily drilled and disciplined for some great

On the 31st of the month, however, Fritz told his mother later on,
Bazaine made a desperate effort to break the German cordon around Metz;
and this being repulsed with heavy loss, the Marshal again remained
quiet for the space of another six weeks.

During this period Madame Dort heard regularly from her son through the
field post.  She sent him letters in return, telling him all the home
news she could glean, and saying that she expected him back before the
winter.  She hoped, at least, that he would come by that time, for Herr
Grosschnapper had informed her that he would have to fill up Fritz's
place in his counting-house if the exigencies of the war caused his
whilom clerk to remain away any longer.

Things went on like this up to the month of October, the anniversary of
poor Eric's going away; when, all at once, there came a cessation of the
weekly letters of Fritz from headquarters.

His mother wrote to inquire the reason.

She received no answer.

Then she read in the papers of another heavy battle before Metz, in
which the Tenth Army Corps had taken part.  The engagement had happened
more than a week before, and Fritz was silent.  He might be wounded,
possibly killed!

Madame Dort's anxiety became terrible.

"No news," says the proverb, "is good news;" but, to some it is the very
worst that could possibly be; for, their breasts are filled with a storm
of mingled doubts and fears, while hope is deadened and there is, as
yet, no balm of resignation to soothe the troubled heart!  The proverb
is wrong; even the most heartbreaking confirmation of one's most painful
surmise is infinitely preferable to being kept in a state of perpetual
suspense, where one dreads the worst and yet is not absolutely certain
of it.

It was so now with Madame Dort.  She thought she could bear the strain
no longer, but must go to the frontier herself and seek for information
of her missing son, as she had read in the newspapers of other mothers
doing.  However, one afternoon, as she was sitting in the parlour in a
state of utter dejection by the side of the lighted stove, for winter
was coming on and the days were getting cold, Lorischen brought in a
letter to her which had just come by the post.

It was in a strange handwriting!

The widow tore it open hurriedly, glancing first at the signature at the
end.  "Madaleine Vogelstein!" she said aloud.  "I wonder who she is; I
never heard of her before!"  She then went on to read the letter.

It did not take her long to understand the sense of it.

For, after scanning the contents with startled eyes, she exclaimed, "My
son! oh, my son!" and then fell flat upon the floor in a dead faint.



The stupendous events of the war rushed on with startling rapidity.

The invasion of France, in retaliation for the projected invasion of
Germany, was now an accomplished fact; and, day after day, the Teuton
host added victory to victory on the long list of their triumphant
battle-roll, almost every engagement swelling the number of Gallic
defeats and lessening the power of the French to resist their relentless
foe, who now, with iron-clad hand on the throat of the prostrate
country, marched onward towards Paris, scattering havoc with fire and
sword wherever the accumulating legions of armed men trod.

The battle of Woerth succeeded that of Weissembourg; Forbach that of
Woerth; and then came Vionville and Gravelotte to add their thousands of
victims to the valhalla of victory.  The surrender of Sedan followed,
when the Germans passed on their way to the capital; but the brave
general Urich still held out in besieged Strasbourg, and Bazaine had not
yet made his last brilliant sortie from the invested Metz.  The latter
general especially kept the encircling armies of Prince Frederick
Charles and Steinmetz on the constant alert by his continuous endeavours
to search out the weakest spot in the German armour.  The real attempt
of the French Marshal to break through the investing lines was yet to
come; that of the 31st of August, to which Fritz alluded in his letter
to his mother, having been only made apparently to support Mcmahon as a
diversion to the latter's attack on Montmedy, before the surrender of

From this period, up to the beginning of October, the French remained
pretty quiet, the guns of the different forts lying without the
fortifications of Metz only keeping up a harassing fire on the besieging
batteries that the Germans had erected around on the heights commanding
the various roads by which Bazaine's army could alone hope to force a
passage through their lines.  Summer had now entirely disappeared and
cold weather set in, so the Teuton forces found it very unpleasant work
in the trenches when the biting winds of autumn blew through their
encampments of a night, making their bivouac anything but comfortable;
while the sharp morning frosts also made their rising most unpleasantly
disagreeable; add to this, whenever they succeeded in making their
quarters a trifle more cosy than usual, as certainly would the cannon of
Fort Quelin or the monster guns of Saint Julien send a storm of shot and
shell to awaken them, causing an instant turn-out of the men in a body
to resist a possible sortie.  Bazaine made perpetual feints of this
sort, with the evident intention of wearying out his antagonists, even
if he could do them no further harm.

The position was like that of a cat watching a mouse-hole, the timid
little occupant of which would every now and then put out its head to
see whether the coast were clear; and then, perceiving its enemy on the
watch, provokingly draw it in again, leaving pussy angry at her repeated
disappointments and almost inclined to bite her paws with vexation at
her inability to follow up her prey into its stronghold; for, the heavy
artillery of the fortress so protected the surrounding country adjacent
to Metz, that the Germans had to place the batteries of their works out
of its range, that is, almost at a distance of some four miles from the
French camp--of which any bombardment was found after a time to be worse
than useless, causing the most infinitesimal amount of damage in return
for an enormous expenditure of ammunition and projectiles that had to be
conveyed over very precarious roads all the way from the frontiers of
the Rhine into the heart of Lorraine.

"Oh, that the French would only do something!" cried Fritz and his
companions, sick of inactivity and the wearisome nature of their duties,
which, after the excitement of battle and the stirring campaigning they
had already gone through, seemed now far worse than guard-mounting in
Coblentz.  "Oh, that the French would only do something to end this
tedious siege!"

Soon this wish was gratified.

On the morning of the 6th of October, when the investiture of Metz had
lasted some six weeks or more--just at daybreak--a heavy, dull report
was heard at Mercy-le-Haut.  It was like the bursting of a mine.

"Something is up at last!" exclaimed one of the staff-officers, entering
the tent where Fritz and others were stretched on the bare ground,
trying to keep themselves as warm as they could with all the spare
blankets and other covering that could be collected heaped over
them--"Something is up at last!  Rouse up; the general assembly has

The ringing bugle notes without in the frosty air emphasised these
words, causing the young fellows to turn out hastily, without requiring
any further summons.

Aye, something was up.  The pioneers of the Seventh German army corps,
on the extreme right, had mined and blown up the farm buildings of
Legrange aux Bois, close to Peltre.  These farm buildings had hitherto
served as a cover to the French troops when they made their foraging
sorties, but they could not be held by the Germans, for they were
situated within the line of fire of Fort Quelin; so, as may be imagined,
their destruction was hailed with a ringing cheer by the besiegers.  The
artillerymen in the fort, however, apparently anticipating an attack in
force of which this explosion was but the prelude, were on the alert at
once; and, soon after sunrise, they began to pour in a heavy rain of
fire on the German works, which the conflagration of the buildings and
removal of intervening obstacles now clearly disclosed.  Whole
broadsides of projectiles from the great guns flew into the valley of
the Moselle as far as Ars, sweeping away the entrenchments as if they
were mere packs of cards; and, presently, an onward movement of French
battalions of infantry, supported by field artillery and cavalry, showed
that, this time at least, something more was intended by Marshal Bazaine
than a mere feint.

Trumpet called to trumpet in the German ranks, and speedily the whole of
the second army under Prince Frederick Charles mustered its forces in
line of battle, the men gathering in imposing masses towards the
threatened point at Ars.  Here the 61st and 21st infantry regiments,
which were on outpost duty, were the first: to commence hostilities,
rushing to meet the French who were advancing from Metz.  Aided by the
batteries erected by the side of the Bois de Vaux, the Germans, after a
sharp conflict, succeeded in repulsing the enemy, who had ultimately to
retire again under the guns of Fort Quelin, although they made a
vigorous resistance while the engagement lasted--only falling back on
suffering severe loss from the shower of shrapnel to which they were
subjected, besides losing many prisoners.  During all the time of this
attack and repulse, Fort Saint Julien, on the other side of the
fortress, was shelling the Landwehr reserve, causing many casualties
amongst the Hanoverian legion; and, but that the men here were quite
prepared for their foe, the combat might have extended to their lines.

As it was, the expected fight, for which the Tenth Corps was ready and
waiting, was only delayed for a few hours; when, if Fritz and his
comrades had complained of the cold of the weather, they found the work
cut out for them "hot" enough in all conscience!

In the afternoon of the following day, Bazaine made a desperate effort
to break through the environment of the Germans in the direction of
Thionville.  On the previous evening, in resisting the attack from Saint
Julien, which had been undertaken at the same time as that from Saint
Quelin on Ars, the French had been driven from the village of
Ladonchamps, and their adversaries had established foreposts at Saint
Remy, Petites et Grandes Tapes, and Maxe; and now, under cover of a
thick fog, the French Marshal advanced his troops again and commenced a
vigorous attempt, supported by a heavy artillery fire, for the recovery
of the lost Ladonchamps.  Failing in this, although possibly the attack
might have been a blind, the general being such a thorough master of
strategy, Bazaine made a dash for Petites et Grandes Tapes, annihilating
the foreposts and hurling great masses of men at their supports.  Having
occupied these villages, the French Marshal then sent forward a large
body of troops to the right, close to the Moselle.  These advanced up
the valley against the German entrenchments on the heights until checked
by cannon fire from batteries on both sides of the river, and were only
finally stopped by an advance in force of two brigades of the Landwehr,
the men of whom occupied a position just in front of Petites et Grandes

Amongst these latter troops was the regiment of our friend Fritz.

The fighting was terrific here.

Clouds of bullets came like hail upon the advancing men, reaping the
ranks down as if with a scythe, while bursting shells cleared open
spaces in their midst in a manner that was appalling; still, those in
the rear pressed on to fill the places of the fallen, with a fierce roar
of revenge, and the needle-gun answered the chassepot as quickly as the
combatants could put the cartridges into the breech-pieces and bring
their rifles again to the "present."

Fritz felt the frenzy of Gravelotte return to him as he gripped the
sword which he now wielded in place of the musket; and, urging on his
company, the men, scattering right and left in tirailleur formation were
soon creeping up to the enemy, taking advantage of every little cover
which the irregularities of the ground afforded.

Then, suddenly, right in front, could be seen a splendid line regiment
of the French, advancing in column.  A sheet of flame came from their
levelled rifles, and the Fusilier battalion of the Landwehr regiment to
the left of Fritz's company were exterminated to a man, the enemy
marching over their dead bodies with a shout of victory.

Their progress, however, was not to last.

"Close up there, men!" came the order from Fritz's commanding officer;
when the troops hurriedly formed up in a hollow which protected them for
a moment from the galling fire.  "Fix bayonets!"--and they awaited the
still steady advance of the French until they appeared above the rising
ground.  "Fire, and aim low!" was the next order from the major; and
then, "Charge!"

With a ringing cheer of "Vorwarts!"  Fritz dashed onward at the head of
the regiment, a couple of paces in front of his men, who with their
sharp weapons extended in front like a fringe of steel, came on behind
at the double.

Whiz, sang a bullet by his ear, but he did not mind that; crash, plunged
a shell into the ground in front, tearing up a hole that he nearly fell
into; when, jumping over this at the run, in another second he had
crossed swords with one of the officers of the French battalion, who
rushed out as eagerly to meet him.

They had not time, though, to exchange a couple of passes before a
fragment of a bursting bomb carried away the French officer's head,
bespattering Fritz with the brains and almost making him reel with
sickness; while, at the same moment, the men of the German regiment bore
down the French line, scattering it like chaff, for the sturdy
Hanoverians seemed like giants in their wrath, bayoneting every soul
within reach!

This was only the beginning of it.

"On," still "on," was the cry; and, not until the lost villages were
recaptured and the unfortunate German foreposts avenged did the advance

But the struggle was fierce and terribly contested.  Three several times
did the Germans get possession of Petites et Grandes Tapes, and three
several times did the French drive them out again with their fearful
mitrailleuse hail of fire; the bayonet settled it at last, in the hands
of the northern legions, who had not forgotten the use of it since the
days of Waterloo, nor, as it would appear, the French yet learnt to
withstand it!

Beyond a slight touch from a passing bullet which had grazed his lower
jaw, having the effect of rattling his teeth together, as if somebody
had "chucked him under the chin," Fritz had escaped without any serious
wound up to the time that the French were beaten back after the third
attempt to carry their positions; but then, as they turned to run and
the Hanoverians pressed on in pursuit, he felt suddenly hit somewhere in
the breast.  A spasm of pain shivered through him as the missile seemed
to rend its way through his vitals; and then, throwing up his arms, he
fell across the corpse of a soldier who must have been shot almost
immediately before him, for the body was quite warm to the touch.

How he was hurt he could not tell; he only knew that he was unable to
stir, and that each breath of air he drew came fainter and fainter, as
if it were his last.

He heard, from the retreating tramp of footsteps and distant shouts,
that his regiment had moved on after the enemy; but, as he lay on his
back, he could not see anything save the sky, while each moment some
stray shot whistled by in the air or threw up earth over him,
threatening to give him his finishing blow should the wound he had
received not be sufficient to settle him.

Then, he felt thirsty, and longed to cry out for help; but, no sound
came from his lips, while the exertion to speak caused such intolerable
agony that he wished he could die at once and be put out of his misery.
When charging the French battalion, he recollected putting his foot on
the dead face of some victim of the fight, and he could recall the
thrill of horror that passed through him as he had done this
inadvertently; now, each instant he expected, too, to be trampled on in
the same manner.

Ha!  He could distinguish footsteps pressing the ground near.  "Oh,
mother!" he thought, "the end is coming now, for the fight must be
drawing near again.  I wish a shell or bullet would settle the matter!"

But the footsteps he imagined to be the tramp of marching men--on
account of his ear being so close to the ground and thus, of course,
magnifying the sound--were only those of the faithful Gelert, who with
the instinct of a well-trained retriever was searching for his new-found
friend.  He had tracked his path over the valley from the advanced post
which the regiment had occupied in the morning, and where the dog had
been kept by Fritz to watch his camp equipments until he should return.
Gelert evidently considered that he had waited long enough for duty's
sake; and, that, as his adopted master did not come to fetch him, he
ought to start to seek for him instead, one good turn deserving another!

At the moment, therefore, when Fritz expected to have the remaining
breath trampled out of him by a rush of opposing battalions across his
poor prone body, he felt the dog licking his face, whining and
whimpering in recognition and mad with joy at discovering him.

"Dear old Gelert, you brave, good doggie," he ejaculated feebly, in
panting whispers.  "You'll have to try and find a third master now!" and
then, overcome by the effort, which taxed what little strength was left
in him, he swooned away like a dead man--the last distinct impression he
had being that of seeing a bright star twinkle out from the opal sky
above him as he lay on the battlefield, which seemed to be winking and
blinking at him as if beckoning him up to heaven!

His awakening was very different.

On coming to his consciousness again, he felt nice and warm and
comfortable, just as if he were in bed; and, opening his eyes, he saw
the sweet face of a young girl bending over him.

"I must be dreaming," he murmured to himself lazily.  He felt so utterly
free from pain and at ease that he did not experience the slightest
anxiety or perplexity to know where he was.  He was perfectly satisfied
to take what came.  "I must be dreaming, or else I am dead, and this is
one of the angels come to take me away!"



"I am glad you are better," said a soft voice in liquid accents, so
close to his ear that he felt the perfumed breath of the speaker wafted
across his face.

Fritz stared with wide-opened eyes.  "I'm glad you're better," repeated
the voice; "you are better, are you not; you feel conscious, don't you,
and in your right senses?"

"Where am I?" at last said Fritz faintly.

"Here," answered the girl, "with friends, who are attending to you.  Do
not fear, you shall be watched over with every care until you are quite
well again."

"Where is `here'?" whispered Fritz feebly again, smiling at his own
quaint question.

The girl laughed gently in response to his smile.  "You are at Mezieres,
not far from the battlefield where you fell.  I discovered you there
early yesterday morning."

"You?" inquired Fritz, his eyes expressing his astonishment.

"Yes, I," said the girl kindly; "and I was only too happy to be the
means of finding you, and getting you removed to a place of safety; for,
I'm afraid that if you had lain there much longer on the damp ground you
would have died."

"Oh!" interrupted Fritz as eagerly as his exhausted condition would
allow; "I remember all now!  I was wounded and lay there close to the
battery; and then I saw the stars come out and thought--"

"Hush!" said the girl, "you must not speak any more now.  You are too
weak; I only spoke to you to find out whether you had regained
consciousness or not."

"But you must let me thank you.  If it had not been--"

"No, I won't allow another word," she interposed authoritatively.  "You
will do yourself harm, and then I shall be accused of being a bad nurse!
Besides, you haven't got to thank me at all; it was the dog who made me
see you."

"What, Gelert," whispered Fritz again, in spite of her
admonition,--"dear old fellow!"

He had hardly uttered these words, when the faithful dog, who must have
been close beside the bed, raised himself up, putting a paw on one of
Fritz's arms which lay outside the coverings and licking his hand,
whining rapturously the while, as if rejoiced to hear the voice of his
master again.

"`Gelert!'" exclaimed the girl with some surprise.  "Why, I know the dog
perfectly, and he recognises me quite well; but he is called `Fritz,'
not `Gelert,' as you said."

"`Fritz!'" ejaculated he, in his turn.  "Why, that is my name!"

"Gracious me," thought the girl to herself, "he is rambling again, and
confusing his own name with that of the dog!  I must put a stop to his
speaking, or else he will get worse.  Here, take this," she said aloud,
lifting to his lips a wineglass containing a composing draught which the
doctor had left for her patient to take as soon as he showed any signs
of recovery from his swoon, and which she really ought to have given him
before; "it will do you good, and make you stronger."

Fritz swallowed the potion unhesitatingly, immediately sinking back on
his pillow in a quiet sleep; when the girl, sitting down by the side of
the bed, watched the long-drawn, quivering respirations that came from
the white, parted lips of the wounded man.

"Poor young fellow!" she said with a sigh; "I fear he will never get
over it.  I wonder where Armand is now, and how came this stranger to
have possession of his dog!  The funniest thing, too, is that `Fritz'
seems as much attached to this new master as he was to Armand, although
he has not forgotten me.  Have you, `Fritz,' my beauty, eh?"

The retriever, in response, gave three impressive thumps with his bushy
tail on the floor, as he lay at the girl's feet by the side of the bed.
He evidently answered to this other familiar appellation quite as
readily as he had done to that of "Gelert," being apparently on perfect
terms of friendship, not to say intimacy, with the young lady who had
just asked him so pertinent a question.

He certainly had not forgotten her.  He would not have been a gallant
dog if he had; nor would he have displayed that taste and wise
discrimination which one would naturally have expected to find, in a
well-bred dog of his particular class, for his interlocutor was a
remarkably pretty girl--possessing the most lovely golden-hued hair and
a pair of blue eyes that were almost turquoise in tint, albeit with a
somewhat wistful, faraway look in them, especially now when she gazed
down into the brown, honest orbs of the retriever, who was watching her
every moment with faithful attention.  She had, too, an unmistakeable
air of refinement and culture, in spite of her being attired in a
plainly made black stuff dress such as a servant might have worn, and
having a sort of cap like those affected by nuns and sisters of charity
drawn over her dainty little head, partly concealing its wealth of fair
silky hair.  No one would have dreamt of taking her to be anything else
but a lady, no matter what costume she adopted, or how she was

"Who ever thought, dear doggie," she continued, speaking the thoughts
that surged up in her mind while addressing the dumb animal, who looked
as if he would like to understand her if he only could,--"who ever would
have thought that things would turn out as they have when I last patted
your dear old head at Bingen, `Fair Bingen on the Rhine,' eh?" and she
murmured to herself the refrain of that beautiful ballad.

The retriever gave a long sniff here to express his thorough sympathy
with her, and the girl proceeded, musingly, thinking aloud.

"Yes, I mean, doggie, when Armand and I parted for the last time.  Poor
mamma was alive then, and we never dreamt that this terrible war would
come to pass, severing us so completely!  Poor Armand, he said he would
be true and return to me again when he was old enough to be able to
decide for himself without the consent of that stern father of his, who
thought that the daughter of a poor German pastor was not good enough
mate for his handsome son--although he was only a merchant, while my
mother was a French countess in her own right.  Still, parents have the
right to settle these things, and I quite agreed with dear mamma that I
would never consent to enter a family against their will, especially,
too, when they despised our humble position!"

The girl drew herself up proudly as she said this.

"Never mind," she went on again presently, "it is all over and done for.
But, still, I believe Armand loved me.  How handsome he looked that
last time I saw him when he came to our little cottage to say good-bye,
before he went to join his regiment in Algeria, where his father had got
him ordered off on purpose to separate us.  However, perhaps it was only
a boy and girl affection at the best, and would never have lasted; my
heart has not broken, I know, although I thought it would break then;
for, alas!  I have since seen sorrow enough to crush me down, even much
more than parting with Armand de la Tour.  Fancy, poor darling mamma
gone to her grave, and I, her cherished child, forced to earn my bread
as companion to this haughty old baroness, who thinks me like the dust
under her feet!  Ah, it is sad, is it not, doggie?"

The retriever sniffed again, while the blue eyes continued to look down
upon him through a haze of tears; and then, the girl was silent for a

"Heigho, doggie," she exclaimed, after a short pause of reflection,
brushing away the tear drops from her cheeks and shaking her dainty
little head as if she would fain banish all her painful imaginings with
the action, "I must not repine at my lot, for the good Father above has
taken care of me through all my adversity, giving me a comfortable home
when I, an orphan, had none to look after me.  And, the good baroness,
too--she may be haughty, but then she is of a very noble family, and has
been brought up like most German ladies of rank to look down upon her
inferiors in position; besides, she is kind to me in her way.  I am
pleased that she took it into her head to come off here to seek for her
son, and bring him presents from home in person.  Nothing else would
suit her, if you please, on his birthday, although the young baron, I
think, was not over-delighted at his mother coming to hunt for him in
war time, as if he were a little boy--he on the staff of the general!  I
fancy he got no little chaff from his brother officers in consequence.
However, `it is an ill wind that blows nobody good,' for the good
baroness being here has been seized with a freak for looking after the
wounded, because the Princess of Alten-Schlossen goes in for that sort
of thing; and thus it is, doggie, that I'm now attending to this poor
fellow here.  Though, how on earth Armand parted with you, and you
became attached to this new master, whom you seem to love with such
affection, I'm sure I cannot tell!"

Fritz at this moment turned in the little pallet bed on which he was
lying, and in an instant the girl was up from her seat and bending over

"Restless?" she said, smoothing the pillows and laying her cool hand on
the hot brow of her patient, who gave vent to a sigh of satisfaction in
his sleep.  "Ah! you'll be better bye-and-bye.  Then, you will wake up
refreshed and have some nourishment; and then, too, you'll be able to
tell me all about yourself and master doggie here, eh?"

But, it was many days before poor Fritz was in a condition to offer any
explanation about the dog--many days, when the possibility was trembling
in the balance of fate as to whether he would ever speak again, or be
silent for aye in this world!

When he woke up, he was delirious; and the doctor, a grave German
surgeon of middle age, on coming into the room to examine him, when
making the rounds of the house--a villa in the suburbs of Mezieres,
which had been transformed into a sort of field hospital for the most
dangerous cases in the vicinity--declared Fritz to be in a very critical
state.  His life, he said, was in serious peril, a change having taken
place for the worse.

He had been struck by a chassepot conical rifle bullet in the chest; and
the ball, after breaking two of his ribs and slightly grazing the lungs,
had lodged near the spine, where it yet remained, the wounded man being
too prostrate for an operation to be performed for its extraction,
although all the while it was intensifying the pain and adding to the
feverish symptoms of the patient.

"You've not been allowing him to talk, have you?" asked the surgeon,
scanning the girl's face with a stern professional glance.

"No," she replied, blushing slightly under his gaze; "that is, he wanted
to, an hour ago, when he became conscious, but I gave him the sleeping
draught you ordered at once."

"Donnerwetter!" exclaimed the other.  "The potion then has done him harm
instead of good.  I thought it would have composed him and made him
comfortable for the operation, as, until that bullet is taken out he
can't possibly get well.  However, he must now be kept as quiet as
possible.  Put a bandage on his head and make it constantly cool with
cold water.  I will return bye-and-bye, and then we'll see about cutting
out the ball."

The surgeon then went out softly from the room, leaving the girl to
attend to his directions, which she proceeded to do at once; shuddering
the while at what she knew her poor patient would have to undergo, when
the disciple of Aesculapius came back anon, with his myrmidons and their
murderous-looking surgical knives and forceps, to hack and hew away at
Fritz in their search for the bullet buried in his chest--he utterly
oblivious either of his surroundings or what was in store for him,
tossing in the bed under her eyes and rambling in his mind.  He fancied
himself still on the battlefield in the thick of the fight:-- "Vorwarts,
my children!" he muttered.  "One more charge and the battery is won.
Pouf! that shell had a narrow squeak of spoiling my new helmet.  The
gunner will have to take better aim next time!"  Then he would shudder
all over, and cry out in piteous tones, "Take it away, take it away--the
blood is all over my face; and his body, oh, it is pressing me down into
that yawning open grave!  Will no one save me?  It is terrible, terrible
to be buried alive, and the pale stars twinkling down on my agony!"
Presently, however, the cold applications to his head had their effect,
and he sank down into a torpid sleep, only to start up again in the
ravings of delirium a few moments afterwards.

Fritz continued in this state for hours, with intervals of quiet, during
which his nurse, by the doctor's orders, administered beef tea and other
nourishment which sustained the struggle going on in his sinking frame;
until, at last, the ball was extracted, after an operation which was so
prolonged that the girl, who felt almost as if she were undergoing it
herself, thought it would never end.

Then came the worst stage for the sufferer.  Fever supervened; and,
although the wound began to heal up, his physical condition grew weaker
every day under the tearing strain his constitution was subjected to.

Even the doctor gave him up; but the girl, who had attended to him with
the most unwearying assiduity had hopes to the last.

Fritz had been unconscious from the time that he first recognised the
dog, on the evening after he was wounded and found himself in the villa,
until the fever left him, when he was so weak that he was unable to lift
a finger and seemed at the very gates of death.

Now, however, his senses returned to him, and a glad look came into his
eyes on seeing, like as he did before and now remembered, the face of
the beautiful girl bending over him again; but he noticed that she did
not look so bright as when he first beheld her.

"Ah!" he exclaimed feebly, "it was not a dream!  How long have I been

"More than a fortnight," said the girl promptly.

"Oh, my poor mother!" ejaculated Fritz with a sob, "she will have
thought me dead, and broken her heart!"

"Don't fear that," said she kindly.  "I wrote to her, telling her you
were badly hurt, but that you were in good hands."

"You!  Why, how did you know her name, or where she lived?"

"I found the address in your pocket," answered the girl with a laugh.
"Don't you recollect putting a slip of paper there, telling any one, in
case you were wounded or killed, to write and break the news gently to
your mother, `madame Dort, Gulden Strasse, Lubeck'?  I never heard
before of such a thoughtful son!"

"Ah, I remember now," said Fritz; "and you wrote, then, to her?"

"Yes, last week, when we despaired of your recovery; but, I have written
again since, telling her that the bullet has been removed from your
wound, and that if you get over the fever you will recover all right."

"Thank you, and thank God!" exclaimed Fritz fervently, and he shut his
eyes and remained quiet for a minute or two, although his lips moved as
if in prayer.

"And where is Gelert, my dog?" he asked presently.

"`Fritz,' you mean," said the girl, smiling.

"No, that is my name, the dog's is Gelert."

"That is what I want explained," said the other.

"But, please pardon my rudeness, Fraulein," interrupted Fritz, "may I
ask to whom I am indebted for watching over me, and adding to it the
thoughtful kindness of relieving my mother's misery?"

"My name is Madaleine Vogelstein," said the girl softly.  "Do you like

"I do; it is a very pretty one," he replied.  "The surname is German,
but the given name is French--Madaleine?  It sounds sweeter than would
be thought possible in our guttural Teuton tongue!"

"My mother was a Frenchwoman, and I take the name from her," explained
the girl.  "But now, before I stop you from talking any more, for the
good doctor would blame me much if he came in, you must tell me how you
came to possess that dog; or, rather, why he so faithfully attached
himself to you, as it was entirely through him that I found you, and got
you picked up by the ambulance corps and brought here.  You must first
take this soup, however, to strengthen you.  It has been kept nice and
warm on that little lamp there, and it will do you good.  I won't hear a
word more until you have swallowed it!"

"A soldier should always obey the orders of his commanding officer,"
said Fritz with a smile, as he slowly gulped down the broth, spoonful by
spoonful, as Madaleine placed it in his mouth, for he could not feed

"That will do," she remarked, when he had taken what she thought
sufficient.  "And now you can tell me about the dog.  Here he is," she
continued, as the retriever came into the room; and, going up to the
side of the bed where Fritz was lying, put up his paws on the
counterpane and licked his master's face, in the wildest joy,
apparently, at his recovery and notice of him.  "He must have heard his
name spoken, as I only just sent him out for a run with one of the men,
for all the time you were so ill we could not get him to leave the room.
Now, doggie, lie down like a good fellow, and let us hear all about

The retriever at once obeyed the girl, stretching himself on the floor
at her feet, although close beside his master all the while.

Fritz then narrated the sad little episode of the battle of Gravelotte,
and how he had found the dead body of the French officer with the dog
keeping guard over it.

The girl wept silently as he went on.

"It must have been poor Armand," she said presently through her tears.
"Did you find nothing about him to tell who he was?"

"There was a little bag I saw round his neck," said Fritz; "I took it
off the poor fellow before we buried him, and suspended it on my own
breast afterwards for security, thinking that I might restore it some
day to his friends, if I ever came across them."

"Ah, that must be the little packet which got driven into your wound,
and, stopping the flow of blood, saved your life, the doctor says.  I
have kept it carefully for you, and here it is," cried the girl, hastily
jumping up from her seat and bringing the article in question to Fritz.

"Open it," he said; "I haven't got the strength to do it, you know."

Madaleine unfastened the silken string that confined the mouth of the
bag, now stained with Fritz's blood; and then she pulled out the little
silver ring it contained.

One glance was enough for her.

"Yes," she faltered through her sobs.  "It is the ring I gave him; but
that was months before the date engraved upon it, `July 18th, 1870,'
which was the day he said he would come back to Bingen, as then he would
be of age."

"And he never came, then?" inquired Fritz.

"No, never again," said she mournfully.

"Ah, I would come if I had been in his place," exclaimed Fritz eagerly,
with a flashing eye.  "I never fail in an appointment I promise to keep;
and to fail to meet a betrothed--why it is unpardonable!"

He had raised his voice from the whisper in which he had previously
spoken, and its indignant tone seemed quite loud.

"Perhaps he couldn't come," said Madaleine more composedly.  "Besides,
we were not engaged; all was over between us."

"I'm very glad to hear that," replied Fritz.  "It would have been
dastardly on his part otherwise!  But, would you like to keep the dog
for his sake, Fraulein Vogelstein?  I have got no claim to him, you

"Oh dear no, I would not like to deprive you of him for the world, much
as I love the poor faithful fellow.  Why, he would think nobody was his
proper master if he were constantly changing hands like this!"

"Poor old Gelert!" said Fritz; and the dog, hearing himself talked
about, here raised himself up again from his recumbent attitude by the
side of the bed and thrust his black nose into the hand of his master,
who tried feebly to caress him.

"`Fritz,' you mean," corrected Miss Madaleine, determined to have her
point about his right name.

"Well, if you call him so, I shall think you mean me," said Fritz
jokingly, as well as his feeble utterance would permit his voice to be
expressive.  He wanted, however, to imply much more than the mere words.

"That would not be any great harm, would it?" she replied with a little
smile, her tears of sorrow at Armand de la Tour's untimely fate having
dried up as quickly as raindrops disappear after a shower as soon as the
sun shines out again; however, she apparently now thought the
conversation was becoming a little too personal, for she proceeded to
ply the invalid with more soup in order to stop his mouth and prevent
him from replying to this last speech of hers!



"Hullo!  What fails with the well-born and most worthy lady, her to make
in such pitiable plight?" inquired Burgher Jans, poking his little round
face into the parlour of the house in the Gulden Strasse, just as
Lorischen, bending over her mistress, was endeavouring to raise her on
to the sofa, where she would be better enabled to apply restoratives in
order to bring her to.

The old nurse was glad of any assistance in the emergency; and, even the
fat little Burgher, disliked as he was by her, as a rule, with an
inveterate hatred, was better than nobody!

"Madame has fainted," she said.  "Help me to lift her up, and I'll be
obliged to you, worshipful Herr."

"Yes, so, right gladly will I do it, dearest maiden," replied Burgher
Jans politely, with his usual sweeping bow, taking off his hat and
depositing it on an adjacent chair, while he lent a hand to raise the
poor lady and place her on the couch.

This done, he espied the letter that had caused the commotion, which
Madame Dort still held tightly clutched in her hand when she fell; and
he tried to pull it away from her rigid fingers.  "Ha, what have we
here?" he said.

"You just leave that alone!" snapped out Lorischen.  "Pray take yourself
off, with your wanting to spy into other people's business!  If I were a
man I'd be ashamed of being so curious, I would.  Burgher Jans, I'll
thank you to withdraw; I wish to attend to my mistress."

"I will obey your behests, dearest maiden," blandly replied the little
man, taking his hat from the chair and backing towards the door,
although casting the while most covetous eyes on the mysterious letter,
which he would have cheerfully given a thaler to have been allowed to
peruse.  "I will return anon to inquire how the gracious lady is after
her indisposition, and--"

"If you are not out of the room before I count five," exclaimed the old
nurse, angrily interrupting him, "I declare I'll pitch this footstool at
your little round turnip-top of a head, that I will.  One--two--three--"

"Why, whatever is the matter, Lorischen?" interposed Madame Dort,
opening her eyes at this juncture, while the old nurse yet stood with
the footstool raised in her uplifted hands facing the door, half in and
half out of which peered the tortoise-shell spectacles of the little fat
burgher.  "Who is there?"

The poor lady spoke very faintly, and did not seem to know where she was
at first, her gaze wandering round the room.

Lorischen quickly put down the heavy missile with which she was
threatening Burgher Jans; and he, taking advantage of this suspension of
hostilities, at once advanced again within the apartment, although still
keeping his hand on the door so as to be ready to beat a retreat in a
fresh emergency, should the old nurse attempt to renew the interrupted

"High, well-born, and most gracious madame," said he obsequiously.  "It
is me, only me!"

"Hein!" grunted Lorischen.  "A nice `me' it is--a little, inquisitive,
meddlesome morsel of a man!"

"Oh, Meinherr Burgher Jans," said Madame Dort, rising up from the sofa.
"I'm glad to see you; I wanted to ask you something.  I--"

Just at that moment she caught sight of the letter she held between her
fingers, when she recollected all at once the news she had received, of
which she had been for the time oblivious.

"Ah, poor Fritz!" she exclaimed, bursting into a fit of weeping.  "My
son, my firstborn, I shall never see him more!"

"Why, what have you heard, gracious lady?" said Burgher Jans, abandoning
his refuge by the door, and coming forwards into the centre of the room.
"No bad news, I trust, from the young and well-born Herr?"

"Read," said the widow, extending the letter in her hand towards him;
"read for yourself and see."

His owlish eyes all expanded with delight through the tortoise-shell
spectacles, the fat little man eagerly took hold of the rustling piece
of paper and unfolded it, his hands trembling with nervous anxiety to
know what the missive contained--and which he had been all along burning
with curiosity to find out.

Lorischen actually snorted with indignation.

"There, just see that!" she grumbled through her set teeth, opening and
clenching her fingers together convulsively, as if she would like to
snatch the letter away from him--when, perhaps, she would have expressed
her feelings pretty forcibly in the way of scratches on the Burgher's
beaming face: "there, I wouldn't have let him see it if he had gone down
on his bended knees for it--no, not if I had died first!"

The widow continued to sob in her handkerchief; while the Burgher
appeared to gloat over the delicate angular handwriting of the letter,
as if he were learning it by heart and spelling out every word--he took
so long over it.

"Ah, it is bad, gracious lady," he said at length; "but, still, not so
bad as it might otherwise be."

Madame Dort raised her tear-stained face, looking at the little roan
questioningly; while Lorischen, who in her longing to hear about Fritz
had not quitted the apartment, according to her usual custom when
Burgher Jans was in it, drew nearer, resting her impulsive fingers on
the table, so as not to alarm that worthy unnecessarily and make him
stop speaking.

The Burgher felt himself a person of importance, on account of his
opinion being consulted; so he drew himself up to his full height--just
five feet one inch!

"The letter only says, most worthy and gracious lady,--and you, dearest
maiden," he proceeded--with a special bow to Lorischen, which the
latter, sad to relate, only received with a grimace from her tightly
drawn spinster lips--"that the young and well-born Herr is merely
grievously wounded, and not, thanks be to Providence, that he is--he
is--he is--"

"Why don't you say `dead' at once, and not beat about the bush in that
stupid way?" interposed the old nurse, who detested the little man's
hemming and hawing over matters which she was in the habit of blurting
out roughly without demur.

"No, I like not the ugly word," suavely expostulated the Burgher.  "The
great-to-come-for-all-of-us can be better expressed than that!  But, to
resume my argument, dearest maiden and most gracious lady, this document
does not state that the dear son of the house has shaken off this mortal
coil entirely as yet."

"I'd like to shake off yours, and you with it!" said Lorischen angrily,
under her breath--"for a word-weaving, pedantic little fool!"

"You mean that there is hope?" asked Madame Dort, looking a bit less
tearful, her grief having nearly exhausted itself.

"Most decidedly, dear lady," said the Burgher.  "Does not the letter say
so in plain and very-much-nicely-written characters?"

"But, all such painful communications are generally worded, if the
writers have a tender heart, so as to break bad news as gently as
possible," answered the widow, wishing to have the faint sanguine
suspicion of hope that was stealing over her confirmed by the other's

"Just so," said Burgher Jans authoritatively.  "You have reason in your
statement; still, dear lady, by what I can gather from this letter, I
should think that the Frau or Fraulein Vogelstein who signs it wishes to
prepare you for the worst, but yet intimates at the same time that there
is room to hope for the best."

"Ah, I'm glad you say so," exclaimed the widow joyfully.  "Now I read it
over, I believe the same; but at first, I thought, in my hurried glance
over it, that Fritz was slain, the writer only pretending he was still
alive, in order to prepare me for his loss.  He is not dead, thank God!
That is everything; for, whilst there is life, there's hope, eh?"

"Most decidedly, gracious lady," responded the little man with effusion.
"If ever I under the down-pressing weight of despondency lie, so I unto
myself much comfort make by that happy consolation!"

Madame Dort experienced such relief from the cheering aspect in which
the Burgher's explanation had enabled her now to look upon the news of
Fritz's wound, that her natural feelings of hospitality, which had been
dormant for the while, asserted themselves in favour of her timely
visitor, who in spite of his curiosity had certainly done her much good
in banishing all the ill effects of her fainting fit.

"Will you not have a glass of lager, Herr Jans?" said she.

"Mein Gott, yes," promptly returned the little man.  "Much talking makes
one dry, and beer is good for the stomach."

"Lorischen, get the Burgher some lager bier," ordered Madame Dort, on
her invitation being accepted, the old nurse proceeding to execute the
command with very ill grace.

"The Lord only knows when he'll leave now, once he starts guzzling beer
in the parlour!  That Burgher Jans is getting to be a positive nuisance
to us; and I shall be glad when our poor wounded Fritz comes home, if
only to stop his coming here so frequently--the gossipping little time-
server, with his bowing and scraping and calling me his `dearest
maiden,' indeed--I'd `maiden' him if I had the chance!"

Lorischen was much exasperated, and so she grumbled to herself as she
sallied out of the room.

However, much to her relief, the "fat little man" did not make a long
stay on this occasion, for he took his leave soon after swallowing the
beer.  He was anxious to make a round of visits amongst his
acquaintances, to retail the news that Fritz was wounded and lying in a
hospital at Mezieres, near Metz, for he had read it himself in the
letter, you know!  He likewise informed his hearers, although he had not
so impressed the widow, that they would probably never see the young
clerk of Herr Grosschnapper again in Lubeck, as his case was so
desperate that he was not expected to live!  His story otherwise,
probably, would have been far less interesting to scandal-mongers, as
they would have thus lost the opportunity of settling all the affairs of
the widow and considering whom she would marry again.  Of course, they
now decided, that, as she had as good as lost both her sons and had a
nice little property of her own, besides being comparatively not old, so
to speak, and not very plain, she would naturally seek another partner
to console herself in her solitude--Burgher Jans getting much quizzed on
this point, with sly allusions as to his being the widow's best friend!

Some days after Madaleine Vogelstein's first letter, Madame Dort
received a second, telling her that the ball had been extracted from her
son's wound, but fever had come on, making him very weak and prostrate;
although, as his good constitution had enabled him to survive the
painful operation, he would probably pull through this second ordeal.

The widow again grew down-hearted at this intelligence, and it was as
much as Burgher Jans could do, with all his plausibility, to make her
hopeful; while Lorischen, her old superstitious fears and belief in
Mouser's prophetic miaow-wowing again revived, did all her best to
negative the fat little man's praiseworthy efforts at cheering.  Ever
since the Burgher had been elected a confidant of Madaleine's original
communication, he had made a point of calling every day in the Gulden
Strasse, with his, to the old nurse, sickening and stereotyped
inquiry--"Any news yet?" until the field post brought the next despatch,
when, as he now naturally expected and wished, the letter was given him
to read.

"He seems bent on hanging up his hat in our lobby here!"  Lorischen
would say spitefully, on the widow seeking to excuse the little man's
pertinacity in visiting her.  "Much he cares whether poor Master Fritz
gets well or ill; he takes more interest in somebody else, I think!"

"Oh, Lorischen!"  Madame Dort would remonstrate.  "How can you say such

"It is `Oh, mistress!' it strikes me," the other would retort.  "I wish
the young master were only here!"

"And so do I heartily," said Madame Dort, at the end of one of these
daily skirmishes between the two on the same subject.  "We agree on that
point, at all events!" and she sighed heavily.  The old servant was so
privileged a person that she did not like to speak harshly to her,
although she did not at all relish Lorischen's frequent allusions as to
the real object of the Burgher's visits, and her surmises as to what the
neighbours would think about them.  Madame Dort put up with Lorischen's
innuendoes in silence, but still, she did not look pleased.

"Ach Himmel, dear mistress!" pleaded the offender, "never mind my
waspish old tongue.  I am always saying what I shouldn't; but that
little fat man does irritate me with his hypocritical, oily smile and
smooth way--calling me his `dearest maiden,' indeed!"

"Why, don't you see, Lorischen, that it is you really whom he comes here
after, although you treat him so cruelly!" said the widow, smiling.

This was more than the old spinster could bear.

"What, me!" she exclaimed, with withering scorn.  "Himmel, if I thought
that, I would soon scratch his chubby face for him--me, indeed!" and she
retreated from the room in high dudgeon.

Bye-and-bye, there came another letter from the now familiar
correspondent, saying that Fritz was really recovering at last; and, oh
what happiness! the mother's heart was rejoiced by the sight of a few
awkwardly scrawled lines at the end.  It was a postscript from her son

The almost indecipherable words were only "Love to Mutterchen, from her
own Fritz," but they were more precious to her than the lengthiest
epistle from any one else.

"Any news?" asked Burgher Jans of Lorischen soon afterwards, when he
came to the house to make his stereotyped inquiry.

"Yes," said the old nurse, instead of replying with her usual negative.

"Indeed!" exclaimed the little man.  "The noble, well-born young Herr is
not worse, I hope?" and he tried to hide his abnormally bland expression
with a sympathetic look of deep concern; but he failed miserably in the
attempt.  His full-moon face could not help beaming with a self-
satisfied complacency which it was impossible to subdue; indeed, he
would have been unable to disguise this appearance of smiling, even if
he had been at a funeral and was, mentally, plunged in the deepest woe--
if that were possible for him to be!

"No, not worse," answered Lorischen.  "He is--"

"Not dead, I trust?" said Burgher Jans, interrupting her before she
could finish her sentence, and using in his hurry the very word to which
he had objected before.

"No, he is not dead," retorted the old nurse, with a triumphant ring in
her voice.  "And, if you were expecting that, I only hope you are
disappointed, that's all!  He is getting better, for he has written to
the mistress himself; and, what is more, he's coming home to send you to
the right-about, Burgher Jans, and stop your coming here any more.  Do
you hear that, eh?"

"My dearest maiden," commenced to stammer out the little fat man,
woefully taken aback by this outburst, "I--I--don't know what you mean."

"Ah, but I do," returned Lorischen, not feeling any the more amiably
disposed towards him by his addressing her in that way after what Madame
Dort had said about his calling especially to see her.  "I know what I
mean; and what I mean to say now, is, that my mistress told me to say
she was engaged when you came, should you call to-day, and that she is
unable to see you, there!  Good-morning, Burgher Jans; good-morning,
most worshipful Herr!"

So saying, she slammed the door in the poor little man's face, leaving
him without, cogitating the reason for this summary dismissal of him by
the widow; albeit Lorischen, in order to indulge her own feelings of
dislike, had somewhat exaggerated a casual remark made by her mistress--
that she did not wish to be interrupted after the receipt of the good
news about Fritz, as she wanted to answer the letter at once!



"Do you know what is going on to-day?" said Madaleine Vogelstein to her
patient, a couple of days after she had aided him to scrawl that
postscript to her letter to his mother in his own handwriting, when he
had so far recovered that he might be said to be almost convalescent.
"No, what--anything important?" he replied, answering her question in
questionable fashion by asking another.

"Guess," said she teasingly, holding up her finger.  "I'm sure I can't."

"The capitulation of Metz!" she said slowly with some emphasis, marking
the importance of the news she was telling.

"Never--it can't be!" ejaculated Fritz, making an effort to spring up in
the pallet bed on which he was still lying, but falling back with a
groan on finding himself too weak.  "What an unlucky beggar I am!"

"Lie still," said she, putting her hand gently on his, which was outside
the quilt.  "You must keep quiet, or you'll never get better, so as to
be able to stand up and walk about again--no, you won't, if you try to
hurry matters now."

"That's more than the French have done if they've only just given in!
Is it true, though?  Perhaps you've only heard a rumour, for there are
always such false reports flying about.  Why, in the camp it used to be
the current cry every morning, after we began the siege, that Metz had

"It is true enough now, I can tell you," said Madaleine.  "The whole
French army commanded by Bazaine has capitulated, and the Germans have
marched in and taken possession of the fortress."

"I must believe you; but, is it not aggravating that this should just
happen when I am invalided here, and not able to take part in the final
triumph?  It is rather hard lines, after serving so long in the trenches
all during our wearisome environment, not to have had the satisfaction
in the end of being a witness to the surrender!"

"It's the fortune of war," said she soothingly, noticing how bitterly
Fritz spoke.  "Although all may fight bravely, it is not every one who
reaps the laurels of victory."

"No," he replied, smiling at some thoughts which her words suggested--so
much is dry humour allied to sentiment that the mention of laurels
brought to his mind a comic association which at once dispelled his
chagrin.  "When did you say the capitulation took place?"

"Well, I heard that the formal agreement was signed by the French
officers on behalf of Marshal Bazaine two days ago; but the actual
surrender takes place to-day, the Marshal having already left, it is
said, to join his imprisoned emperor at Cassel."

What Madaleine told Fritz was perfectly true.

On the 27th of October, the seventieth day after it had been driven
under the guns of Metz on the disastrous termination of the battle of
Gravelotte, Bazaine's army, in addition to the regular garrison of the
fortress and an unknown number of Gardes Mobiles, was forced to
surrender to the Germans--thus now allowing the latter to utilise the
giant legions hitherto employed in investing the stronghold of Lorraine,
in further trampling out the last evidences of organised resistance in
France, and so, by coercing the country, sooner put an end to the
duration of the war.

Notwithstanding all the comments made--especially those by his own
countrymen in their unreasoning prejudice against every one and
everything connected with the late empire, from its unfortunate and
much-maligned head downwards--in the matter of this capitulation, and on
Marshal Bazaine's conduct, it is absolutely certain that he held out as
long as it was possible to do so.  Indeed, it is a surprising fact that
his provisions lasted such a length of time; and it would be a cause for
sorrow to believe that the brave defender of Metz was in any way stained
by the crime of "treachery" as his act was stigmatised by the demagogues
of Paris.  Those who assert that a clever commander ought somehow or
other to have made his escape from the place, do not take into
consideration the strength of the investing force, which comprised the
united armies of Prince Frederick Charles and Steinmetz--more than two
hundred and fifty thousand men, in addition to their reserves, all
capable of being concentrated at any given point where an attack was
anticipated, and protected, besides, by entrenched lines of great
strength.  Nor do these biassed critics consider the ruin that must have
fallen on Bazaine's army, even if it had succeeded in cutting its way
through the ranks of the besiegers, as the general tried gallantly, but
unsuccessfully, to do on more than one occasion, besides making numerous
sorties.  It is apparent to most unprejudiced minds now, at this
distance of time from the momentous epoch of the struggle between the
two nations, that the Marshal, in his situation, accomplished all that
could have been expected in detaining for such a length of time a huge
German army nearly on the frontier, thus giving the invaded country
breathing time to collect its resources for just so long a period.  The
fact is, that when an army like that of Bazaine's is severed from its
communications and supplies, its surrender can only be a question of
time; and, therefore, unparalleled as is the capitulation of Metz in
modern history, the unprecedented catastrophe--can be fully accounted
for on military grounds.

"I'm sorry I missed the sight," said Fritz presently, after thinking
over the news.  "It would have been some fair return for all that bitter
night work I had in the trenches before I was wounded.  Still, I'm glad
it's all ended now, for my corps will be able to march onward on Paris
like the rest."

"That will not benefit you much, my poor friend," remarked Madaleine
sympathisingly.  "I'm afraid it will be some time before you will be
strong enough to move from this room, although you're improving each

"Oh, will it?" said Fritz triumphantly; "that's all you know about it,
young lady!  Why, Doctor Carl said this morning that he thought I would
be able to report myself fit for duty in another week."

"I suppose you'll rejoice to get back to your friends and comrades in
the regiment?  You must find it miserable and dull enough in this

"No, not quite that.  I've been very happy and comfortable here the last
few days; and I shall never forget all your kindness and care of me--no,

"Don't speak of that, pray; it's only what any one else would have done
in my place.  Besides," she added demurely, "you know that in attending
to you as a wounded soldier, I have only been carrying out the orders of
the baroness, my employer."

"Hang the fussy old thing!" said Fritz impatiently trying to shrug his
shoulders.  He had had the honour of one interview with Madaleine's
distinguished patroness, and did not crave for another; for, she had a
good deal of that old-fashioned, starched formality which the German
nobility affect, mixed up with a fidgety, condescending, patronising
manner which much annoyed the generous-minded young fellow.  He burned
with indignation all the time the visit of the old lady to him had
lasted, for she ordered Madaleine to do this and corrected her for doing
that, in, as he thought, the rudest manner possible.  Her exquisitely
dignified patronage of himself, as a species of inferior animal, who,
being in pain and distress, she was bound in common charity to take some
notice of, caused him no umbrage whatever; but it annoyed him to see a
gentle, ladylike girl like Madaleine subjected to the whims and caprices
of an old woman, who, in spite of her high birth, was naturally vulgar
and inconsiderate.  "Hang the fussy old thing!" he repeated, with
considerable heat.  "I wish you had nothing to do with her.  I'm sure
she would drive me mad in a day if I were constantly associated with

"Ah, dear friend, beggars mustn't be choosers," said Madaleine sadly.
"You forget my position, in your kind zeal on my behalf!  A poor orphan
girl such as I, left friendless and penniless, ought to be glad to be
under the protection of so grand a lady as the Baroness Stolzenkop.  She
is kind to me, too, in her way."

"But, what a way!" interposed Fritz angrily.  "I wouldn't speak to a dog
in that fashion."

"You are different."

"I should hope so, indeed!"

"Besides, Herr Fritz, remember, that if it hadn't been for this old
lady, of whom you speak in such disrespectful terms, I should never have
come here to Mezieres and been able to nurse you."

"I forgot for the moment, Fraulein.  My blessing on the old catamaran
for the fancy that seized her, so auspiciously, to go touring on the
trail of the war and thus to bring you here.  I don't believe I would
have lived, if it had not been for your care and kindness!"

"Meinherr, you exaggerate.  It is to your own good constitution and to
Providence that your thanks are due; I have only been a simple means
towards that happy end."

"Well, I shall always attribute my recovery to you, at all events; and
so will my good mother, who I hope will some day be able to thank you in
person for all that you've done for me and her."

"I should like to see her," said Madaleine; "she must be a kind, good
lady, from her letters to you."

"And the fondest mother in the world!" exclaimed Fritz with enthusiasm.
"But, you will see her--some day," he added after a pause.  "I vow that
you shall."

"I don't know how that will be," said Madaleine, half laughing in a
constrained fashion, as if wishing to conceal her real feelings.  "In a
week or two you will be off to the wars again and forget me--like a true

"Stay," interposed Fritz, interrupting her.  "You have no right to say
that!  Do you think me so ungrateful?  You must have a very bad opinion
of me!  I--"

"Never mind explanations now," interrupted the girl in her turn,
speaking hurriedly in a nervous way, although trying to laugh the matter
off as a joke.  "If the doctor says you can soon report yourself as fit
for duty, of course you'll have to rejoin your regiment."

"Ah, I wonder where that is now?" said Fritz musingly.  "Since our camp
round Metz is broken up, the army will naturally march on farther into
the interior.  No matter, there's no good my worrying myself about it.
They'll soon let me know where I've got to go to join them; for, the
powers that be do not allow any shirking of duty in the ranks, from the
highest to the lowest!"

"I saw that here," remarked Madaleine.  "The baroness wanted to get her
son to return home with her; but she was told that, if he were allowed
to go he could never come back to the army, as his reputation for
courage would be settled for ever."

"Yes, that would be the case, true enough.  Hev would be thought to have
shown the white feather!  But, about your movements, Fraulein
Madaleine--the baroness is not going to remain here long, is she?"

"No; she spoke this morning about going away.  She said that, as the
siege of Metz was raised, and the greater portion of the wounded men
would be removed to Germany, along with the prisoners of war, she
thought she would go back home--to Darmstadt, that is."

"And there you will stop, I suppose?" asked Fritz.

"Until she has a whim to go somewhere else!" replied Madaleine.

"May I write to you there?"

"I will be glad to hear of your welfare," answered she discreetly, a
slight colour mantling to her cheeks.  "Of course, you have been my
patient; and, like a good nurse, I should like to know that you were
getting on well, without any relapse."

"I will write to you, then," said Fritz in those firm, ringing tones of
his that clearly intimated he had made a promise which he intended to
keep.  "And you, I hope, will answer my letters?"

"When I can," replied the girl; "that is, you know, if the Baroness
Stolzenkop does not object."

"Bother the Baroness Stolzenkop!" said he energetically, and he
stretched out his hand to her with a smile.  "Promise to write to me,"
he repeated.

Madaleine did not say anything; but she returned his smile, and he could
feel a slight pressure of her fingers on his, so with this he was
perfectly contented for the while.

"Ah, when the war is over!" he exclaimed presently, after a moment's
silence between the two, which expressed more than words would have done
perhaps.  "Ah, when the war is over!"

"Eh, what?" said the doctor, coming in unexpectedly at that instant and
catching the last words.

"I--I--said," explained Fritz rather confusedly, "that when the war was
over, I'd be glad to get home again to my mother and those dear to me;"
and he looked at Madaleine as he spoke meaningly.

"Eh, what?" repeated the doctor.  "But, the war isn't over yet, my
worthy young lieutenant, and I hope we'll patch you up so as to be able
to play a good part in it still for the Fatherland!"

"I hope so, Herr Doctor," answered Fritz.  "I've no desire yet to be
laid on the shelf while laurels and promotion are to be won."

"Just so, that is good; and how do you feel this afternoon, eh?"

"Much better."

"Ah yes, so I see!  You will go on improving, if you take plenty of
food.  I bet that in a week's time I shall be able to turn you out of
these nice quarters here."

So saying, the surgeon bustled out of the room, with a kind nod to his
patient and a bow to Madaleine, who was shortly afterwards summoned by a
servant to the baroness--the footman telling her that her ladyship
requested her presence at once.

She returned later on, but it was only for a very brief interval, to say
good-bye.  The Princess of Alten-Schlossen, she said, was about to leave
Mezieres immediately for Germany, and the baroness could not think of
staying behind, even for the charitable consideration of nursing any
more wounded, if the exalted lady, whose actions traced the pattern for
her own conduct, thought fit to go away!  Madaleine, therefore, had
orders to pack up all the old dowager's numerous belongings, being also
given permission to make any arrangements she pleased for the poor
fellows who remained in the villa, in order to have them handed over to
the regular authorities, now that this amateur ambulance of the baroness
was going to abandon its voluntary labours.

"It's a shame," said Madaleine indignantly.  "It is like putting one's
hand to the plough and then turning back!"

"Never mind, Fraulein, do not fret yourself," interposed Fritz.  "The
old lady has done some good by starting this hospital here, even if she
did it in imitation of the Princess; and, although she may now give it
up, it will be carried on all right by others, you see if it won't!  As
I am getting well, too, and will have to go, as the doctor says; why, I
shall not regret it as I should otherwise have done."

"Oh, you selfish fellow!" said she, smiling.  "Now you have been
attended to and nursed into convalescence, you do not care what becomes
of those who may come after you!"

"Not quite so bad as that," replied Fritz; "only, as I shall be away
serving with my regiment, I should prefer to think of you ensconced in
the quiet security of the baroness' castle on the Rhine, to being here
amidst the excitement of the war and in the very thick of bands of
stragglers to and from the front."

"Especially since I would lose your valuable protection!" laughed

"Ah, wait till I get up and am strong!" said Fritz.  "When you see me
again, I promise to be able to protect you."

"Aye, when!" repeated the girl with a sigh.  "However, I must say good-
bye now, Herr Lieutenant I have told our man Hans, whom the baroness
leaves behind, to see that you want for nothing until you shall be able
to attend to yourself.  I'm sorry you'll have no female nurse now to
look after you."

"I wouldn't let another woman come near me after you go!" exclaimed
Fritz impulsively.  "Mind, you have promised to write to me, you know."

"Yes," said she, "I will answer your letters; and now, good-bye!  Don't
forget me quite when you get amongst the gay ladies of Paris, who will
quite eclipse your little German nurse!"

"Never!" he ejaculated.  "Good-bye, till we meet again!" and he pressed
her hand to his lips, looking up into her eyes.

"Good-bye!" said she in a husky voice, turning away; when the dog, which
had been lying down in his usual place by his master's bedside, started
up, "Good-bye you, too, my darling `Fritz'!" she added, throwing her
arms round the retriever's neck and kissing his smooth black head; "I
nearly forgot you, dearest doggie, I do declare!"

"Heavens!" exclaimed the other Fritz, mortally jealous of his dog for
the moment, "I wish you would only say farewell to me like that!"

Madaleine blushed a celestial rosy red.

But "Auf wiedersehen!" was all she said, as she left the room with a
speaking glance from her violet eyes; and, towards the evening, from the
confused bustling about which he heard going on within the villa, and
the sound of carriage wheels without driving off, Fritz knew that the
Baroness Stolzenkop and her party--amongst whom, of course, was
Madaleine--had quitted Mezieres, on their way back to the banks of the



"I wonder if she cares about that French fellow still?" thought Fritz to
himself when Madaleine had gone.  "I don't believe she could have felt
for him much, from the manner in which she listened when I told her of
his death and the way she looked at that ring.  Himmel!  Would she
receive the news of my being shot in the same fashion, I wonder?"

Fritz, however, could not settle this momentous question satisfactorily
to his own mind just then; so he had, consequently, to leave the matter
to be decided at that blissful period when everybody thought that
"everything would come straight"--the period to which he had alluded at
the interesting instant when his slightly confidential conversation with
Madaleine was so inopportunely interrupted by the maladroit entrance of
Doctor Carl.  In other words, "when the war should be over!"  But, as
the worthy disciple of Aesculapius had sapiently remarked on the
occasion of his accidental interference with what might have been
otherwise a mutual understanding between the two, the war was not over
yet.  The halcyon time had not arrived for the sword to be beaten into a
ploughshare, nor did there seem much prospect of such a happy
contingency in the near immediate future; for, although the contest had
already lasted three months--during which a series of terrible
engagements had invariably resulted in the defeat of the French--from
the commencement of the campaign to the capitulation of Metz, each
crushing disaster only seemed to have the effect of nerving the Gallic
race to fresh resistance and so prolong the struggle.  Indeed, at the
beginning of November, 1870, with Paris laughing the idea of a siege to
scorn and new armies being rapidly organised, in the north at Saint
Quentin, in the west at Havre, and in the south at Orleans, the end of
the war appeared as far off as ever!

Fritz missed the attentions of his unwearying little nurse much, and his
convalescence did not progress so rapidly in consequence; but one
morning, some three weeks after the departure of the party of the
baroness' from Mezieres, he was agreeably surprised by Doctor Carl
giving him permission to rejoin his corps.

"I don't quite think you exactly strong enough yet, you know; but I've
received orders to clear out the hospitals here, sending forward all
such as are fit to their respective regiments, while those not
sufficiently recovered I am to invalid to Germany.  Now, which is it to
be, Herr Lieutenant?  I candidly don't believe you're quite up to the
mark for campaigning again yet; but still, perhaps, you would not like
being put on the shelf, and no doubt you'd gain strength from the change
of air as you moved on with the army.  Which course will you select,
Herr Lieutenant?  I give you the choice."

"To rejoin my regiment, certainly, doctor!" answered Fritz, without a
moment's hesitation.  "I'm tired of doing nothing here, and I fancy I've
been well enough to move for the past fortnight."

"Ah, permit me to be the best judge of that, young man," said the other.
"No doubt you feel wonderfully strong just now!  Can you lift this
chair, do you think, eh?"

"Certainly," replied Fritz, laying his hand on the slight little article
of furniture the doctor had pointed out with his cane, and which he
could have easily held up with one finger when in the possession of his
proper strength.  He was quite indignant, indeed, with Doctor Carl for
suggesting such a feeble trial for him, as if he were a child; but, much
to his astonishment, he found that he was utterly unable to raise the
chair from the ground.  Besides which, he quite panted after the
exertion, just as if he had been endeavouring to lift a ton weight!

"Ha, what did I say, Herr Lieutenant?" said the surgeon with a laugh.
"You will now allow, I suppose, that we doctors know best as to what is
good for our patients!  But, come, you will not be wanted to raise or
carry about a greater weight than yourself until you come up with your
regiment, which is now with Manteuffel's division near Amiens, for, by
that time, you'll be yourself again.  I'll now go and sign your
certificate and papers, so that you may get ready to start as soon as
you like."

"Hurrah!" exclaimed Fritz.  "It is `Forwards' again--the very word puts
fresh life in me!" and, trying once more, he lifted the chair this time
with ease.  "You see, Herr Doctor, I can do it now!"

"Ah, there's nothing like hope and will!" said the doctor, bustling out
of the room--which Fritz, unlike many poor victims of the war, had had
entirely to himself, instead of being only one amongst hundreds of
others in a crowded hospital ward.  "By the time you join your comrades
again, you'll be double the man you were before you came under my care!"

"Thanks to you, dear doctor," shouted out Fritz after him in cordial
tones; and he then proceeded to overhaul his somewhat dilapidated
uniform to see whether it was in order for him to don once more.

On the termination of the siege of Metz, by its capitulation at the end
of October, the large German force which had been employed up till then
in the investment of Marshal Bazaine's entrenched camp before the
fortress, became released for other duties; thus enabling Von Moltke,
the great strategical head of the Teuton legions, to develop his plans
for the complete subjugation of the country.

In accordance, therefore, with these arrangements, two army corps, each
of some thirty thousand men, proceeded at once to aid the hosts
encircling Paris with fire and steel; while two more corps were led by
Prince Frederick Charles towards the south of France, where they arrived
in the nick of time to assist the Duke of Mecklenburgh and the defeated
Bavarians under Van der Tann in breaking up the formidable army of the
Loire commanded by Chanzy, which had very nearly succeeded in altering
the condition of the war; the remainder of the German investing force
from Metz were sent northwards, under Manteuffel, in the direction of
Brittany and the departments bordering on the English Channel, so as to
crush out all opposition there.

With this latter force marched the regiment of our friend Fritz, which
he was able to rejoin about the beginning of December at Amiens, where
were established the headquarters of General Manteuffel, the present
commander of the first army--"Old Blood and Iron."

Steinmetz having been shelved, it was said, on account of his age and
infirmities, he having fought at Waterloo, but more probably on account
of his rather lavish sacrifice of his men, especially at Gravelotte.
This force kept firm hold of Normandy with a strong hand, threatening
Dieppe and Havre on either side.

Fritz had a tedious journey to the front.

Partly by railway where practicable, and partly by roads that were
blocked by the heavy siege guns and waggon loads of ammunition going
forwards for the use of the force besieging Paris, the young lieutenant
made his way onwards in company with a reserve column of Landwehr
proceeding to fill up casualties in Manteuffel's ranks--the journey not
being rendered any the more agreeable by the frequent attacks suffered
from franc-tireurs when passing through the many woods and forests
encountered on the route, in addition to meeting straggling bands of the
enemy, who opposed the progress of the column the more vigorously as it
abandoned the main roads leading from the frontier and struck across

It was not by any means a pleasure trip; but, putting all perils aside,
regarding them merely as the vicissitudes of a soldier's lot, what
impressed Fritz more than anything else was the ruin and devastation
which, following thus in the rear of a triumphant army, he everywhere

The towns he entered on his way had most of their shops shut, and the
windows of the private houses were closed, as if in sympathy with a
national funeral, those which had been bombarded--and these were many--
having, besides, their streets blocked up with fallen masonry and
scattered beams of timber, their church steeples prostrate, and the
walls of buildings perforated with round shot and bursting shells that
had likewise burnt and demolished the roofs; while, in the more open
country, the farms and villages had been swept away as if with a
whirlwind of fire, only bare gables and blackened rafters staring up
into the clouds, like the skeletons of what were once happy homes.  The
vineyards and fields and gardens around were destroyed and running to
waste in the most pitiful way, for every one connected with them, who
had formerly cherished and tended them with such care and attention, had
either been killed or else sought safety in flight to the cities, where
their refuge was equally precarious.  Along the highway, the trees,
whose branches once gave such grateful shade to wayfarers, were now cut
down, only rows of hideous, half-consumed stumps remaining in their
stead; while here and there, as the scene of some great battle was
passed, great mounds like oblong bases of flattened pyramids rose above
the surface of the devastated plain--mounds under whose frozen surface
lay the mouldering bodies of thousands of brave men who had fallen on
the bloody field, their last resting-place unmarked by sepulchral cross
or monumental marble.  Everywhere there was terrible evidence of the
effects of war and the price of that "glory" which, the poet sings
truly, "leads but to the grave!"

Fritz was sickened with it all; but, what struck his keen sense of
honour and honesty more, was the wholesale pillage and robbery permitted
by the German commanders to be exercised by their soldiery on the
defenceless peasantry of France.  A cart which he overhauled, proceeding
back to the frontier, contained such wretched spoil as women's clothes,
a bale of coffee, a quantity of cheap engravings and chimney ornaments,
an old-fashioned kitchen clock, with an arm-chair--the pride of some
fireside corner--a quantity of copper, and several pairs of ear-rings,
such as are sold for a few sous in the Palais Royale!

The sight of this made his blood boil, and Fritz got into some trouble
with a colonel of Uhlans by ordering the contents of the cart to be at
once confiscated and burnt, the huckster being on the good books of that
officer--doubtless as a useful collector of curios!

It was a current report amongst the French at the time that the German
army was followed by a tribe of Jew speculators, who purchased from the
soldiers the plunder that they certainly could not themselves expect to
carry back to their own country; and this incident led Fritz to believe
the rumour well founded.

"Heavens, little mother," as he wrote home subsequently to Madame Dort,
after his experience of what went on at headquarters under his new
commander.  "I do not fear the enemy; but the only thing which will do
us any harm, God willing that we come safely home, is that we shall not
be able to distinguish between mine and thine, the `meum' and `tuum'
taught us at school, for we shall be all thorough thieves; that is to
say, we are ordered to take--`requisition' they call it--everything that
we can find and that we can use.  This does not confine itself alone to
food for the horses and people, but to every piece of portable property,
not an absolute fixture, which, if of any value, we are directed to
appropriate and `nail' fast!

"Through the desertion of most of the castles here in the neighbourhood
by their legitimate proprietors, the entry to all of them is open to us;
and now everything is taken out of them that is worth taking at all.
The wine-cellars in particular are searched; and I may say that our
division has drank more champagne on its own account than I ever
remember to have seen in the district of Champagne, when I visited it
last year before the war.

"In the second place, our light-fingered forces carry off all the horses
we can take with us; all toilet things, glasses, stockings, brushes,
boots and shoes, linen--in a word, everything is `stuck to!'

"The officers, I may add, are no exception to the private soldiers, but
steal in their proper precedence, appropriating whatever objects of art
or pictures of value they can find in the mansions we visit in these
archaeological tours of ours.  Only yesterday, the adjutant of my
regiment, a noble by birth, but I am sorry to say not a gentleman either
by manners or moral demeanour, came to me and said, `Fritz Dort, do me
the favour to steal for me all the loot you can bring me.  We will at
all events show Moltke that he has not sent us into this war for
nothing.'  Of course, this being an order from a superior officer, I
could not say anything but `At your command, your highness!'  But what
will come of it all only God knows!  I'm afraid, when there is nothing
left to lay our hands on, we will begin to appropriate the goods and
chattels of each other; although, little mother, I will endeavour to
keep my fingers clean, if only for your sake!"

Fritz, however, soon had something more exciting to think about than the
morals of his comrades; for, only a few days after he joined his
regiment, he went into action again at the battle of Amiens, when the
Germans drove back Faidherbe's "army of the north," routing them with
much slaughter, and taking many prisoners, besides thirteen cannon.  A
French regiment of marines was ridden down by a body of German Hussars,
who were almost decimated by the charge--which resembled that of
Balaclava, the "sea soldiers" standing behind entrenchments with their

Later on, too, Fritz was in a more memorable engagement.  It occurred on
the morning of the 23rd of December at Pont Noyelles, where the army of
General Manteuffel, numbering about fifty thousand men with some forty
guns, attacked a force of almost double the strength, commanded by
Faidherbe, the last of the generals on whom the French relied outside of
Paris.  The two armies confronted each other from opposing heights,
separated by the valley of the Somme and a small, winding stream, which
falls into the larger river at Daours, on the right and left banks of
which the contending forces were respectively aligned; and the combat
opened about eleven o'clock in the forenoon with a heavy cannonade,
under cover of which the German tirailleurs smartly advanced and took
possession of several small villages, although the French shortly
afterwards drove them out of these at the point of the bayonet,
exhibiting great gallantry.  In the evening, both armies rested in the
same positions they had occupied at the commencement of the fight; but,
although the French greatly outnumbered their antagonists, being
especially superior in artillery, the fire of which had considerably
thinned the German ranks, they did nothing the whole of the succeeding
day.  On the contrary, they rested in a state of complete inactivity,
when, if they had but pushed forwards, they might have compelled the
retreat of Manteuffel.

The next morning was that of Christmas Day.

Fritz could not but remember it, in spite of his surroundings, for he
received a small parcel by the field post, containing some warm woollen
socks knitted by Lorischen's own fair fingers, and sent to him in order
"to prevent his appropriating those of the poor French peasantry," as he
had intimated might be the case with him in his last letter home, should
he be in need of such necessaries and not have any of his own.  His good
mother, too, did not forget him, nor did a certain young lady who
resided at Darmstadt.

It was the morning of Christmas Day; but not withstanding its holy and
peaceful associations, Fritz and every one else in Manteuffel's army
corps expected that the anniversary would be celebrated in blood.  Judge
of their surprise, however, when, as the day advanced, the vedettes and
outposts they sent ahead returned with the strange intelligence that the
enemy had abandoned the highly advantageous ground they had selected on
Pont Noyelles, retiring on Arras.

The news was almost too good to be true; but, nevertheless, the German
cavalry were soon on the alert, pursuing the retreating force and
slaughtering thousands in the chase--thus Christmas Day was passed!

The new year opened with more fighting for Fritz; for, on the 2nd of
January, occurred the battle of Bapaume, and on the 19th of the same
month the more disastrous engagement for the French of Saint Quentin,
which finally crumbled up "the army of the north" under Faidherbe, which
at one time almost looked as if it would have succeeded in raising the
siege of Paris, by diverting the attention of the encircling force.
However, in neither of these actions did Fritz either get wounded or
gain additional promotion; and from thence, up to the close of the war,
his life in the invaded country was uneventful and without interest.

Yes, to him; for he was longing to return home.

"Going to the war" had lost all its excitement for him, the carnage of
the past months and the sorrowful scenes he had witnessed having fairly
satiated him with "glory" and all the horrors which follow in its train.

Now, he was fairly hungering for home, and the quiet of the old
household at Lubeck with his "little mother" and Lorischen--not
forgetting Mouser, to make home more homelike and enjoyable, for Fritz
thought how he would have to teach Gelert, who had likewise escaped
scathless throughout the remainder of the campaign in the north of
France, to be on friendly terms with the old nurse's pet cat.

He was thinking of some one else too; for, lately, the letters of
Madaleine had stopped, although she had previously corresponded with him
regularly.  He could not make out the reason for her silence.  One
despatch might certainly have been lost in transmission through the
field post; but for three or four--as would have been the case if she
had responded in due course to his effusions, which were written off to
Darmstadt each week without fail--to miss on the journey, was simply

Some treachery must be at work; or else, Madaleine was ill; or, she had
changed her mind towards him.

Which of these reasons caused her silence?

It was probably, he thought, the former which he had to thank for his
anxiety; and the cause, he was certain, was the baroness.  What
blessings he heaped on her devoted head!

It was in this frame of mind that Fritz awaited the end of the war.



That winter was the dullest ever known in the little household of the
Gulden Strasse, and the coldest experienced for years in Lubeck--quiet
town of cold winters, situated as it is on the shores of the ice-bound

It was such bitter, inclement weather, with the thermometer going down
to zero and the snow freezing as it fell, that neither Madame Dort nor
old Lorischen went out of the house more than they could help; and, as
for Mouser, he lived and slept and miaow-wowed in close neighbourhood to
the stove in the parlour, not even the temptation of cream inducing him
to leave the protection of its enjoyable warmth.  For him, the mice
might ravage the cupboards below the staircase, his whilom happy
hunting-ground, at their own sweet will; and the birds, rendered tame by
their privations, invade the sanctity of the balcony and the window-
sills, whereon at another season their lives would not be worth a
moment's purchase.  He heeded them not now, nor did he, as of yore,
resent the intrusion of Burgher Jans' terrier, when that predatory
animal came prowling within the widow's tenement in company with his
master, who had not entirely ceased his periodic visits, in spite of
"the cold shoulder" invariably turned to him by Lorischen.  Mouser
wasn't going to inconvenience himself for the best dog in Christendom;
so, on the advent of the terrier, he merely hopped from the front of the
stove to the top, where he frizzled his feet and fizzed at his enemy,
without risking the danger of catching an influenza, as he might
otherwise have done if he had sought refuge elsewhere out in the cold.

Aye, for it was cold; and many was the time, when, rubbing their
tingling fingers, both the widow and Lorischen pitied the hardships to
which poor Fritz was exposed in the field, almost feeling angry and
ashamed at themselves for being comfortable when he had to endure so
much--as they knew from all the accounts published in the newspapers of
the sufferings which the invading armies had to put up with, although
Fritz himself made light of his physical grievances.

At Christmas-tide they were sad enough at his absence, with the memory
of the lost Eric also to make that merry-making time for others doubly
miserable to them; but, on the dawn of the new year, their hopes began
to brighten with the receipt of every fresh piece of news from France
concerning the progress of the war.

"The end cannot be far off now," they said to one another in mutual
consolation, so as to cheer up each other's drooping spirits.  "Surely
the campaign cannot last much longer!"

The last Sunday in the month came, and on this day Madame Dort and
Lorischen went to the Marien Kirche to service.

Previously they had been in the habit of attending the Dom Kirche, from
the fact of Eric's liking to see, first as a child and afterwards as a
growing boy, the great astronomical clock whose queer-looking eyes
rolled so very curiously with the swing of the pendulum backwards and
forwards each second; but, now, they went to the other house of God for
a different reason.  It, too, had an eccentric clock, distinguished for
a procession of figures of the saints, which jerked themselves into
notice each hour above the dial; still it was not that which attracted
the widow there.  The church was filled with large monumental figures
with white, outstretching wings, that hovered out into prominence above
the carvings of the old oak screens, black with age.  These figures
appeared as if soaring up to the roof of the chancel; and Madame Dort
had a fancy, morbid it might have been, that she could pray better
there, surrounded as it were by guardian angels, whose protection she
invoked on behalf of her boy lost at sea, and that other, yet alive, who
was "in danger, necessity," and possibly "tribulation!"

After she and Lorischen had returned home from the Marien Kirche, the
day passed quietly and melancholy away; but the next morning broke more

It was the 30th of January, 1871.  Both the lone women at the little
house in the Gulden Strasse remembered that fact well; for, on the
morrow, the month from which they had expected such good tidings would
be up, and if they heard nothing before its close they must needs

Seeing that the morning broke bright and cheerily, with the sun shining
down through the frost-laden air, making the snow on the roofs look
crisper and causing the icicles from the eaves to glitter in its
scintillating rays, Lorischen determined to go to market, especially as
she had not been outside the doorway, except to go to church, since the
previous week.

She had not much to buy, it is true; but then she might have a gossip
with the neighbours and hear some news, perhaps--who knows?

Anything might have happened without the knowledge of herself or her
mistress, as no one, not even Burgher Jans, had been to visit them for
ever so long!

Clad, therefore, in her thick cloak and warm boots, with her wide, red-
knitted woollen shawl over her head and portly market-basket on arm,
Lorischen sallied out like the dove from the ark, hoping perchance to
bring back with her an olive branch of comfort; while the widow sat
herself down by the stove in the parlour with her needle, stitching away
at some new shirts she was engaged on to renew Fritz's wardrobe when he
came back.  Seeing an opportunity for taking up a comfortable position,
Mouser jumped up at once into her lap as soon as the old nurse had left
the room, purring away with great complacency and watching in a lazy way
the movements of her busy fingers, blinking sleepily the while at the
glowing fire in front of him.

Lorischen had not been gone long when Madame Dort heard her bustling
back up the staircase without.  She knew the old nurse's step well; but,
besides hers, she heard the tread of some one else, and then the noisy
bark of a dog.  A sort of altercation between two voices followed, in
which the old nurse's angry accents were plainly perceptible; and next
there seemed a hurried scuffle just without the parlour door, which
suddenly burst open with a clatter, and two people entered the room.

They were Lorischen and Burgher Jans, who both tried to speak together,
the result being a confused jangle of tongues from which Madame Dort
could learn nothing.

"I say I was first!" squeaked the Burgher in a high treble key, which he
always adopted when excited beyond his usual placid mode of utterance.

"And I say it was me!" retorted the old nurse in her gruff tones, which
were much more like those of a man.  "What right have you to try and
supplant the servant of the house, who specially went out about it, you
little meddlesome teetotum, I'd like to know, hey?"

"But I was first, I say!  Madame Dort--"

"Don't listen to him, mistress," interposed Lorischen.  "I've just--"

"There's news of--"

But, bang just then came Lorischen's market-basket against the side of
the little man's head, knocking his hat off and stopping his speech
abruptly; while the old nurse muttered savagely, "I wish it had been
your little turnip-top of a head instead of your hat, that I do!"

"Good people! good people!" exclaimed Madame Dort, rising to her feet
and dropping her needlework and Mouser--who rapidly jumped on to the top
of the stove out of the reach of Burgher Jans' terrier, which, of
course, had followed his master into the parlour and at once made a dart
at the cat as he tumbled on to the floor from the widow's lap.  "Pray do
not make such a noise, and both speak at once!  What is the matter that
you are so eager to tell me--good news, I trust, Lorischen, or you would
not have hurried back so soon?"

Madame Dort's voice trembled with anxiety, and tears of suspense stood
in her eyes.

"There," said Lorischen triumphantly to the Burgher, who remained silent
for the moment from the shock of the old nurse's attack.  "You see for
yourself that my mistress wishes me to tell her."

"Oh, what is it--what have you heard?" cried the widow plaintively.  "Do
not keep me in this agony any longer!"

And she sat down again nervously in her chair, gazing from one to the
other in mute entreaty and looking as if she were going to faint.

"There now, see what you've done!" said Lorischen, hastening to Madame
Dort's side.  "I told you what it would be if you blurted it out like

Burgher Jans' eyes grew quite wide with astonishment beneath the broad
rims of his tortoise-shell spectacles, giving him more than ever the
appearance of an owl.

"Peace, woman!" he exclaimed.  "I--"

"Yes, that's it, dear mistress," interrupted the old nurse, half
laughing, half crying, as she knelt down beside the widow's chair and
put her arm round her caressingly.  "There's peace proclaimed at last,
and the dear young Herr will come home again to you now!"

"Peace?" repeated the widow, looking up with an anxious stare from one
to the other.

"Yes, peace, most worthy lady," said Burgher Jans pompously in his
ordinary bland voice; adding immediately afterwards for Lorischen's
especial benefit--"and I was the first to tell you of it, after all."

"Never mind," replied that worthy, too much overpowered with emotion at
the happiness of the widow to contest the point.  "We both brought the
glad tidings together.  Madame, dearest mistress, you are glad, are you

But Madame Dort was silent for the moment.  Her eyes were closed, and
her lips moving in earnest prayer of thankfulness to Him who had heard
her prayers and granted the fervent wish of her heart at last.

"Is it really true?" she asked presently.

"Yes, well-born and most worthy lady," replied the little fat man, whom
Lorischen now allowed to speak without further interruption.  "Our
Bismark signed an armistice with the French at Versailles on Saturday by
which Paris capitulates, the forts defending it being given over to our
soldiers, and the starving city allowed to be reprovisioned by the good
English, who have prepared ever so many train-loads of food to go in for
the use of the population."

"Ah, those good English!" chimed in Lorischen.

"You have reason to say that, dearest maiden," continued the Burgher,
bowing suavely to the old woman.  "They subscribed, ah! more than a
million thalers for this purpose in London."

"And I suppose the war will now cease?" said Madame Dort.

"Most certainly, worthy lady," replied Burgher Jans.  "The armistice is
to last for three weeks to enable the French to have an election of
members to an assembly which will decide whether the contest shall go on
any further; but there is no doubt, as their armies have all been
defeated and their resources exhausted, that hostilities will not be
again resumed.  All parties are sick of fighting by this time!"

"So I should think," exclaimed Lorischen warmly.  "It has been a bloody,
murdering work, that of the last six months!"

"Yes, but good for Germany," put in the little man in his bland way.

"Humph! much good, with widows left without their husbands and children
fatherless, and the stalwart sons that should have been the help of
their mothers made food for French powder and the chassepot!  Besides, I
don't think the German states, Meinherr," added the old nurse more
politely than she usually addressed the Burgher, "will get much of the
plunder.  Mark my words if Prussia does not take the lion's share!"

"You have reason, dearest maiden," answered the other, agreeing with his
old opponent for once.  "I've no doubt that, like the poor Bavarians who
had to do the heaviest part of the fighting, we shall get only the kicks
and Prussia the halfpence!"

"That's more than likely," said Lorischen, much pleased at the
similarity of their sentiments; "and I suppose we can expect Herr Fritz
home soon now, eh?"

"Probably as soon as peace is regularly established; for then, our
troops will commence to evacuate France and march back to the Rhine,"
replied Burgher Jans,--"that Rhine whose banks they have so valiantly

"Ah, we'd better begin at once to prepare to receive our soldier lad,"
said the old nurse with much cheerfulness, as if she wished to set to
without a moment's delay at making things ready for Fritz; seeing which,
Burgher Jans took his departure, the widow and Lorischen both expressing
their thanks for the good news he had brought, and the old nurse
actually escorting him to the door in a most unusual fit of civility!

The definite treaty of peace between France and Germany was completed on
the 28th February, 1871, when it was ratified by the constituent
assembly sitting at Bordeaux, the conquered country surrendering two of
her richest provinces, Alsace and Lorraine, together with the fortresses
of Metz and Belfort--the strongest on the frontier--besides paying an
indemnity of no less a sum than five milliards of francs, some two
hundred millions of pounds in English money, to the victors!

It was a terrible price to pay for the war; for, in addition to these
sacrifices must be reckoned:-- 2,400 captured field guns; 120 eagles,
flags, and standards; 4,000 fortress guns; and 11,669 officers and
363,326 men taken prisoners in battle and interned in Germany--not
counting 170,000 men of the garrison of Paris who must be held to have
surrendered to their conquerors, although these were not led away
captive like the others, who were kept in durance until the first moiety
of their ransom was paid!

But, Prince Bismark over-reached himself in grinding down the country as
he did.  He thought, that, by fixing such an enormous sum for the
indemnity, France would be under the heel of Germany for years to come,
as the Prussian troops were not to leave until the money was paid.
Instead of which, by a general and stupendous movement of her
population, inflamed by a praiseworthy spirit of patriotism, the five
milliards were paid within a year and the French soil clear of the
invader--this being the most wonderful thing connected with the war,
some persons think!

Meanwhile, Madame Dort's anxiety to behold her son again at home and his
earnest wish to the same effect had to await gratification.

The news of the armistice before Paris reached Lubeck on the 30th
January; but it was not until March that the German troops began to
evacuate their positions in front of the capital of France, and nearly
the end of the month before the last battalion turned its face homeward.

Before that wished-for end was reached, Fritz was terribly heart-sick
about Madaleine.

After a long silence, enduring for over a month, during which his mind
was torn by conflicting doubts and fears, he had received a short,
hurried note from her, telling him that she had been ill and was worried
by domestic circumstances.  She did not know what would become of her,
she wrote, adding that he had better cease to think of her, although she
would always pray for his welfare.

That was all; but it wasn't a very agreeable collapse to the nice little
enchanted "castle in Spain" he had been diligently building up ever
since his meeting with Madaleine at Mezieres:-- it was a sad downfall to
the hopes he had of meeting her again!

Of course, he wrote to his mother, telling her of his misery; but she
could not console him much, save by exhorting him to live in hope, for
that all would come well in good time.

"Old people can't feel like young ones," thought Fritz.  "She doesn't
know what I suffer in my heart."

And so time rolled on slowly enough for mother and son; he, counting the
days--sadly now, for his return was robbed of one of its chief
expectations; she, gladly, watching to clasp her firstborn in her arms
once more.  Ample amends she thought this would be to her for all the
anxiety she had suffered since Fritz had left home the previous summer,
especially after her agonised fear of losing him!

Towards the close of March, the Hanoverian regiments returned to their
depot, Fritz being forwarded on to Lubeck.

As no one knew the precise day or hour when the train bearing him home
might be expected to arrive, of course there was no one specially
waiting at the railway station to welcome him back.  Only the ordinary
curiosity-mongers amongst the townspeople were there; but these were
always on the watch for new-comers.  They raised a sort of cheer when he
and his comrades belonging to the neighbourhood alighted from the
railway carriages; but, although the cheering was hearty, and Fritz and
the others joined in the popular Volkslieder that the townspeople
started, the young sub-lieutenant missed his mother's dear face and
Lorischen's friendly, wrinkled old countenance, both of whom, somehow or
other without any reason to warrant the assumption, he had thought would
have been there.

It was in a melancholy manner, therefore, that he took his way towards
the Gulden Strasse and the little house he had not seen for so long--
could it only have been barely nine months ago?

How small everything looked now, after his travels and experiences of
the busy towns and handsome cities of France which he had but so lately
passed through!  All here seemed quiet, quaint, diminutive, old-
fashioned, like the resemblance to some antique picture, or the dream
city of a dream!

Presently, he is in the old familiar street of his youth.  It seemed so
long and wide then; now, he can traverse its length in two strides, and
it is so narrow that the buildings on either side almost meet in the

But, the home-coming charm is on him; love draws him forward quickly
like a magnet!  He sees his mother's house at the end of the street.  He
is up the outside stairway with an agile bound.

With full heart, he bursts open the door, and, in a second, is within
the parlour.  He hears his mother's cry of joy.

"My son, my son!" and she throws herself on his neck, as he clasps her
in a fond embrace, recollecting that once he never expected to have
lived to see her again.

And Lorischen, too, she comes forward with a handshake and a hug for the
boy she has nursed on her knee many a time in the years agone.

But, who is this besides?

"What!  Madaleine?" exclaims Fritz.

"Yes, it is I," she replies demurely, a merry smile dancing on her face,
and a glad light in the bright blue eyes.

This was the surprise Madame Dort had prepared for Fritz--a pleasant
one, wasn't it, with which to welcome him home?



"I have to thank you, dear mother, for this!" said Fritz, with an
affectionate smile, to Madame Dort.  "How did you contrive such a
pleasant surprise?"

"You told me of your trouble, my son," she replied; "so I did my best to
help you under the circumstances."

"And you, little traitress," exclaimed he, turning to Madaleine.  "How
could you keep me in suspense all those weary weeks that have elapsed
since the year began?"

"I did not think you cared so much," said she defiantly.

"Cared!" he repeated.

"Well, it was not my fault," she explained.  "When I wrote to you last,
I really never thought I should see you again."

"You don't know me yet," said Fritz.  "I should have hunted you out to
the world's end!  I had determined, as soon as I had seen mother, to go
off to Darmstadt and find out what had become of you."

"And a nice wild-goose chase you would have had," answered Madaleine,
tossing her head, and shaking the silky masses of golden hair, now
unconfined by any jealous coiffe, with her blue eyes laughing fun.  "You
wouldn't have found me there!  The baroness--"

"Hang her!" interrupted Fritz angrily; "I should like to settle her!"

"Ah, I wouldn't mind your doing that now," continued the girl naively;
"she treated me very unkindly at the end."

"The brute!" said Fritz indignantly.

"Her son--the young baron, you know--came home from the war in January.
He was invalided, but I don't think there was anything the matter with
him at all; for, no sooner had he got back to the castle than he began
worrying me, paying all sorts of attention and pestering me with his

"Puppy!" exclaimed Fritz; "I would have paid him some delicate little
attentions if I'd been there!"

"Oh, I knew how to treat him," said Madaleine.  "I soon made him keep
his distance!  But it is the Baroness Stolzenkop that I complain of; she
actually taxed me with encouraging him!"

"Indeed?" interrogated Fritz.

"Yes; and, when I told her I wouldn't choose her fop of a son if there
wasn't another man in Germany, why she accused me of impertinence,
telling me that the fact of my having attracted the young baron was an
honour which an humble girl in my position should have been proud of--
she did, really!"

"The old cat!" said Fritz indignantly; "I should like to wring her neck
for her."

"Hush, my son," interposed Madame Dort.  "Pray don't make use of such
violent expressions.  The baroness, you know, is exalted in rank, and--"

"Then all the greater shame for her to act so dishonourably," he
interrupted hotly.  "She ought to be--I can find no words to tell what I
would do to her, there!"

"Besides, Master Fritz," said old Lorischen, "I won't have you speak so
disrespectfully of cats, the noblest animals on earth!  Look at Mouser
there, looking his indignation at you; can't you see how he feels the
reproach of your comparing him to that horrid baroness?"

This remark at once diverted the conversation, all turning in the
direction the old nurse pointed, where a little comedy was being

Mouser--with his tail erected like a stiff bottle-brush, and every
individual hair galvanised into a perpendicular position on his back,
which was curved into the position of a bent bow with rage and
excitement, his whiskers bristling out from each side of his head and
his mouth uttering the most horrible anathemas the cat language is
capable of--was perched on the back of Madame Dort's arm-chair in the
corner; while poor Gelert, the innocent cause of all this display of
emotion on Mouser's part, was calmly surveying him and sniffing
interrogatory inquiries as to whom he had the pleasure of speaking.  The
dog had not yet been formally introduced to his new cat friend, and from
the commanding position he had taken up, with his hind legs on the
hearthrug and his fore paws on the seat of the easy chair, he had
considerable advantage over pussy, should that sagacious creature think
of fleeing to another vantage-ground; although the thought of this, it
should be added, never crossed for an instant the mind of old Mouser; he
knew well when he was safe.

Fritz burst out laughing.

"Lie down, Gelert!" he cried; and the retriever at once obeyed.

"Is that the dear dog?" inquired Madame Dort, stooping to pat him.

"Yes," said Fritz, "this is Gelert, the brave, faithful fellow but for
whom I would have bled to death on the battlefield and never have been
saved by Madaleine!"

"Thanks be to God!" exclaimed the widow piously.  "What a nice dog he

"He is all that," replied Fritz; "still, he must be taught not to molest
Master Mouser.  Here, Gelert!"

The dog at once sprang up again from his recumbent position on the
hearthrug; while Mouser, his excessive spiny and porcupinish appearance
having become somewhat toned down, was now watchfully observing this new
variety of the dog species, which his natural instinct taught him to
regard with antagonism and yet who was so utterly different from Burgher
Jans' terrier, the only specimen of the canine race with whom he had
been previously acquainted.

"See," said Fritz to the retriever, laying one hand on his head and
stroking the cat with the other, "you mustn't touch poor Mouser.  Good

The animal gave a sniff of intelligence, seeming to know at once what
was expected of him; and, never, from that moment, did he ever exhibit
the slightest approach of hostility to pussy--no, not even when Mouser,
as he did sometimes from curiosity, would approach him at the very
delicate juncture when he was engaged on a bone, which few dogs can
stand--the two ever after remaining on the friendliest of friendly
terms; so friendly, indeed, that Mouser would frequently curl himself to
sleep between Gelert's paws on the hearthrug.

This little diversion had drawn away the conversation from Madaleine's
treatment by the old Baroness Stolzenkop; but, presently, Madame Dort
proceeded to explain to Fritz that, on account of his telling her in one
of his letters home how anxious he was in the matter, and knowing
besides how much she was indebted to Madaleine for saving his life by
her kindly nursing when he was in the villa hospital at Mezieres, she
had written to her at Darmstadt, asking her to pay her a visit and so
light up a lonely house with her presence until her son should have
returned from the war.  "And a veritable house fairy she has been,"
concluded the widow, speaking from her heart, with tears in her eyes.
"She has been like sunshine to me in the winter of my desolation."

"And Mouser likes her, too," said Lorischen, as if that settled the

"She's the best manager in the world," next put in Madame Dort.  "She
has saved me a world of trouble since she's been in the house."

"And she cooks better than any one else in Lubeck!" exclaimed the old
nurse, not to be beat in enumerating all the good qualities of Fritz's
guardian angel, who had taken her heart, as well as the widow's, by

Meanwhile, the subject of all these remarks stood in the centre of the
room, blushing at the compliments paid her on all sides.

"Dear me, good people, I shall have to run away if you go on like that,"
she cried at last.  "I have been so happy here," she added, turning to
Fritz.  "It's the first time I've known what home was since my mother

"Poor child," said Madame Dort, opening her arms.  "Come here, I'll be
your mother now."

"Ah, that's just what I've longed for!" exclaimed Fritz rapturously.
"Madaleine, will you be her daughter in reality?"

The girl did not reply in words, but she gave him one look, and then hid
her face in the widow's bosom.

"Poor Eric," said the widow presently, resigning Madaleine to the care
of Fritz, who was nothing loth to take charge of her--the two retreating
to a corner and sitting down side by side, having much apparently to say
to each other, if such might be surmised from their bent heads and
whispered conversation.  "If he were but here, my happiness would now be
almost complete!"

"Yes," chimed in Lorischen as she bustled out of the room, Madame Dort
following her quietly, so as to leave the lovers to themselves--"the
dear flaxen-haired sailor laddie, with his merry ways and laughing eyes.
I think I can see him now before me!  Ah, it is just nineteen months to
the day since he sailed away on that ill-fated voyage, you remember,

But, she need not have asked the question.  Madame Dort had counted
every day since that bright autumn morning when she saw her darling for
the last time at the railway station.  It was not likely that she would
forget how long he had been absent!

Later on, when the excitement of coming home to his mother and meeting
with Madaleine had calmed down, Fritz, having ceased to be a soldier,
his services not being any longer required with the Landwehr, turned his
attention to civil employment; for, now, with the prospect of marrying
before him, it was more urgent than ever that he should have something
to do in order to occupy his proper position as bread-winner of the
family, the widow's means being limited and it being as much as she
could do to support herself and Lorischen out of her savings, without
having to take again to teaching--which avocation, indeed, her health of
late years had rendered her unable to continue, had she been desirous of
resuming it again.

Madaleine, of course, could have gone out as a governess, Madame Dort
being, probably, easily able to procure her a situation in the family of
one of her former pupils; or she might have resumed the position of a
hospital nurse, for which she had been trained at Darmstadt, having been
taken on as an assistant in the convalescent home established in that
town by the late Princess Alice of Hesse, when the Baroness Stolzenkop
turned her adrift.  But Fritz would not hear of Madaleine's leaving his

"No," said he decisively to her, "your place is here with mutterchen,
who regards you as a daughter--don't you, mother?"

"Yes, indeed," answered the widow readily enough--"so long as I'm

"There, you see, you've no option," continued Fritz triumphantly.
"Mother would not be able to do without you now.  Besides, it is not
necessary.  I will be able to earn bread enough for all.  Look at these
broad shoulders and strong arms, hey!  What were they made for else, I'd
like to know?"

Still, Fritz did not find it so easy to get employment as he thought.

Herr Grosschnapper had kept the clerkship he had formerly filled in his
counting-house open for him some time after the commencement of the war;
but, finding that Fritz would be away much longer than he had expected,
he had been forced to employ a substitute in his place.  This young man
had proved himself so diligent and active in mastering all the details
of the business in a short time, that the worthy shipowner did not wish
to discharge him now when his original clerk returned, and Fritz himself
would have been loth to press the matter; although, he had looked upon
his re-engagement in the merchant's office as a certainty when he came
back to Lubeck.

Fritz had thought, with that self-confidence which most of us possess,
that no one could possibly have kept Herr Grosschnapper's books or
calculated insurances with such ability as he could, and that the worthy
merchant would have been only too delighted to welcome so able a clerk
when he walked into the counting-house again.  He had not lived long
enough to know that as good, or better, a man can always be found to
fill the place of even the best; and that, much as we may estimate our
own value, a proportionate equivalent can soon be supplied from other

So, much to Fritz's chagrin, on going down to the merchant's place of
business on the quay, all eagerness to resume work again on the old
footing, he found that he was not wanted: he would have to apply
elsewhere for employment.

"Oh, that will not be a hard matter," he thought to himself.

"Softly, my friend," whispered fickle Dame Fortune in his ear, "not
quite so fast!  Things don't always turn out just as you wish, young
sir, with your reliant impetuosity!"

Lubeck had never been at any time a bustling place, for it had no trade
to speak of; and now, since the war had crippled commerce, everything
was in a state of complete stagnation.  Ships were laying up idle all
along the banks of the great canal, although spring was advancing and
the ice-chains that bound up the Baltic would soon be loosed.  There
were no cargoes to be had; and perforce, the carriers of the sea were
useless, making a corresponding dearth of business in the houses of the
shipping firms.  Why, instead of engaging fresh hands at their desks,
they would have need soon to discharge some of their old ones!  This was
the answer that met his ear at every place he applied to, and he had
finally to give up all hope of finding work in his native town.

It was the same elsewhere.

The five milliards of ransom paid by France, brought no alleviation of
the enormous taxation imposed on Germany to bear the expense of
organising the great military machine employed to carry out the war.
The Prussian exchequer alone reaped the benefit of this plunder of the
conquered nation; as for the remaining states of the newly created
empire, they were not a farthing to the good for all the long train of
waggons filled with gold and silver and bales of bank-notes that
streamed over the frontier when the war indemnity was paid.  If
possible, their position was made worse instead of better; as, from the
more extravagant style of living now adopted, in lieu of the former
frugal habits in vogue--on account of the soldiers of the Fatherland
learning to love luxury through their becoming accustomed during the
campaign to what they had never dreamt of in their lives before--
articles of food and dress became increased in price, so that it was a
difficult matter for people with a small income to make both ends meet.

Ah, there was wide-spread poverty and dearth of employment throughout
the length and breadth of the land, albeit there might be feasting and
hurrahing, and clinking of champagne glasses Unter den Linden at Berlin!

However, Fritz was not the sort of fellow to grow despondent, or fail to
recognise the urgency of the situation.

Long before Eric had gone to sea, he had fancied that Lubeck, with its
slow movements and asthmatic trade, offered little opening for the
energy and ability with which he felt himself endowed; for, he might
live and die a clerk there, without the chance of ever rising to
anything else.  He had frequently longed to go abroad and carve out a
fortune in some fresh sphere; but the thought of leaving his mother
alone prevented him from indulging in this day-dream, and he had
determined, much against the grain, to be satisfied with the humble lot
which appeared to be his appointed place in life.

Now, however, circumstances had changed.  His place was filled up in the
old world; Providence itself forced him to seek an opening in the new.

His mind was made up at once.

"Little mother," said he one evening, when he had been home a month,
seeing every prospect of employment shut out from him--his last hope,
that of a situation in the house of a comrade's father at Coblentz, from
which he had expected great things, having failed--"I've determined to
emigrate to America--that is, if you do not offer any objection; for I
should not like to go without your consent, although I see there's no
chance for me here in Germany."

"What!" exclaimed Madame Dort, so startled that she let her knitting
drop.  "Go to America, across the terrible sea?"

Fritz had already explained matters to Madaleine, and she, brave-hearted
girl that she was, concealing her own feelings at the separation between
them which her lover's resolve would necessitate, did not seek to urge
him against his will to abandon his project.  She believed in his
honesty of purpose, relying on his strong, impulsive character; and what
he had decided on, she decided, too, as a good wife that was to be,
would be best not only for them both but for all.

"Yes, to America, mutterchen," he replied to the widow's exclamation,
speaking in a tender voice of entreaty.  "It is not so very far, you
know, dear little mother, eh?  It will be only from Bremerhaven to
Southampton in England,--you recollect going there with me for a trip,
don't you, the year before last?--and from Southampton to New York; and,
there, I shall be in my new home in ten days' time at the outside!  Why,
it's nothing, a mere nothing of a voyage when you come to consider it

"Across the wide, wild ocean that has already robbed me of Eric, my
youngest," went on poor Madame Dort, unheeding his words; "you, my
firstborn--my only son now--I shall never see you more, I know!" and she
gave way to a burst of tears.

"Say not so, darling mother," said Madaleine, throwing her arms round
her and joining in her weeping with a sympathetic heart, feeling quite
as great grief at the idea of parting with her lover.  "He will return
for us both bye-and-bye.  He is only going to make that home for us in
the Far West we've read about so often lately, which he cannot hope to
establish here; and then, my mother,--for you are my mother too, now,
are you not?--he will come back for you and me, or we will go out and
join him."

"And I should like to know what will become of me, Fraulein Madaleine,"
interposed Lorischen indignantly.  "Am I to be left behind to be
bothered all my life long by that little plague, Burgher Jans?"

"No, no, Lorischen," laughed Fritz; "a home across the sea in America
would not be a home without you--or Mouser, either," he added.

"That's all right, then," said the old nurse affably; her digression
serving to break the gravity of the conversation, and make Madame Dort
take a better view of the matter.

"But, it's a terrible journey, though, a terrible journey--almost worse
than parting with him to go to the war," said the widow sadly to

"Ah, but you did not have Madaleine with you then," replied Fritz,
turning a look of affection to the fair girl clinging to his mother.
"She will be a daughter to you, and comfort you in my absence, I know."

"Aye, that I will," exclaimed Madaleine fondly, caressing her adopted
parent and gazing at Fritz with the blue eyes full of love, although
blinded with tears.  "I shall love her dearly for your sake, my darling,
as well as for her own--and my own too; and we will all look forward to
meeting again happily after our present parting, with hope and trust in
the good God who will protect and watch over you in return for our

"Amen to that," said Lorischen heartily.  "And I tell you what it is,
Master Fritz--we'll be all ready when you give the word to follow you
across the sea to that wonderful America!  I declare I'm quite longing
to see it, for I don't think much of this Lubeck now, with such curious,
meddling, impertinent people in it like that odious little fat man,
Burgher Jans."

These words of the old nurse put them all in a merry mood, and the
family council thus terminated more cheerily than it had begun.



Fritz was as prompt in action as he was rapid in resolve; so in a few
days after he had imparted to Madaleine and his mother his intention of
emigrating to America, his last good-byes were exchanged with the little
household in the Gulden Strasse--not forgetting the faithful Gelert, now
domiciled in the family, whom it was impossible to take with him on
account of the expense and trouble his transit would have occasioned,
besides which, the good doggie would be ever so much better looked after
by those left behind and would serve "as a sort of pledge," Fritz told
Madaleine, "of his master's return!"

Yes, within a week at the outside, he had left Lubeck once more, and was
on his way to that western "land of the free" which Henry Russell the
ballad writer, has sung of:-- where the "mighty Missouri rolls down to
the sea," and where imperial autocrats and conscription are undreamt
of--although, not so very, very many years ago, it was convulsed in the
throes of a civil war which could boast of as gigantic struggles between
hostile forces and as terrible and bloodthirsty battles as those which
had characterised that Franco-German campaign, in which Fritz had but so
recently participated and been heartily sick of before it terminated!

The love of colonisation seems to be the controlling spirit of modern

Some sceptics in the truth of historical accuracy, have whispered their
suspicions that, the "New World" was actually discovered at a date long
anterior to the age of Columbus; but, even allowing that there might be
some stray scrap of fact for this assertion, it may be taken for granted
that the first nucleus of our present system of emigration, from the
older continent to the "new" one, originated in the little band of
thirty-nine men left behind him by Christopher in Hispaniola, at the
close of his first "voyage beyond seas," in the year 1493, or
thereabouts.  This small settlement failed, as is well-known, and the
bones of the Genoese mariner who founded it have been mouldering in dust
for centuries.  Sir Walter Raleigh--the gallant imitator of Columbus,
treading so successfully in his footsteps as to illustrate the old adage
of the pupil excelling the master, the original expounder, indeed, of
the famous "Westwards Ho!" doctrine since preached so ably by latter-day
enthusiasts--has also departed to that bourne from whence no traveller
returns.  So have, likewise, a host of others, possessing names proudly
borne on the chronicle of fame as martyrs to the universal spread of
discovery and spirit of progress.  But, the love of enterprise, and
consequent expansion of civilisation and commercial venture, inaugurated
by the brave old pioneers of Queen Elizabeth's day, have not ceased to
impel similar seekers after something beyond ordinary humdrum life.  The
path of discovery, although narrowed through research, has not yet been
entirely exhausted; for "fresh fields and pastures new," as hopeful as
those about which Milton rhapsodised and as plenteously flowing with
typical milk and honey as the promised land of the Israelites, are being
continually opened up and offered to the oppressed and pauperised
populations of Europe.  Thus, the tide of emigration, swelled from the
tiny ocean-drop which marked its first inception more than three hundred
years ago to its present torrentine proportions and bearing away
frequently entire nationalities on its bosom, still flows from the east
to the west, tracing the progress of civilisation from its Alpha to its
Omega, as steadily as when it originally began--aye, and as it will
continue to flow on, until the entire habitable globe shall be peopled
as with one family by the intermixture and association of alien races!

It is curious how this migratory spirit has permeated through the odd
corners of the old world, leading the natives of different countries to
flock like sheep to every freshly spoken of colony; and how, by such
means, Englishmen, Celts, Germans, French, Hollanders, Italians,
Norsemen, Africans, as well as the "Heathen Chinee," are scattered in a
mixed mass over the whole face of the earth now-a-days, as widely as the
descendants of Noah were dispersed from the plain of Shinar after their
unsuccessful attempt at building the tower of Babel--the result being,
that some of the highest types of advancement are at present to be found
where, but a few years back, uncultivated savages, as rude but perhaps
not quite so inquisitive as the late Bishop Colenso's apocryphal Zulu,
were the sole existing evidences of latent humanity!

Fritz, however, was not proceeding to any of these newly colonised
countries.  Like the majority of other Germans who had emigrated before
him, he was aiming for "the States," where, according to the popular
idea in Europe, money can be had for nothing in the shape of any
expenditure of labour, time, or trouble.  Really, the ne'er-do-well and
shiftless seem to regard America as a sort of Tom Tiddler's ground for
the idle, the lazy, and the dissolute--although, mind you, Fritz was
none of these, having made up his mind to work as hard in the New World
as he would have been forced to do in the Old for the fortune he could
not win there, and which he had been forced to turn his back on.

Bremerhaven to Southampton; Southampton to Sandy Hook, as he had told
his mother; and, in ten days altogether, the ocean steamer he travelled
in, one of the North German line, had landed him safely in New York.

Seven years before, when he would have reached the "Empire City" during
the height of the Secession War, he might have sold himself to a "bounty
jumper," as the enlisting agents of the northern army were termed, for a
nice little sum in "greenback" dollars; now, he found sharpers, or
"confidence men," ready to "sell" him in a similar way--only, that the
former rogues would have been satisfied with nothing less than his body
and life, as an emigrant recruit for Grant or Sherman's force; while the
present set cared but for his cash, seeking the same with ravenous maw
almost as soon as he had landed at Castle Garden!

Fritz had taken a steerage passage, so as to save money; and, being
dressed in shabby clothes, in keeping with his third-class ticket, the
loafers about the Battery, at the end of Manhattan Island, on which the
town of New York is built, thought he was merely an ignorant German
peasant whom they might easily impose on.  They, however, soon found
that he had not been campaigning six months for nothing, and so their
efforts at getting him to part with the little capital he had were
pretty well thrown away--especially as Fritz, in his anxiety to find
some work to do at once, did not "let the grass grow under his feet,"
but proceeded up Broadway instead of wasting his time by lounging in the
vicinity of the emigrant depot, as the majority of his countrymen
generally do, apparently in the expectation that employment will come in
search of them.

Still, he soon discovered that New York was overstocked with just the
species of labour he was able to supply.

Of course, if he had been at the pitch of desperation, he might have
found a job of some sort to his hand; but, writing and speaking English
and French fluently in addition to his native tongue, besides being a
good correspondent and book-keeper, he did not feel disposed to throw
away his talents on mere manual labour.  He had emigrated to "make his
fortune," or, at all events, to achieve a position in which he could
hope to build up a home for the dear ones left behind at Lubeck; and
there would not be much chance of his accomplishing this by engaging
himself out as a day labourer--to assist some skilled carpenter or
bricklayer--which was the only work offered him.

"No, sir; nary an opening here!" was the constant reply he met with at
every merchant's office he entered from Wall Street upwards along
Broadway until he came to Canal Street; when, finding the shops, or
"stores" as the Americans call them, going more in the "dry goods" or
haberdashery line, he wended his way back again "down town,"
investigating the various establishments lying between the main
thoroughfare and the North and East rivers, hoping to find a situation
vacant in one of the shipping houses thereabouts.

But, "No, sir; all filled up, I guess," was still the stereotyped
response to his applications, with much emphasis on the "sir"--the
majority of the Manhattanese uttering this word, as Fritz thought, in a
highly indignant tone, although, as he discovered later on, this was the
general pronunciation adopted throughout the States.

"I suppose," he said to one gentleman he asked, and who was, it seemed
to Fritz, the master, or "boss," of the establishment, from the fact of
his lounging back in a rocking chair contiguous to his desk, and
balancing his feet instead of his hands on the latter,--"I suppose it's
because I can give no references to former employers here, that all the
men I speak to invariably decline my services?"

"No, sirree; I reckon not," was the reply.  "Guess we don't care a cuss
where you come from.  We take a man as we find him, for just what he is
worth, without minding what he might have been in the old country, or
bothering other folks for his ka-racter, you bet!  I reckon, mister,
you'd better start right away out West if you want work.  Book-keepers
and sich-like are played out haar; we're filled up to bustin' with 'em,
I guess!"

It was good advice probably; but, still, Fritz did not care to act upon
it.  Having been accustomed all his life to the shipping trade, he
wished to find some opening in that special branch of business; and, if
he went inland to Chicago or elsewhere, he thought, he would be
abandoning his chances for securing the very sort of work he preferred
to have.  Besides, going away from the neighbourhood of ships and quays
and the sea would be like cutting adrift every old association with
Lubeck and Europe; while, in addition, he had directed his letters from
home to be sent to the "Poste Restante, New York," and if he left that
city, why he would never hear how Madaleine and his mother were getting
on in his absence!

So, for days and days he patrolled the town in vain; seeking for work,
and finding none.  The place, as his candid informer had said, was
filled with clerks like himself in search of employment; and they,
linguists especially, were a drug in the market--the cessation of the
Franco-German War having flooded the country with foreign labour.

What should he do?

Before making a move, as everybody advised him, he determined to await
the next mail steamer.  This would bring him a letter from home, in
answer to the one he had written, immediately on landing, telling of his
safe arrival in the New World.  He was dying to have, if only, a line
from those dear ones he had left with a good-bye in the Gulden Strasse,
recounting all that had happened since he had started from home--his
passage across the Atlantic having lasted, according to his morbid
imagination, at least as long as the war he had lately served through!

At last, a letter came; and, as it really put fresh heart in him--
cheering up his drooping energies and banishing a sort of despondent
feeling which had begun to prey upon him, altering him completely from
his former buoyant self--he made up his mind in his old prompt fashion
to visit some of the other seaports on the coast, "Down East," as
Americans say, in order to try whether he might not be able there to get
a billet.

He had very little money left now; for, he had not brought much with him
from home, originally and the greater part of what he had in his pockets
when he came ashore had melted away in paying for his board and lodging
while remaining in New York.  Although he had put up at the cheapest
boarding-house he could find, it was far dearer than the most expensive
accommodation in Lubeck or even at a first-class hotel in any large town
on the Continent.  Living in such a city was actually like eating hard

Fritz saw that he would have to proceed on his journey along the coast
as cheaply as possible:-- he had not much to spare for railway and
steamboat fares.

With this resolution staring him in the face, he made his way one
afternoon to the foot of Canal Street, from the quays facing which, on
the North River, start the huge floating palaces of steamers that
navigate the waters of Long Island Sound--visiting on their way those
New England States where, it may be recollected, the Pilgrim Fathers
landed after their voyage in the _Mayflower_, of historic renown, a
couple of odd centuries ago.

One of these vessels had "Providence" marked on her; and the name at
once arrested the attention of Fritz.

"Himmel!" he said to himself, with a superstitious sort of feeling like
that which he used to ridicule in old Lorischen when she read omens in
Mouser's attitudes and cat language of a night--"this looks lucky;
perhaps providence is going to interpose on my behalf, and relieve me
from all the misery and anxiety I'm suffering!  At all events, I will go
on board and see where the steamer is bound for."

No sooner said than done.

Fritz stepped on to the gangway; and, quickly gaining the vessel, asked
one of the deck hands he saw forward where she was going to.

"Ha-o-ow?" repeated the man--meaning "what?"

"Where are you bound for?" said Fritz again.

"Providence, Rhode Island, I guess, mister.  Can't ye see it writ up?"

"And where's that?" further inquired Fritz.

"New England way, I reckon, whar I wer raised."

"Any ships or shipping trade there?"

The man laughed out heartily.

"Jerusalem, that's prime, anyhow!" he exclaimed.  "Any ships at
Providence?  Why, you might as well ask if thar wer any fish in the sea!
Thar are heaps and heaps on 'em up to Rhode Island, mister, from a
scoop up to a whaler; so I guess we can fix you up slick if you come

"All right, I will," said Fritz; "that is, if the fare is not too high."

"Guess two-fifty won't break you, hey?" responded the deck hand, meaning
two-and-a-half dollars.

"No," said Fritz; "I think I can manage that.  What time do you start?"

"Five o'clock sharp."

"That will just give me time to fetch my valise," said Fritz, thinking

"Where away is that?" asked the man.

"Chatham Street," answered Fritz, "just below the town hall."

"Oh, I know, mister, well enough whar Chatham Street is!  Yes, you'll
have plenty of time if you look smart."

"Thank you, I will," said Fritz; and, going back to the boarding-house
where he had been stopping, he soon returned to the quay with the little
valise that carried all his impedimenta--reaching the steamer just in
the nick of time as she was casting off.

As he jumped on to her deck, the gangway was withdrawn.

"All aboard?" sang out the captain from the pilot-house on the hurricane

"Aye, aye, all aboard," was the response from Fritz's friend the deck
hand, who, with only a red flannel shirt on and a pair of check
trousers--very unsailorlike in appearance altogether--stood in the bows.

"Then fire away and let her rip!" came the reply from the captain above,
followed by the tinkle of an electric bell in the engine-room, the
steamer's paddles revolving with a splash the moment afterwards and
urging her on her watery way.

Round the Battery at Manhattan Point she glided, and up the East River
through Hell Gate into Long Island Sound--one of the most sheltered
channels in the world, and more like a lake or lagoon than an arm of the
sea--leaving a broad wake of creamy green foam behind her like a mill-
race, and quivering from stem to stern with every revolution of her
shaft, with every throb of her high-pressure engines!



The Rhode Island steamer was a splendid boat, Fritz found, when he came
to look about him; for, she was a "floating palace," every inch of her,
with magnificent saloons and state-cabins stretching away the entire
length of the vessel fore and aft.  A light hurricane deck was above
all, on which the passengers could promenade up and down to their
hearts' content, having comfortable cane-bottomed seats along the sides
to sit down upon when tired and no gear, or rope coils, or other
nautical "dunnage," to interrupt their free locomotion on this king of
quarter-decks, which had, besides, an awning on top to tone down the
potency of the western sun.

With three tiers of decks--the lowermost, or main, containing the
engine-room and stowage place for cargo, as well as the men's quarters;
the lower saloon, in which were the refreshment bars, and what could
only appropriately be called the "dining hall," if such a term were not
an anachronism on board ship; and, thirdly, the upper saloon, containing
the principal cabins and state-rooms, in addition to the graceful
promenading hurricane deck surmounting the whole--the steamer had the
appearance of one of those bungalow-like pretended "houses" which
children build up with a pack of cards.  Only that, this illusion was
speedily destroyed by the huge beam of the engine, working up and down
like a monster chain-pump on top of the whole structure--not to speak of
the twin smoke-stacks on either side of the paddle-boxes emitting
volumes of thick, stifling vapour, and the two pilot-houses, one at each
extremity of the hurricane deck; for, like most American river steamers,
the boat was what was called a "double-ender," built whale-boat fashion
to go either backwards or forwards, a very necessary thing to avoid
collision in crowded waters.

Fritz could not but realise that the ingenious construction which he was
gazing at was essentially a Yankee invention, resembling nothing in
European waters.

If he had not yet been fully convinced of this fact, the eldritch
screech which the steam whistle shortly evolved, in obedience to the
pressure of the captain's finger on a valve in the pilot-house forward--
whence the vessel was steered--would have at once decided his mind on
the point.  It was the most fearful, ear-deafening, blood-curdling sound
he had ever heard in his life!

Fritz thought something had happened--that the boiler was in danger of
bursting, or the vessel sinking at the least--but, on making a startled
inquiry of the nearest person, he was reassured by learning that the
"whistle," as the frightful noise was called, was only emitted in
courteous salutation to another steamer passing in the distance, bound
down to New York; and soon, an answering squeal from the boat in
question, mercifully tempered by the distance into a faint squeak that
lent more "enchantment" to its notes than was possessed by the one which
had just startled him, corroborated the truth of this statement.

After enjoying the scenery from the hurricane deck for some little time,
Fritz made his way below to the forward part of the main deck running
into the bows, where he had noticed, while looking down from above, his
friend the deck hand of the Garibaldi shirt and blue cotton check
trousers--or "pants" as the man would himself probably have called these

He was busily engaged coiling down ropes and otherwise making himself
useful, singing the while in a light-hearted way a queer sort of serio-
comic and semi-sentimental ditty, the most curious composition Fritz had
ever come across.

He, therefore, could not help laughing when the singer arrived at the
end of his lay.

The man turned round at once on hearing the sound of his merriment.

"Nice song, that," said Fritz, as soon as he could compose his face
sufficiently to speak.  "Just the sort of tender tone about it that I

"None o' your gas, mister," replied the other with a smile, which showed
that he was not offended at Fritz's chaff.  "It's only a lot o' nonsense
I picked up somehow or other out West."

"It is a very funny mixture," said Fritz.  "It is a wonder to me who
imagines these absurd things and makes them up!"

"Right you air," replied the man.  "A heap more curious it is than the
folks who write the clever things; and the queerest bit about it is,
too, that the nonsense spreads quicker and faster than the sense!"

"Human nature," said Fritz laconically, expressing thus his opinion of
the matter.

"You're a philosopher, I reckon?" observed the deck hand in reply.

"No, not quite that," answered Fritz, rather surprised at such a remark
from a man of the sort.  "I merely form conclusions from what I see.
I'm only a clerk--and you?"

"I'm a deck hand now," said the other, speaking rather bitterly.  "Last
fall, I was a cow boy, Minnesota way; next year, I'll be goodness knows
what.  Once, I was a gentleman!"

"And how--" began Fritz, when the other interrupted him brusquely.

"Put it all down to the cussed drink, mister, and you won't be far out,"
said he, laughing mockingly, so as to disguise what he really felt by
the avowal; "but," he added, to turn the conversation, "you speak very
good English for a German, which I ken see you are."

"I was educated partly in England," said Fritz.

"Ah, that accounts for it.  Been long in this country?"

"About six weeks," replied Fritz.

"Travelling for pleasure, or looking about you?" was the next query from
the deck hand, whom Fritz thought strangely inquisitive for an utter
stranger.  Still, the man did not mean any harm; it was only the custom
of the country, as all new-comers speedily find out.

"I'm looking about for work," he answered rather curtly.  "I wish you
would get me some."

Fritz thought this would have silenced his interlocutor; but, instead of
that, the deck hand proceeded with a fresh string of questions.

"What can you do?" he asked amiably, his smile robbing the words of any
impertinence.  "You don't look like one who has roughed it much."

"No?" said Fritz, somewhat amused.  "You would not think, then, that I
had been all through the terrible war we've had with France, eh?"

"Pst!" ejaculated the other.  "You don't call that a war, do you?  Why,
you don't know what a war is in your miserable, played-out old
continent!  Look at ours, lasting nearly four years, and the battle of
Gettysburgh, with thirty thousand dead alone!  What do you think of
that, hey?"

"Gravelotte had nearly as many," said Fritz quietly.

"All right, mister; we won't argy the p'int now; but you haven't
answered me yet as to what you ken do."

"Well, then," answered Fritz, "I can speak and write three languages,
keep books, and act as a good correspondent and manager."

"I like that," exclaimed the other admiringly.  "You speak slick and
straight to the p'int, without any bunkum or blarney, like some of them
that come over here.  But, what line have you run on in the old

"The shipping business is what I know best about," replied Fritz.

"Ah, that's the reason, I suppose, you asked me if thar wer any ships up
to Providence, hey, mister?"

"Yes," said Fritz.  "I have applied to all the houses in New York in
vain, and I thought I would try my chance at some other seaport town."

"Didn't like going inland, then!"

"No," he answered.

"And so you selected Providence?"

"I only did so from chance.  If I had not seen the name painted on the
steamer, I would not have thought of speaking to you and asking where
she was going."

"And if you had not spoken to me again, why, I would not have known
anything about you, nor been able to put you in the way of something,"
replied the deck hand, more earnestly than he had yet spoken.

"You can do that?" said Fritz eagerly.

"Yes; but wait till we get to Providence.  As soon as the old ship is
moored alongside the wharf and all the luggage ashore, you come along of
me, and I'll show you whar to go.  I shall be my own boss then, with no
skipper to order me about."

The man hurried off as he said these last words, in obedience to a hail
from above--telling him to go and do something or other, "and look smart
about it too"--which had probably influenced his remark about being his
own "boss" when he got to land; and Fritz did not see him again until
the next morning, by which time the steamer had reached its destination.

To Fritz's eyes, Providence was more like a European town than New York,
the more especially from his being accustomed to the look of seaports on
the Baltic and banks of the Elbe; for the houses were mostly built of
stone, and there was much less of that wooden, flimsy look which the
newly sprung up cities of America possess.

This old-fashioned appearance is a characteristic of all the New England
states--Rhode Island, Massachusetts, and Connecticut--for, here the
original "Pilgrim Fathers" settled down and built unto themselves
dwellings as nearly like those they had left behind them as it was
possible with the materials to their hands, their descendants seemingly
keeping up the habit of building in like manner.  If this is not the
case, then, most certainly, the old buildings of two centuries ago have
lasted uncommonly well!

Fritz waited to go ashore until his friend the deck hand should be
disengaged.  He had seen him soon after they reached the steamer's
wharf; and, again, a second time when the crowd of passengers, with the
exception of himself, brought up from New York had all disembarked--the
man telling him he was just going to "clean himself down a bit," and he
would then be ready to take him to a decent place to stop, where he
would not be charged too exorbitantly for his board.

And so Fritz waited on the steamer's deck alongside the quay, gazing
with much interest at the scene around him.

There were not quite so many ships as his casual acquaintance had led
him to expect when he told him he would "see heaps up thaar"; but,
still, the port evidently had a large import trade, for several big
vessels were moored in the harbour and others were loading up at the
wharves or discharging cargo, the latter being in the majority, while
lots of smaller sailing craft and tiny boats were flying about,
transporting goods and bales of merchandise to other places further up
the river.

He had hardly, however, seen half what was in view when some one tapped
him on the shoulder, and he turned round.

It was his friend the deck hand of the red flannel shirt and blue check
cotton trousers; but, a wonderful transformation had taken place in his

Clad now in an irreproachable suit of black, with a broad, grey felt hat
on his head, the man looked quite the gentleman he had represented
himself as once being.  His manners, too, seemed to have changed with
his outer apparel, the off-hand boorishness of the whilom "deck hand"
having vanished with his cast-off raiment.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, sir," he said to Fritz, still,
however, with the strongly accentuated "sir" he had noticed in those who
had spoken to him at New York, "but I've hurried up as quickly as I
could.  Shall we now go ashore?"

"Certainly," said Fritz, "although you've not detained me, I assure you.
I have had plenty to look at during the little time I've been waiting."

"Ah, you've not seen half of Providence yet," replied the other, as the
two stepped from the gangway that led from the deck of the steamer on to
the stone quay alongside.  "Why, some of the houses further up are finer
than those of Broadway!"

"This is your native place, I suppose?" said Fritz slyly.

"Yes," answered his companion, "but I do not flatter it on that

The two walked on, until presently the Rhode Islander stopped in front
of one of the smaller hotels.  This looked, despite its lesser
proportions, in comparison with its larger rivals, far more respectable
and aristocratic--if such terms may be permitted to anything
appertaining to the land of so-called "equality" and "freedom," where,
according to the poetical belief, there is no aristocracy save hat of
merit and shoddy!

"Let's go in here," said the deck hand.  "It is a great place for the
merchants and sea-captains, and I might be able to introduce you to some
one I know while we're having a drink."

"It's too early for that," said Fritz, feeling inclined to draw back,
remembering what his companion had confessed the night before about his

"Ah, I see," exclaimed the other, colouring up as he took the hint,
being evidently highly sensitive.  "But you need not be afraid of that
now.  I'm always on my good behaviour whenever I come up to Providence.
I'm really not going in here to drink now, I assure you; this is a house
of call for business people, and I want to see some one just come home
whom I know."

"All right, then," said Fritz, going into the hotel without any further
protest; when, following his companion through several long passages,
they at length entered a large room at the back.

"Jerusalem!" ejaculated the Rhode Islander almost the very instant he
had crossed the threshold of this apartment.  "If that aren't the
identical coon right oppo-site, mister!"

"Where?" asked Fritz.

"There," said the other, pointing to where a rather short, broad-
shouldered man was engaged in conversation with a lithe lad, whose back
was turned but the colour of whose hair reminded Fritz of poor Eric.

"Hullo, Cap'en Brown," sang out the whilom deck hand at this juncture;
and, the broad-shouldered man looking round in the direction whence the
voice proceeded, the lad also turned his face towards Fritz.

Good heavens!  It was his brother Eric, whom he and every one at home
had believed to be buried beneath the ocean with the rest of the boat's
crew that had escaped when the _Gustav Barentz_ foundered, nothing of
them having been heard since!

With one bound he was across the room.

"Eric!" he exclaimed in astonishment.

"Fritz!" ejaculated the other; and, forgetting their surroundings in the
joy of thus meeting again, the two brothers fell into each other's arms,
almost weeping with joy.

"By thunder!" said the Rhode Islander to his friend the sea captain,
both looking on with much interest at the affecting scene, "I'm glad I
made him come in here anyhow, and we'll have a licker-up on the strength
of it, Cap'en Brown.  It seems it wer a sort of providence that made him
take our boat away haar, after all!"



"And how on earth did you escape?" asked Fritz, when he and Eric had
somewhat recovered from their first surprise and emotion at meeting
again in so unexpected a manner.

"Well, it's a long story to tell, brother," replied Eric, as soon as he
could speak calmly, putting his arm through that of Fritz and drawing
him towards a sort of long sofa, like a divan, which stretched across
one side of the wide apartment where they had so strangely encountered--
the other and opposite side of the room being occupied by the usual long
hotel "bar," common in most American towns, in front of which various
little detached groups of people were standing up, drinking and chatting
together.  "Suppose we come to an anchor here awhile, and I'll reel you
off a yarn about all that has happened to me since I left Lubeck."

"All right, we may as well sit down, at all events," said Fritz.  "They
won't charge us for that, eh?"

"Oh no, I guess not," answered Eric, with that old light-hearted laugh
of his, which his brother had never thought he should ever hear again.
"This is a free country, they say, you know!"

"Now tell me all about yourself," said Fritz, when they had ensconced
themselves comfortably in the furthest corner of the divan, or settee,
which they had pretty much to themselves.  "I'm dying to know how you
were saved!"

"Right you are, my hearty," replied Eric, in sailor fashion.  "Here goes
for the log of my cruise in the poor old _Gustav Barentz_!"

"Fire away!" said Fritz; and then, the lad thereupon began his story.

The ship, Eric declared, was found to be terribly leaky almost as soon
as they had started on the voyage, and this necessitated their having to
put into Plymouth for repairs, which detained them a considerable time.
Indeed, it was as much as they could do to patch her up at all; for, her
timbers were so rotten and the vessel had been strained so much from
overloading that she was really unfit to be sent to sea.  However, as
Fritz already knew, the _Gustav Barentz_ managed to clear out of the
Channel, reaching the latitude of the Cape de Verde Islands all right,
and it was shortly after passing Teneriffe that Eric had been enabled to
forward that letter of his which had so gladdened his mother's heart, to
Lubeck by a homeward-bound ship.  After that, however, all went wrong
with the ill-fated vessel.  She had knocked about in the doldrums for
weeks; and, after making a long leg over to the South American coast,
had succeeded at last in getting round the Cape of Good Hope safely--
although taking a terrible time over it, and dragging out a most tedious
passage from Plymouth--when she met a south-east gale, just as she had
entered the Indian Ocean and was shaping a course towards the Straits of
Sunda, so as to fetch Java.

Leaky and strained and overladen as the ship was, she was in no
condition to fight the elements on fair terms; so the result of it was,
that, after being buffetted by the gale for some four days and then,
finally, pooped by a heavy following sea as she tried to run before the
wind, it was discovered that she was making water too fast for the pumps
to be of any avail.  Consequently, as nothing further could be done, it
was determined to abandon her.  Accordingly, the jolly-boat and pinnace
were provisioned and launched over the side, the crew being divided
between the two, under the direction of the captain and chief officer;
and they had hardly time to get into these frail craft, to encounter
once again on worse terms the perils of the ocean that had already
proved too strong for their vessel, and push off from her side, when
they saw the old _Gustav Barentz_ go down before their eyes--foundering
almost without a moment's warning.

"It was terrible for you all to be left tossing about on the raging sea
in a couple of open boats!" said Fritz sympathisingly, pressing his
brother's arm,--"worse than being in a leaky ship, I should think."

"Yes," answered Eric; "but we kept up our courage well, the captain
sustaining us with brave words, saying that, as we were not many miles
south of Cape Arguilhas and had the wind blowing right on to the land,
we must soon reach shore.  But, I don't know, I'm sure, how he came to
place the ship where he did; for, according to my reckoning, we were
several degrees, at the least, to the eastward of the Cape.  However, I
suppose he said what he did to prevent our giving way to despair, which,
perhaps, we might otherwise have done, eh?"

"Most probably," said Fritz, agreeing with his brother.  "It would be
very unlikely for the captain to make so great an error in his
calculations as that.  He was esteemed a good navigator, you know, by
Herr Grosschnapper."

"Well, anyway," continued Eric, without waiting to argue this point with
his brother, "we did not reach land that day, which some of the men
expected from his words; nor did we the next morning, although, then
much to our sorrow, we could see the pinnace no longer near us, she
having parted company in the night time and gone to the bottom, as we

"You were wrong," interrupted Fritz; "the boat was picked up by an
Australian ship, the survivors being taken on to Melbourne.  It was
through these that we heard later on of the loss of the _Gustav
Barentz_; and naturally, as you had not been rescued at the same time,
we all gave you and the captain's party up."

"Oh, indeed!" said Eric.  "I'm right glad to hear that!  Why, we thought
that they were the lost ones, not us, lamenting them much accordingly!
That Groots, the first mate, was a capital chap, as fine an officer as
ever stepped aboard a ship; so I'm pleased to know he's safe.  But, to
go on with my yarn, there we found ourselves alone in the morning on the
wild waste of waters, dancing about in an angry sea that threatened
every moment to overwhelm us, and with the gale increasing instead of
having blown itself out, as we hoped.  We didn't feel very comfortable,
I can tell you, Fritz."

"I should think not," responded his brother.

"No; for it was as much as we could do to prevent the boat from filling
every moment, the waves were breaking over her so continually.  It only
escaped sinking by constantly baling her out with our boots and keeping
her head to the wind with a floating anchor, which we rigged together
out of all the spare oars and spars we had aboard, veering the little
craft to leeward of this by the painter.  All that day, too, the gale
kept up; and the sea, you may be sure, did not calm down, rolling
mountains high, as it seemed to us just down to its level in the jolly-
boat!  So it was the next night, there not being the slightest lull, we
having to ride it out all the while; but, on the third morning, the gale
moderated sufficiently for us to be able to scud before it in the
direction of the Cape.  It was lucky for us that the wind, by the way,
did not shift once while we were lying-to, blowing steadily from the
same quarter it began in, from the south-east.  If it had changed at
all, especially during the night at any time, it would have been all up
with us!"

"Yes?" said Fritz interrogatively.

"Why, of course it would, for it was as dark as pitch, so that you could
not see your hand before your face; and if the wind had chopped round,
bringing us athwart the heavy rolling sea that was running, we should
have been swamped in a moment, without the chance of saving ourselves by
turning the boat's head so as to meet the waves; do you see now?"

"I see," said Fritz, with a shudder.  "It was bad enough to confront
your peril in daylight, but it would have been awful to have been
engulfed in the darkness!"

"That was what was in our minds," proceeded Eric; "at least, I can
answer for my own thoughts.  However, on the morning of the third day,
as I've told you, the wind slackening down somewhat, although still
blowing steadily from the south-east, we hauled up to our floating
anchor, which we quickly proceeded to take to pieces, hauling on board
again the oars and old boat-stretchers that had composed it, and which
had served the purpose of fending off somewhat the rollers, these
breaking over the spars, under whose lee we had comparatively still
water.  We then, with a great deal of difficulty, as it was a dangerous
operation on account of getting broadside on to the waves, managed to
slew the jolly-boat's head round; when, rigging up a scrap of a sprit-
sail amidships, so as not to bury the little craft's nose, which might
have been the case if we had tried to step our proper mast more forward,
with the captain steering with an oar out to windward to give him
greater command of her than the rudder would have done, we scudded away
towards the African coast, giving up the pinnace as lost, and looking
out only for ourselves."

"You had plenty to do," said Fritz, "without thinking of any one else."

"Yes," replied Eric; "but still, we could not forget them so easily as
all that.  Shore folk think sailors are heartless, and that when a poor
chap is lost overboard, they only say that `So-and-so has lost the
number of his mess!' and, after having an auction over his kit in the
fo'c's'le, then dismiss him from their memory!  But, I assure you, this
is not always the case.  You see, a ship is a sort of little world, and
those on board are so closely bound together--getting to know each other
so thoroughly from not having any others to associate with--that when
one is taken away from amongst them, particularly by a violent death,
his absence, cannot but be felt.  A sailor often misses even a messmate
whom he may dislike.  How much the more, therefore, did we feel the loss
of the whole boat's crew of the pinnace, every man of whom was almost as
much a brother to me as you!"

"I beg your pardon if I spoke thoughtlessly," said Fritz; "but I should
have imagined that being in such imminent danger, you would not have had
much time to mourn your lost comrades."

"Nor did we," continued Eric, "so long as we had something to do, either
in helping to bale the boat out or keeping her head to wind; but, when
we began to run before the gale, the men stretched out in the bottom and
along the stern-sheets, doing nothing,--for there was nothing for us to
do,--we began to think of the poor fellows.  This was only for a short
time, however, as presently we had a more serious consideration on our
minds than even the fate of the others.  During all the strain on us,
when we were in such danger, none of us had thought of eating or
drinking; and, consequently, we had not examined the provisions--put
hastily on board as we were leaving the sinking ship.  But, now, feeling
almost famished, on proceeding to overhaul the lockers, we found to our
dismay that the sea water had spoilt everything, our biscuit being paste
and the other food rendered unfit for use."

"What a calamity!" exclaimed Fritz.

"Yes," said Eric, "it was.  Fortunately, we had some water, although our
two barricoes did not contain an over-abundant supply for seven men as
there were of us in the jolly-boat all told, including me.  The captain,
too, had stowed away a bottle of rum in the pocket of his pea jacket;
and this being served out all round in a little tin pannikin we had,
diluted to the strength of about four-water grog, it strengthened us all
up a bit, bracing up our energies for what lay before us."

"What did you do?" asked Fritz.

"Why, what could we do, save let the boat go where the wind chose to
take us, and trust in providence!" said Eric, seemingly surprised at the

"Ah, we had an awful time of it," he resumed presently.  "When you come
to being five days in an open boat, with nothing to eat and only a small
quantity of water to assuage your burning thirst with at stated
intervals, exposed all the time, too, to rough seas breaking over you--
encrusting your hair and skin and everything with salt that blistered
you when the sun came out afterwards, as it did, roasting us almost as
soon as the gale lessened--why it was a painful ordeal, that's all!  The
rum did not last out long; and soon after the final drop of this was
served out, the captain succumbed to weakness, having been dying by
inches, and the stimulant only sustaining him so long.  We kept him a
couple of days, and then flung the body overboard, along with those of
two other men who had died in the meantime from exposure and want of
food; thus, only three others were now left in the jolly-boat besides

"And then?" interrupted Fritz anxiously.

"I don't know what happened afterwards," said Eric.  "I got delirious, I
suppose, for I remember fancying myself at home again in Lubeck, with
Lorischen bending over me and offering me all sorts of nice things to
eat!  Really, I do not recollect anything further as to what occurred in
the boat."

"How were you saved, then?" asked Fritz.

"It was that good Captain Brown there, talking to the gentleman whom you
came in here with," replied Eric, pointing out the broad-shouldered,
jolly-looking, seafaring man whom Fritz's friend, the deck hand of the
steamer, had accosted and was now conversing with, close to where the
two brothers were seated on the divan.

"Oh, he rescued you!" said Fritz, looking at the seafaring man with some
interest.  "I should like to thank him."

"Yes; he's a good fellow," Eric went on.  "The first thing I saw when in
my right senses again, I think, after we had heaved the bodies of our
dead shipmates overboard the boat, was Captain Brown bending over me.  I
must have confused his face with that of Lorischen, whom I had been
dreaming of, for I thought it was hers, and called the captain by her

"You did?"

"Yes; I remember his laughing and saying, `poor little chap,' meaning
me.  He took care of me well, though; and it was only through his kind
care that they were able to bring me round again.  They told me
afterwards that I was in a most pitiable state of emaciation--a
skeleton, they said, with only fragments of burnt, blistered skin
covering my poor bones!"

"And the others," inquired Fritz,--"did they recover too?"

"No; not one of the three was alive when Captain Brown's ship came
across our boat.  I was the only one who had any life remaining.  They
thought me a corpse, too, and would have left me to die with the rest,
if it hadn't been for the captain, who declared there was breath still
in my apparently dead body, and kindly had me hoisted on board and
attended to."

"But how was it you never wrote home?" said Fritz after a bit, the
recollection of what he had gone through overcoming Eric and making him
silent for a moment.

"How could I, when the first land I touched, since I was picked up in
the ocean south of the Cape, was when I stepped ashore here last week!"

"I can't make that out," said Fritz, puzzled at this.

"Why," replied the other, "you must know that Captain Brown's ship, the
_Pilot's Bride_, is a whaling vessel; and she was on her usual cruise
for her fishing ground in the Southern Ocean, when I was rescued.  If
there had been a boatload of us, or had our skipper been alive, perhaps
Captain Brown would have put in to the Cape to land us and so give news
of the loss of our ship; but, as there was only me, a boy, and I was for
days insensible and unable to give him any particulars about the vessel
I belonged to, of course he continued his voyage.  When I came to
myself, he promised to put me on board the first home-going ship we met;
but, as we were far out of the track of these, we never came across a
sail.  We did land at Tristan d'Acunha, about which I'll have to tell
you something bye-and-bye as to a plan I've got in my head, however, as
no vessel with the exception of ourselves had been there for six months,
there was not much use in my leaving a letter to be forwarded home, on
the chance of its being called for, was there?"

"No," said Fritz, laughing.  "A bad sort of post office that!"

"So," continued Eric, "I had to wait till I landed here last Friday,
when I wrote at once to dear mother and you, whom I thought would of
course still be at Lubeck."

"Ah, you don't know all that has happened since you left," said Fritz

"Nothing is the matter with mother, dear mutterchen?" asked Eric in a
frightened voice.

"No; she's quite well, thank God," said Fritz, who then proceeded to
give his brother a history of all that had transpired in his absence--
the account taking all the longer from Eric's ignorance of the war and
everything connected with it, he not having seen a newspaper from the
time of his leaving home until his arrival at Rhode Island, when, the
events of the past memorable year being of course stale news, they had
no chance of being communicated to him.

"And now," said Fritz, when he had made an end of his confidences in
return for his brother's story, "I want to know Captain Brown, and thank
him for all his kindness to you, Eric."

As Fritz said this, the broad-shouldered, jolly, seafaring man Eric had
pointed out--who was still talking to Fritz's acquaintance of the
steamboat, close to the divan and within sound of the brothers' voices--
hearing his name spoken, looked towards Fritz, who at once raised his
hat politely.

"Sarvint, sir," said he, coming forward and stretching out an open hand
about the size of a small-sized ham.

"You're the brother, I reckon from the likeness, of this young shaver I
picked up off the Cape, hey?  My name's Brown, Cap'en Brown, sir, of the
_Pilot's Bride_, the smartest whaling craft as ever sailed out o'
Providence, I guess.  Glad to know you, mister!"



"Yes, I'm Eric's brother," said Fritz, grasping the huge paw of the
other, and shaking hands cordially,--"Fritz Dort, at your service.  I'm
only too glad to have the pleasure of personally thanking you, on my own
and my mother's behalf, for your bravery in saving my poor brother here
from a watery grave, as well as for all your kindness to him afterwards!
He has told me about you, captain, and how you rescued him at sea,
besides treating him so very handsomely afterwards."

"Avast there!" roared out the Yankee skipper in a voice which was as
loud as if he were hailing the maintop from his own quarter-deck, albeit
it had a genial, cheery tone and there was a good-natured expression on
his jolly, weather-beaten face.  "Stow all thet fine lingo, my hearty!
I only did for the b'y, mister, no more'n any other sailor would hev
done fur a shepmate in distress; though, I reckon I wer powerful glad I
overhauled thet there jolly-boat in time to save him, afore starvation
an' the sun hed done their work on him.  I opine another day's exposure
would hev settled the b'y's hash; yes, sir, I du!"

"I've no doubt of that," said Fritz kindly.  "From what he says, you
must have picked him up just in the nick of time."

"Yes, sirree, you bet on thet," responded the skipper.  "Six hours more
driftin' about in thet boat, with the sun a-broilin' his brain-box an'
his wits wool-gatherin' in delirimums, would ha' flummuxed him to a
haar, I guess.  He wer so mad when we got him aboard thet he took me fur
his gran'mother, Lorry sunthin' or other--I'm durned if I ken kinder
rec'lect the name!"

"So he tells me," said Fritz, laughing at the idea of old Lorischen
being mistaken for the broad-shouldered, red-faced, whaling captain.
The old nurse, who was very particular about her personal appearance,
would have had a fit at the bare supposition, much less at such an
allusion to her age as would have supposed her ancient enough to be
Eric's grandmother!

"Never mind, mister," continued the skipper, giving Eric a hearty slap
on the back, which made the lad wince although he smiled at what the
worthy sailor intended for a little friendly attention.  "He's all right
now, the b'y is--ain't you, my bully, hey?"

"Yes; all right, captain, all right, sir, thanks to you," replied Eric.

"Thet's your sort," said the skipper exultantly.  "We've coddled him up
an' made a man of him ag'in, we hev, sirree.  Jerusalem, mister, you
wouldn't know him ag'in for the skillagalee young shaver we h'isted
aboard!  An', what is more, mister, look here, we've made a sailor of
the b'y since he's been along of us in the _Pilot's Bride_--none of your
lazy, good-for-nothin' idlers; but, a reg'ler downeaster cat block,
clear grit an' no mistake, a sailor every inch of him, yes, sir!"

"I should have thought he had seen enough of the sea, eh?" said Fritz,
turning to Eric with a smile.

"Thunder, mister!" exclaimed the Yankee skipper indignantly.  "What d'ye
mean with your `'nough of the sea,' when he's only jest cut his eye-
teeth an' taken to larnin'?  Why, mister, it would be a sin to let thet
b'y turn his hand to anythin' else, fur he's a born sailor to the very

"What say you, Eric?" said Fritz to his brother.

"Oh, I'm with the captain," replied he.  "I always loved the sea, and
the wreck of the old _Gustav Barentz_ has not altered my thinking about
it just the same.  I don't believe I could ever settle down to a shore
life now!  I have learnt a lot of seamanship, too, with Captain Brown;
and he says, that if I will go with him on his next whaling voyage,
he'll make me third mate of the _Pilot's Bride_."

"Jest so, my young cock shaver," said that gentleman; "an' what old Job
Brown sez, why I guess he'll stick to!  You rec'lect what I told you
'bout wages, hey?  We whalin' men don't gen'rally give a fixed sum, as
we go shares in the vally o' the venture; but, if yer brother haar likes
it better, I'll give you twenty dollars a month, besides yer keep an'
mess money, thaar!"

"I'm sure, Captain Brown, that is a very generous offer," replied Fritz,
acting as spokesman for his brother; "still, I hardly think my poor
mother would like his being away for so long a time as your voyage would

"We'll be away, I reckon, fur a twelvemonth, countin' from next month,
when we'll start--thet is if my shep's ready for the v'y'ge, as I kinder
guess she'll be, with me to look arter her an' see the longshore men
don't lose time over the job," interrupted the skipper.  "Say now, she
sails latter end o' July, so as to git down to the Forties afore
October, or tharabouts; waall, I guess we'll cast anchor in Narraganset
Bay ag'in 'fore next fall--will that du for you, mister, hey?"

"You see," explained Fritz, "my poor mother thinks him dead; and, of
course, after she gets the letter he tells me he has just sent home, it
will be as bad as a second death to her to know that he has now started
on another voyage without returning to see her first!  Besides that,
I've read and heard that whaling life is terribly dangerous--isn't it?"

"Not a bit of it," said the skipper bluntly, in sea-dog fashion.  "I
reckon it's nary half so dangerous as sailin' back'ards an' for'ards
across the herrin' pond 'twixt Noo Yark an' your old Eu-rope in one o'
them ocean steamers, thet are thought so safe, whar you run the risk o'
bustin' yer biler an' gettin' blown up, or else smashin' yer screw-shaft
an' goin' down to Davy Jones' locker!  Why, thaar ain't a quarter the
per'l 'bout it, much less half, as I sed jest naow!  You jest ax my
friend haar, whom you seem to hev known afore.  Say, Nat, what d'ye
think o' whalin' life?"

"Safe as the National Bank, I guess, Job," promptly responded the
individual addressed, Fritz's acquaintance the "deck hand," whose full
name he now learnt was Nathaniel Washington Slater--usually addressed as
"Nathaniel W Slater," or called familiarly "Nat" by his friends!

"Thaar!" exclaimed the skipper, "what more d'ye want than thet, hey?
You see, mister, the _Pilot's Bride_ don't do whalin' up in Baffin's Bay
an' further north, whar I'll allow the fishin' is a bit risky.  We only
makes reg'ler trips once a year to the Southern Ocean, callin' in on our
way at Saint Helena an' the Cape o' Good Hope.  Thaar, I guess, we meets
a fleet of schooners thet do all the fishin' fur us 'mongst the islands.
We fetch 'em out grub, an' sich-like notions, an' take in return all
the ile an' skins they've got to bring home.  In course, sometimes, we
strike a fish on our own 'count; but, we don't make a trade of it, 'cept
the black fins comes under our noses, so to speak!  The b'y'll run no
risk, you bet, if you're skeart about him."

"No, not a bit, mister," corroborated Nat; "and it's a downright capital
openin' for him, I guess, too.  Why, there are scores of people would
give something handsome as a premium to get the cap'en to take their
sons along o' him!"

"Thet's a fact," said the skipper; "though I reckon I don't kinder like
to be bothered with b'ys--'specially sich as are mother's darlin's.
They're gen'rally powerful sassy, or else white-livered do-nuthins!
I've taken a fancy to this lad, howbeit; an' thet's the reason I wants
fur to hev him with me."

"Besides, Fritz," put in Eric, who had refrained from speaking as yet
throughout the conversation, although so interested in it, "you must
recollect what a sum mother paid for my outfit?  Well, I have lost every
stitch of it, and shall not get the slightest return from the owners for
what went down in the _Gustav Barentz_--merchant sailors have to run the
risk of all such casualties, you know!  Now, I should not like to go
back on mother's hands again, like a bad penny, with nothing to bless
myself with; but, here's a capital chance for me.  As Captain Brown
says, I shall return in a year, and then my wages would be something
handsome to take home to mutterchen, even if I then gave up the sea."

"Did you tell mother of this in your letter?" asked Fritz.

"Certainly; for, of course, I did not expect to see you here.  I told
her that I had almost pledged my word with Captain Brown to go with him,
even if it were only to pay him for what he had already done for me, in
advancing me money to buy clothes and other necessaries, for I hadn't a
rag on when he rescued me, as well as promising to keep me here till the
vessel is ready to start again on her next voyage.  Why, Fritz, he's so
kind, that he actually offered to pay my passage home, if I were bent on
seeing mother first before deciding about his offer!"

"That settles it then, Eric, for mother will be certain to say that the
right thing to do will be to pay your debts first; in addition to which,
knowing I am now out here, she will not expect you to return yet.
Really, Captain Brown," added Fritz, turning to the skipper, who
appeared to be anxiously awaiting the result of the colloquy between the
two brothers, "I'm quite at a loss to express my gratitude to you, both
on my brother's and my own behalf!  I hope you will not think me
lukewarm in the matter, from my taking so long to make up my mind?"

"Sartenly not, sirree," said the Yankee skipper with emphasis, as he
gripped Fritz's hand again.  "Sartenly not, sirree.  Bizness is bizness,
an' pleasure's another kind o' notion altogether!  I only gev' the b'y
an invitation, thet's all, I reckon!"

"An invitation which he now accepts with thanks," replied Fritz.  "Eh,
Eric?" he added, turning to the lad, who was looking at Captain Brown
with a face as beaming as his own.

"Of course I will," answered Eric, without a moment's hesitation.  "I
should be a donkey to refuse such an offer."

"Waall," drawled out the skipper in high good humour, "I'm raal glad to
hear you say thet so.  You won't repent j'inin' me, I ken tell you, nor
regret slingin' yer hammock aboard the _Pilot's Bride_!"

He then proceeded to wring Eric's hand as cordially, and forcibly too,
in his big fist as he had done his brother's.

"Now thet's all settled an' fixed up slick," said Captain Brown, when he
had finished hand-shaking, passing on the friendly civility to Mr Nat
Slater.  "I guess we'd better hev a liquor-up to seal the barg'in; an'
when thet's done, if you've got nuthin' better to du, I reckon you'd
better come along o' me to my little shanty at the head of the bay--your
brother's ben made welcome thaar already."

"You are very kind," replied Fritz, to whom this courteous speech was
addressed; "but this gentleman here," indicating Nat, "was just going to
show me a boarding-house where I can put up at.  He has also promised to
introduce me to some shipping firm where I can get work."

"Out o' collar, then?" asked the skipper, with deep interest.

"Yes," answered Fritz.  "I could get no employment in New York, and that
is what made me come up here, so providentially as it has now turned

"Waall, come home along o' me, anyhow, till you find sunthin' to put yer
hand to," said the other kindly.  "My folks'll make you downright
welcome, you bet, mister."

"Thank you, I will," replied Fritz, accepting the kind invitation in the
same spirit in which it was offered; and presently the two brothers,
reunited so strangely, were on their way, in company with the good-
hearted skipper to his "shanty," as he called it, on Narraganset Bay--a
comfortable, old-fashioned house, as Fritz presently found out,
commanding a fine view of the Providence river on one hand, and of the
wide Atlantic, rolling away into the illimitable distance, on the other.

"Nat" declined to accompany the party, on the plea of an engagement He
made an appointment, however, with Fritz for the morrow, promising then
to introduce him to some business men, who, he said, would probably find
the young German employment; after which he took leave of the Yankee
skipper and the two brothers, with a brief parting, "So long!"



Fritz was not long in the company of Mr Nathaniel Washington Slater on
the following day before he discovered, much to his disappointment, that
he was one of those superficial characters who are given largely to
dealing in promises that they either have no intention of keeping when
making them originally, or which they never were or would be in a
position to carry out.

When coming up Long Island Sound on board the Rhode Island steamer and
having that friendly chat in the bows of the boat, the deck hand had
been lavishly expansive as to what he would be able to accomplish for
his newly-made acquaintance, in the way of procuring him employment;
but, when Fritz met him again, according to their arrangement of the
previous afternoon, "Nat" did not appear to exhibit that eager alacrity
in introducing him to business men--or "big bugs," as he termed them--
which his words of the night before had led Fritz naturally to expect.

Whether this arose from the fact that the deck hand's desire to aid the
young German had evaporated as rapidly as it had arisen, or because his
morning reflections had convinced him that he had too rashly promised
something which he was unable to perform, Fritz, of course, could not
precisely tell.  Whatever was the reason, the result came to the same
thing, that Mr Slater showed a most unmistakable inclination to "back
out" of the matter in the same easy way in which those double-ender
floating palaces Fritz had noticed on the way up could go astern in
order to avoid an obstruction; albeit Nat was prolific in the extreme
with all manner of excuses--excuses that were as baseless and
unsubstantial as the foam churned up by the steamboat's paddle-wheels!

He "felt ugly" and was "no end sorry," but he really "hadn't the time
that morning."  This was his first attempt at shunting the engagement;
but then, when Fritz, in the exuberance of hopeful possibilities,
offered to meet him at the same place and time on the following day,
"Nat" "couldn't think of putting him to the trouble," as he "might have
to return to New York in the boat at a moment's notice."  Besides, he
said, it would be "better to put off the appointment awhile," as he'd
just heard that the "boss" of the very identical shipping firm where he
thought he could have got Fritz a berth had started "right away" for
Boston, and he was such a "durned electric eel of a cuss, here, there,
and everywhere," that it would be "just dubersome to kalkerlate" when he
would "reel his way back to hum!"

Fritz could not understand many of these very choice Americanisms;
still, he was sufficiently gifted with common sense to see pretty
plainly that all the deck hand's "tall talking" of the previous evening
had been, to use his own expressive vernacular, nothing but "bunkum,"
and that, if he wished to get any situation in the place, he must trust
more to his own good fortune than to Mr Slater's kind offices as a go-

This disheartened him at the time; but when he got back to Captain
Brown's shanty later on, the worthy old skipper, noticing his
despondency, soon cheered him out of it.

"Bless you, sonny," said he affectionately, for he seemed to have taken
as great a fancy to Fritz as he had to Eric--the young fellow having
told him all his plans and prospects, besides giving him an epitome of
his adventures during the war when narrating the same for his brother's
edification,--"Bless you, sonny, nary you mind what thet ne'er-do-well
Nat Slater sez.  I'd half a mind to tell you thet yesterday, when I seed
you so thick with him!  Jerusalem, mister, he's a coon thet's bin allers
a loafer all his life, stickin' to nuthin' even fur a dog-watch, an' as
shifty as one o' them sculpens in the creek thaar!  You jest wait an'
make yourself comf'able haar till bye-em-bye, an' I reckon we'll fix you
up to sunthin'."

The same evening, when the two brothers were alone together, and
speaking of old Captain Brown's kindness, Eric suddenly, as if in a
moment of inspiration, said, "Why should you not come along with me in
the _Pilot's Bride_ when we start next month?"

"What!" exclaimed Fritz in astonishment.

"Don't look so startled, brother," said Eric, laughing at the expression
of the other's face.  "Recollect, that as you say, you've been unable to
get any work here, so, why not go with me?  I'm sure Captain Brown would
take you with us if you ask him."

"But I'm not a sailor," argued Fritz; "and, besides, if I were one,
going to sea would not be the way to make the fortune I have planned, so
that I may be able to return home and marry Madaleine."

"Ah, that dear Madaleine!" said Eric.  "I wonder when I'll see her, and
whether I shall think her all that you describe?  Never mind," he added,
seeing that Fritz appeared vexed at this speech, "I've no doubt she's a
beautiful maiden, and that you'll both be as happy as the day is long!
But, I'm going to speak about business now, my brother; and, if you
listen, you'll see that my idea of your coming in the _Pilot's Bride_ is
not such a wild-goose chase, after all."

"I confess I don't see it yet," interposed Fritz, with a smile at Eric's
boyish eagerness.  "In what way will going whaling with Captain Brown
and your important self advance my fortunes?"

"Listen," said the other, "and I'll soon tell you.  Do you recollect
when I was recounting my story, that after I was picked up from the boat
and taken on board the _Pilot's Bride_, I mentioned the fact of the ship
calling at Tristan d'Acunha?"

"Yes; and you also said that you would inform me of something important
about the place `bye-and-bye,' if you alluded then to what you're going
to tell me now."

"Precisely, `bye-and-bye' is `now,'" said Eric, laughing again and
tossing his mane-like hair back from his forehead in the old fashion.
"We landed at Tristan d'Acunha--"

"Where on earth is that place?" interrupted Fritz.  "I've a confused
notion that it is an island of some sort; but, in what precise spot it
is situated, I'm sure I can't tell!"

"Well, then," commenced Eric grandiloquently--only too glad of the
opportunity of having to instruct his elder brother, who had been
regarded in the family circle as the centre of all wisdom--"`Tristan
d'Acunha' is the centre island of a group, so-called after the
Portuguese navigator who discovered them in the early beginning of the
sixteenth century.  The islands are probably the most isolated and
remote of all the abodes of men, lying as they do almost in the middle
of the Atlantic Ocean, and nearly equidistant from the continents of
America and Africa; for, they are situated nearly on the line that could
be drawn between Cape Horn and the Cape of Good Hope--from the latter of
which they are distant some fifteen hundred miles in a westerly
direction, while Saint Helena, the nearest other land to them on the
north, is thirteen hundred miles away."

"You're very explicit, I'm sure," said Fritz in a chaffing way; "you
must have been coaching up your geography recently."

"I disdain vulgar interruption and idle clamour," returned the other in
a similar vein.  "But, to proceed.  The group consists of the larger
island of Tristan and two smaller islands--Inaccessible Island, some
eighteen miles to the south-west, and Nightingale Island, twenty miles
to the south.  These islands are uninhabited, save by penguins and
seals; but an interesting little colony of some eighty souls occupies
Tristan, breeding cattle and cultivating vegetables, with which they
supply passing vessels, mostly whalers--these calling there from time to
time, on their way to and from their fishing grounds in the great
Southern Ocean."

"Your account is highly interesting, my dear Eric," said Fritz, when his
brother had completed this exhaustive description of the Tristan
d'Acunha group; "still, I confess I do not see in what way it affects

"Don't you?"


"Then you will soon; listen a moment longer.  I told you that, with the
exception of the larger one, these islands are uninhabited save by the
penguins and seals and such-like marine animals."

"Yes, you've told me that; and I don't wonder at it when they are
situated so remotely from all civilisation."

"That fact has its advantages none the less," proceeded Eric.  "Being so
cut off from communication with men makes these islands just the
favourite resort of those animals that shun the presence of their
destroyers.  Seals, as you know, are very nervous, retiring creatures
seeking their breeding-places in the most out-of-the-way, deserted spots
they can find; and the advance of the human race, planting colonies
where the poor things had formerly undisputed sway around the shores of
the South American continent, has driven them further and further
afield, or rather to sea, until they are now only to be met with in any
numbers in the Antarctic Ocean, and such islands as lie adjacent to that
great Southern continent which has never yet been discovered--although
Lord Ross pretty nearly put foot on it, if any explorer can be said to
have done that."

"Really, Eric," exclaimed Fritz jokingly, "you surpass yourself!"

"Oh, I've read up all this in some books Captain Brown lent me," said
the boy.  "I wanted to learn everything that was to be learnt about a
whaler's life, and to become acquainted with the special parts of the
ocean that have to be visited by vessels in the trade in order to find a
profitable fishing ground."

"But you've been talking about seals, not whales," remarked Fritz.

"Yes, because it is with seals that my present business lies," said the
other, not a bit put out by the correction.

"Banished now from their once favourite waters around Cape Horn,
adjacent to the islands of the Pacific, there are yet some stray
outlandish spots left which the animals frequent, so as to be able to
breed in peace and multiply, without fear of that wholesale
extermination which is their unhappy lot elsewhere.  Amongst such
isolated places is the Tristan d'Acunha group; and, to Inaccessible
Island as well as the other islets they come in countless numbers every
year.  Seal fishing is a very profitable concern; for, not only is the
oil valuable, but the skins fetch the most extravagant prices in the
market, especially those of the finer sort.  Now, do you see what I'm
after, brother?"

"You want to go sealing, I suppose; but, won't you have plenty of that
in the _Pilot's Bride_ with Captain Brown, eh?"

"Not in the way I mean," replied Eric.  "I have an idea of settling for
a time at Tristan d'Acunha, going in thoroughly for the thing as a
business on shore."

Fritz appeared to prick up his ears at this.

"But, I thought you said there was a colony there already; why don't the
people manage to cultivate the trade?  Besides, if they have it all
their own way, I think they would not like a couple of strange
interlopers, like you and me, going amongst them to rob them of their
harvest from the sea!"

"Ah, I see you're bitten with the idea," exclaimed Eric, clapping his
hands triumphantly.  "But, it was not of Tristan, the larger island, I
was thinking; it was of Inaccessible Island, where there wouldn't be
another living soul but ourselves, the seals, and sea birds."

"`Monarchs of all we survey,' eh, like Robinson Crusoe?" said Fritz with
a smile.  "That would be very nice, wouldn't it?"

"Don't laugh, brother," returned Eric, speaking earnestly.  "I assure
you I've considered this thing well.  The people living at Tristan told
me that they went fishing to the other islands once a year; but, the
weather is generally so rough and the beach so hard to land at or get
off from, on account of the heavy ocean rollers coming in when the wind
is up at all, that the islanders can never make a long stay at the
islets--and so cannot get half the number of sealskins which might be
easily procured by any one stopping ashore there for any length of time.
I really thought, I assure you, of asking Captain Brown, when I went on
my next voyage with him, to land me at Inaccessible Island, with
provisions enough to last me six months or so, and to call for me on his
return voyage from the Cape, as he was wending his way back home again

"And you would have gone there alone?"

"Yes; why not?  But now, oh, Fritz, if you would only go with me, we
might settle at this place like regular Robinson Crusoes--as you said
just now--and make a pile of money, or, rather, of skins, in a year or

"The idea is feasible," said Fritz in a reflective way.  "I'll talk to
Captain Brown, and see what he says of it."  The elder brother had a
good deal of German caution in his composition; so that, although prompt
of action, he was never accustomed to undertake anything without due

Eric, on the contrary, all impulse, was thoroughly carried away by the
notion, now that he saw that Fritz, instead of ridiculing it, thought it
worth consideration.

The project of going to settle on a real uninhabited island, like
Robinson Crusoe, that hero of boyhood throughout the world, exceeded the
realisation of his wildest dreams, when first as a little chap he had
planned how he should go to sea as soon as he was big enough.  Why, he
and Fritz would now be "Brother Crusoes," if his project were carried
out, as there seemed every likelihood of its being--crusoes of their own
free-will and not by compulsion, besides having the satisfaction of
knowing that within a certain period it would be in their power to end
their solitary island life; that is, should they find, either that it
did not come up to their expectations in a business point of view, or
that its loneliness and seclusion combined with the discomforts of
roughing it were more than they could bear.

It was a glorious plan!

This was Eric's conclusion, the more he thought of it; while Fritz, on
his part, believed that there was something in the suggestion--something
that had to be weighed and considered carefully--for, might he not
really conquer Fortune in this way?

Captain Brown did not throw any cold water on the matter either, when it
was brought before him.

"By thunder! it's a durned good plan, it air, mister," said he to Fritz,
"thet it air, fur a young scaramouch like thet youngster thaar!  I seed
him palaverin' with one o' them islanders at Tristan--they're a sort of
half-caste tan colour there, like mulattoes in the States.  I rec'lect
one of the men who wer oncest on a whaler with me a v'y'ge or two to
Kerguelen Land an' back, tellin' me 'bout the lot of seals thet were on
Inaccessible Island, now I come to think of it; but I've never been
thaar myself.  Its name's good enough fur me, since most of us thet go
by thaar gives it a pretty wide berth, you bet; fur it air inaccessible,
with a vengeance--a rocky coast plungin' down abruptly into the sea,
with a terrible surf breakin' ag'in the cliffs, an' no anchorage ground
anywheres nigh thet's safe!"

"And how could we land then?" asked Fritz.

"Oh, it ken be done, mister, fur the Tristaners go over thaar, as the
b'y told you, every year fur a week or so; an' they hev to git ashore
somehow or other.  Yes, we'll manage to land you, safe enough, in a
whale-boat when the time comes.  What I meant to say was, thet the ship
couldn't stay any while lyin' off, so as to see whether you liked the
place or not.  If you land, thaar you'll hev to stay till we come back
fur you next v'y'ge!"

"All right, I shan't mind that, with Eric.  If I were alone, of course
it would be another matter."

"Jest so," replied the Yankee skipper; and he then proceeded to advise
the brothers what would be best to take with them, Fritz wishing to lay
out his small remaining stock of money to advantage.

He also told them, good-naturedly, that he would convey them to their
contemplated destination for nothing, so that they would have no passage
to pay.  Eric, indeed, would work his, being considered as attached to
the ship, his name besides being retained on the list of the crew while
sealing on shore; and, as for Fritz, Captain Brown said, he would "grub
him and give him a bunk into the barg'in."

Then, again, in respect of the provisions they would need for their
maintenance during their stay on the island, the skipper promised to
supply them from the ship's stores, on their arrival there, at cost
price; so that, not only would they thus get them much cheaper than they
would have been able to purchase them in open market, but they would
likewise save the cost of their freightage to Inaccessible Island, which
any one else would have expected them to pay.

Could Fritz desire more?


"I guess, mister," concluded the skipper, "so be it as how you kinder
makes up yer mind fur the venture, thet you two coons will start in
bizness with a clean sheet an' no book debts, like the boss of a dry
goods store; an' if you don't make a pile in less than no time, why it
won't be Job Brown's fault, I reckon!"

This settled the matter; when, the captain giving them a short
memorandum of certain necessary articles which they would find useful on
the island and which they could readily procure in Providence while the
_Pilot's Bride_ was refitting, the two brothers set to work making their
preparations without delay for the novel enterprise to which Eric's
project had given birth--that of going crusoeing in the South Atlantic!



The more Fritz thought over the project, the more enthusiastic he became
about it.

Unlike Eric, he was deeply reflective, never adventuring into any scheme
or undertaking action in any matter until he had fully weighed the pros
and cons and had considered everything that could be said for and
against it; but, once his judgment was convinced, there was no more
hearty co-operator than he.

It was so in this instance.

Eric's idea had struck him as feasible at the first blush, the boy being
so eager in giving vent to his own impressions and experiences of what
he had seen at Tristan d'Acunha with regard to the advantage of starting
a new sealing station of their own; but, when Fritz came to ponder over
the plan, it seemed so chimerical that he felt inclined to be angry with
himself for having entertained it for a moment.  These second thoughts,
however, did not long stand their ground after old Captain Brown had
been consulted; for, that experienced mariner, who had, as he thought,
such better means of judging than himself, immediately took so sanguine
a view of the enterprise, that Fritz's original opinion in favour of it
became confirmed, and he entered upon the preparations for the
expedition with even greater zest than Eric, its first inceptor and

"Brother," said he to the latter, on Captain Brown's approving of the
plan and promising his cordial assistance in helping them to carry it
out to a successful issue, "we'll not leave anything to chance.  We will
put our shoulders to the wheel and determine to win!"

"Aye," responded the other, "and we oughtn't to make a failure either;
for, you know, the old adage has it that, `Fortune favours the brave,'

"Yes," said Fritz, the practical.  "However, it is in little things that
success is attained, so we must not neglect these."

Nor did they.  Indeed, so much did Fritz impress Eric with the value of
carefully considering every petty detail of their outfit, so that they
might not find something omitted at the last moment which would be of
use, that there was danger of their forgetting more important articles--
the "little things," apparently, absorbing all their attention.

So engrossed were they in this enthusiasm for collecting and packing up
the most out-of-the-way trifles which it struck one or other of the two
brothers that they might want--getting these ready, too, for their
departure weeks before the _Pilot's Bride_ could possibly be refitted
for her voyage--that they were the subject of many a joke from the
hospitable household of the little "shanty" on Narraganset Bay.

The captain and Mrs Brown, or else Celia their daughter--a lively
American lassie of Eric's age, who seemed to have taken as great a fancy
to the young sailor as her father had done towards Fritz--would ever be
suggesting the most extraordinary things as likely to "come in handy on
the island," such as a warming pan or a boot-jack; with which latter,
indeed, the skipper gravely presented the elder brother one day, telling
him it would save him time when he was anxious to get on his slippers of
an evening after sealing on the rocks!

But, although they "chaffed" them, the kind people helped them none the
less good-naturedly in completing their equipment, the old captain's
"missis" and his "gal" plying their needles as energetically on their
behalf as Madame Dort and Lorischen would have done in the little house
at home in the Gulden Strasse of Lubeck.  The very eagerness and
"thoroughgoingness" of the hopeful young fellows enlisted sympathy for
them, in addition to those good qualities which had already made them
prime favourites.

"Bully for them, old woman," as the skipper said, when talking them over
to his wife.  "They're raal grit an' bound to run into port with a fair
wind an' no mistake, you bet; they're such a tarnation go-ahead pair o'
coons, with no empty gas or nonsense about 'em!"

But, full as he was of the venture, and embarking heart and soul into
its details with every energy he possessed, Fritz did not neglect to
write home a long letter to his mother and Madaleine, telling them all
about the new undertaking in which his hopes and prospects alike were
centred and expressing his feelings thoroughly in the matter--thus
showing the amount of reflection he had given to the scheme.

Eric, he said, was a sailor; and, therefore, should the venture not
succeed, its failure would not affect him much, as it would be merely an
episode in his nautical life, Captain Brown promising to retain his name
on the books of the _Pilot's Bride_ and allow him to ship again as third
mate in the event of his taking to the sea once more when the two got
tired of their sojourn on the island or found that sealing did not
answer their expectations; but, for him, Fritz, the enterprise was a far
more important one, changing the whole aspect of his career.

However, he wrote, he not only hoped for the best, but believed the
undertaking would result more favourably than his most sanguine wishes
led him to estimate its returns; still, in any case, it was better, he
thought, to engage in it, rather than waste any further time in vainly
searching for employment in the States.

But, whether successful or unfortunate, he was fully determined, so he
concluded his letter, to return home within the period of three years to
which he had limited his absence when leaving Lubeck; and, he prayed
that his coming back would be the opening of a new era of happiness for
them all--that is should the good God, who had so mercifully preserved
their Eric from the dangers of the deep and restored the dead to life,
prosper the joint enterprise of the reunited brothers, who, come what
may, would now be together.

"Good-bye, dear mutterchen, and you, my darling Madaleine," were his
last words.  "Watch and pray for us, and look forward to seeing us again
beneath the old roof-tree in time for our third Christmas festival from
now; and, then, won't there be a home-coming, a house-warming, with us
altogether once more!"

Much to Fritz's satisfaction, before the _Pilot's Bride_ was ready to
put to sea, a reply was received to this communication, bidding the
brother crusoes a cheery "God speed!" from home.  Madame Dort was so
overjoyed with the unexpected news of Eric's safety that she made no
demur to the prolongation of his absence from home, the more especially
now that he would be in Fritz's company.  As for Madaleine, she
expressed herself perfectly contented with her betrothed's plans,
considering, as she did, that he would know best; but she was all the
better pleased, she wrote, that he was going to an uninhabited island,
as then he would be unable to come across other girls, who might blot
her image from his heart.

"The little stupid!" as Fritz said fondly to himself when he read
this,--"as if that were possible, the darling!"

If Madaleine, however, could have known that, when she penned those
words, Master Fritz was engaged making himself agreeable to a party of
New York belles who had come up from the stifling "Empire City" to see
their cousins the Browns and sniff the bracing sea breezes of
Narraganset Bay, she might not have been quite so easy in her mind!

But, she need not have alarmed herself much, for Fritz was too busily
engaged, along with Eric, in helping Captain Brown to prepare the
_Pilot's Bride_ for her forthcoming voyage, to spare much time to the
fascinating fair ladies from Fifth Avenue.

The elder brother could do but little to aid the skipper in a nautical
way; still, as a clerk, he proved himself of great assistance, attending
to all the captain's correspondence and acting as a sort of supercargo.

Eric, however, having now had considerable experience of the sea,
besides, as the skipper had said, being "a born sailor," came out in
strong colours in all those minutiae required in getting a vessel ready
for sea.

Really, he showed himself so active and intelligent that the skipper
looked upon him as "his right-hand man"--at least, so declared he one
day in the presence of Mrs Brown, Celia, and the entire family at the
shanty, in full and open conclave; and no one disputed his statement,
albeit Master Eric was sadly confused at the compliment.

But, how was it with the ship, in which, like twin Caesars, the brothers
were about to embark "all their fortunes?"

Well, the _Pilot's Bride_, after going into dry dock and discharging
cargo on her return home, first had her sheathing stripped and the
exterior of her hull carefully examined to see that no rotten timber-
work should be overlooked that might subsequently be fatal to her when
battling with the billows in mid-ocean.  She had then been recaulked and
coppered; besides having her rigging set up again and tarred down, as
well as the coverings and seizings replaced, and the chaffing gear paid
over.  Finally, on the yards being sent up and the rigging completed,
with all the running gear seen to and thoroughly overhauled, a good coat
of paint, and an overcoat, too, in addition was given to the vessel from
bow to taffrail down to the water-line, with a white streak, in regular
Yankee fashion, running along her ports.  The stern gallery and rail
were then gilded, as was also the figure-head--a wooden damsel, with
arms akimbo, of the most unprepossessing appearance, representing the
bride of the "pilot" whose name she bore.

This completed the exterior refitting of the ship.

Much remained to be done to her interior, however; and, here it was that
Eric was able to be of considerable service, having learnt all of a
sailor's duty in reference to the stowage of a vessel's hold--a matter
that might seem easy enough to a landsman who only has to do with the
packing of boxes, but which is of serious importance on board a ship,
where the misplacement of the cargo may not only affect her sailing
properties but also the safety of those she carries.

To commence with, the _Pilot's Bride_ being a whaler would have to start
from her home port comparatively "light"--as, having no cargo to speak
of, save the provisions for her own crew for twelve months and the
stores she carried for the use of the sealing schooners amongst the
islands, she was forced to take in a great deal of ballast to ensure her
stability, and this had to be so apportioned in her hold as to make her
of good trim.

This being done, the water and provisions were then shipped and a large
number of empty casks placed on top of all the stores in the hold,
amidships.  These latter were carried to be subsequently filled with the
oil and skins that might be collected by the schooners acting as tenders
to the _Pilot's Bride_ amongst the islands; and, besides, the ship had
"trying pots" of her own to melt down the blubber of any whales or odd
fish she might capture "on her own hook."

The brothers' belongings were next taken on board and placed in the
cabin appropriated by Captain Brown to Fritz's use; and then, only the
live stock remained to be shipped and the crew mustered for the vessel
to be ready for sea, as now, with her sails bent she lay along the wharf
at Providence, waiting but to be hauled out into the stream.

She was a barque of some three or four hundred tons, riding rather high
out of the water in consequence of being mostly in ballast.  In
appearance she looked somewhat wall-sided, and she had those heavy round
bows that are seen mostly in whaling vessels, which are thus protected
forwards in order to resist the pressure of the ice in those arctic
regions whither they go to and fro; but, in spite of her build, which
resembled more that of a Dutch galliot--such as Fritz's eyes were
accustomed to see in the ports of the North Sea--than an American
merchantman, with her freshly painted hull, whose ports were picked out
in white, and her tall shapely spars all newly varnished, the _Pilot's
Bride_ looked as dapper and neat as her namesake.  Eric certainly
thought this, no matter what his brother's opinion might be, and
believed there was every reason for Captain Brown taking the pride in
the vessel that he did.

"There you are," said the skipper to the brothers, taking them with him
to survey her from the jetty when all her preparations were finished,
the vessel only waiting his mandate to haul out into the river--"did you
ever see sich a tarnation duck of a beauty in all yer born days, hey?"

"She looks very pretty," observed Fritz admiringly.

"Blow thet!" exclaimed the skipper with a laugh.  "Folks would think you
were talkin' 'bout a gal; but, what ken a longshore fellow know 'bout a
shep!" he added compassionately.  "What d'ye say 'bout her Mas' Eric,

"I say she's a regular clipper, captain," answered the lad in prompt
sailor fashion, much to the skipper's delight.  Eric's encomium was all
the more appreciative from the fact of his having been familiar with the
ship through part of her last voyage.  Then, she was all battered and
bruised from her conflict with the elements during her cruise in
southern seas; so, now, her present transformation and gala trim made
the difference in her appearance all the more striking to him, causing
her good points to shine out with all the greater display and hiding
most of her drawbacks.

"Ah, thet's your sort of 'pinion I likes," said the skipper in reply to
Eric's tribute to the vessel's merits.  "Yes, suttenly, she's a clipper,
if ever there wer one; an' a beauty to the back of thet, I reckon, hey,
sonny?" and he gave the lad one of his thundering pats of approval
across the shoulders with his broad hand that almost jerked him off the

"I guess," he added presently, "the only thing we've got to do now is to
shep a tol'able crew aboard; an' then, I kalkerlate, mister, she'll be
the slickest whaler this v'y'ge as ever loos'd tops'les an' sailed out
o' Narraganset Bay!"

"Will there be any difficulty in getting men?" asked Fritz.

"No, I reckon not, mister," replied the skipper, with a huge guffaw at
his ignorance.  "Why, the crimpers would send 'em to me in shoals, fur
Job Brown is as well-known in Providence as Queen Victoria is in
England, God bless her fur a good woman, too!  The diff'culty lies in
pickin' out the good ones thet air worth their salt from the green
hands, as ain't up to a kid of lobscouse fur all the work they ken do
aboard a shep!"

"Well, I hope you'll get the men you want," said Fritz cordially.

"Nary a doubt 'bout thet," answered the other, slewing round and
trotting across the wharf to a line of warehouses and merchants' offices
on the other side.  "I'm just a-goin' to my agents now; an' I ken tell
you, fur a fact, thet Job Brown is never licked, no, sir, not when he
makes up his mind to anythin'!"

In the evening of the same day he astonished Fritz somewhat.

"Who d'ye think wished fur to sign articles with me to-day fur the
v'y'ge?" said he, after he mentioned that he had shipped his crew and
that the _Pilot's Bride_ would haul out into the stream the next
morning, preparatory to starting off altogether on the following day.

"I'm sure I can't say," replied Fritz.

"Who but our old friend Nat Slater!" said the skipper with a broad grin.
"I guess Nathaniel Washington hez come down in the world ag'in, fur all
his tall talkin' about what he wer goin' to do to help you, hey?"

"Have you taken him on?" asked Fritz, somewhat dubious about the
pleasure which the society of the whilom "deck hand" of the steamboat
would afford him when the two of them should be cooped together on board
the same vessel for any length of time, especially after the way in
which that individual had behaved to him.

"Yes, I let him jine," answered the skipper.  "I couldn't do else,
considerin' the poor cuss wer so down on his luck as to ask me; 'sides,
mister, I knewed him afore he went to the bad; an' if he du come with
me, it'll do him good in one way.  He'll never get none o' thet infarnal
drink till he comes back ag'in to Providence, fur I never allows a drop
o' pizen in any craft I sails from the time we leaves port till we casts
anchor ag'in!"

"I'm glad to hear that," said Fritz.  "There's mischief enough done with
it on land without taking it to sea."

"Right you air, mister," rejoined the other; "but, mind you, I don't ask
my men to do what I don't do myself.  This old hoss doesn't believe in a
fellow's preachin' one thing and practisin' another; no, sirree!  I
ain't a teetotaler, nohow; but I never touches a drop o' licker from the
time I sots foot aboard ship till I treads land ag'in--an' what I does,
every man Jack o' my crew shall do ditto, or I'll know an' larn 'em the
reason why, you bet!  Howsomedever, mister, I guess we'd all better turn
in now," he added, making a signal which Mrs Brown and Celia always
interpreted as meaning their departure to bed.  "Recollect, this'll be
our last night ashore, fur we shall all hev to rise airly in the mornin'
to git the _Pilot's Bride_ under weigh."



When Fritz awoke the next day, however, he could not quite make out what
was going on in the place.  There was a strong smell of gunpowder in the
air, and he could hear the cracking reports of small cannon, let off at
frequent intervals with much noise in the streets by a crowd of boys,
whose voices mingled with the excruciating sound of squeaking trumpets
and the shrill, ear-piercing scream of penny whistles.

For the moment, he thought he was dreaming again of the old days of the
war, and that the confused medley, which became each moment louder, was
but the half-waking recollection of the bivouac around Metz, with its
many constant alarms of sallies and sorties from the beleaguered
fortress; but, when he came downstairs from his bedroom, he was speedily
undeceived as to the reason for the pandemonium without.

The captain and Eric had already started off for the ship, and only Mrs
Brown and Celia were below waiting breakfast for him.

"What on earth is the matter?" he asked.  "It seems like Bedlam broken
loose.  Is there an insurrection going on?"

"Ah, they're having a fine time, ain't they!" said Miss Celia.

"But, what is it all about?" he repeated, gazing from one to the other
of the smiling ladies, almost bewildered by the uproar out of doors.

"Fourth of July," replied the lady of the house, as if that was quite a
sufficient answer and accounted for everything.

"The fourth of July!" he repeated mechanically.  "What has the day of
the month got to do with it--is it an anniversary of some sort--some
national holiday?"

"An anniversary, indeed!" exclaimed Miss Celia indignantly.  "I thought
you were such a good hand at history.  Why, haven't you ever heard of
our glorious Declaration of Independence, when the free states of
America severed the hated yoke that bound them under the thraldom of the
tyrant England?"

"Oh, yes, I forgot.  I'm sure I beg your pardon for not recollecting
what must be to you a sacred day!" said Fritz, somewhat deceived by the
girl's affected enthusiasm, Celia having spoken as grandiloquently as if
she were an actress declaiming tragedy.

"Sacred day, fiddlesticks!" she replied, laughing at his grave face and
solemn manner.  "I guess we don't worry ourselves much about that!  We
try and have a good time of it, and leave it to the politicians and
skallywags to do the speechifying and bunkum!  The boys have the best
time of it, I reckon."

"Yes," he replied, his ideas as to the patriotic associations of
American citizens considerably modified.  "They seem to enjoy
themselves, if the noise they're making affords any criterion of that!"

"I guess so," answered the girl.  "They've burnt a few fire crackers
this morning; but, it's nothing to what they do at Boston.  Law, why you
should see the goings on there'll be in front of Faneuil Hall to-night,
when the `Bonfire Boys' set to work!"

"By that time, I imagine, I'll be on the sea," said Fritz.  "Your father
told us last evening that he would start to-day if the wind was fair,
and I noticed a bit of a breeze blowing through my window when I was

"Yes," put in Mrs Brown; "and he said this mornin', 'fore he went off
down town, to tell you to be sure and hurry up as soon as ever you'd
swallowed your breakfast--not for what I want to hasten you away,

"Did he?" said Fritz, bolting a bit of buckwheat cake and hastily rising
from the table.  "If that's the case, I'd better be off to see about my

"Bless you, they're all aboard hours ago!  Eric took them with him when
he started off with pa," remarked Celia demurely.

"Oh, you saw him before he went, then?" said Fritz.

"Yes, I wished your brother good-bye," replied the girl, colouring up.

"Oh!" repeated Fritz meaningly, with a sly glance at her.

"And now, Mr Dort, we must wish you good-bye, too," interposed Mrs
Brown, in order to distract his attention from Celia, who looked a bit
confused by Fritz's interrogatories respecting Master Eric.

"Aren't you coming down to see us off?" said he.

"Guess not," replied Mrs Brown with much composure, her husband's
departure with his ship being of such periodic occurrence as to have
long since lost all sense of novelty.  "We'll see you when you get out
in the bay, and wish you good luck in the distance.  I hope, mister,
that you and your brother will be successful in your venture--that I do

"Thank you," said Fritz, shaking the hand of the good-natured woman
cordially.  "I can't express how grateful we both are to you and your
husband for all your kindness to us, strangers in a foreign land!"

"What, do you leave me out?" put in Miss Celia saucily.

"I should think not," returned Fritz gallantly.  "I included you, of
course, when thanking your mother.  I'm sure words would fail to give
you any idea of my feelings on the subject; but I dare say Eric spoke on
my behalf this morning."

"Indeed, he had too much to say for himself," retorted the girl; "and,
instead of his behaving like a quiet German lad, as I thought him, he
was more of a saucy American sailor boy!  Not that I minded that much,"
she added demurely.  "It made him more sparkish-like and all the

"Really?" said Fritz, smiling.  "I think I shall have to talk to Master
Eric when I get on board the ship."

"No, nary you mind that," pleaded Miss Celia most magnanimously.  "I
forgive him this time; but you can tell him, though, I'll pay him out
when he comes back to our shanty, that I will!"

"All right, I will give him your message," replied Fritz, as he shook
hands with the fair little Rhode Islander, whose eyes were full of tears
as she said good-bye, in spite of her sprightly manner and off-hand way.
"And now, ladies," he added, addressing them both collectively, "I must
say farewell, hoping to have the pleasure of seeing you again on our
return from Inaccessible Island, somewhere about two years hence."

"I'm sure I hope so, too," said the lady of the house kindly, Celia
joining cordially in the wish; and Fritz then left the shanty, directing
his steps down to the quay, where he expected to find the _Pilot's
Bride_ still moored.

She was not here, however; but, after a moment, he could discern the
vessel lying out in the river some little distance from the shore.
There, anchored almost in mid-stream and with a blue peter flying at the
fore as well as the American stars and stripes trailing over her stern,
she looked even more picturesque than when Fritz had seen her lying
along the wharf on his first view of her.

It was much earlier in the month than Captain Brown had stated was his
usual time for starting on his annual voyage to the South Atlantic; but
the skipper had accelerated his departure in order to have time to go to
Tristan d'Acunha on his outward trip, instead of calling there as he
usually did just before returning to Providence--so as to allow the
brothers to pick up a little information that might be of use to them
from the little colony at Tristan, before proceeding to their own
selected settlement on Inaccessible Island.

The ship was now, therefore, quite ready to start as soon as the wind
and her captain willed it; for, her sails were bent, with the gaskets
cast-off and the topsails loose, ready to be let fall and sheeted home
at the word of command.  A nautical man would have noticed, too, that
she was hove short, right over her anchor, so that no time should be
lost in bowsing that up to the cathead and getting under weigh, when the
time came to man the windlass and heave up the cable, with a "Yo-heave

Presently, Fritz observed a boat that had been towing astern of the ship
hauled up alongside, and then this put off for the shore, with some one
in the stern-sheets whom he did not recognise at first, on account of
the person having a gilt-banded cap on; but, as soon as the boat got
nearer, he saw that it was Eric, who now hailed him while yet a hundred
yards away.

"Hullo!" he shouted; "how is it you're so late?  The captain is only
waiting for you to set sail, for the pilot's coming on board now!"

"I didn't think you were going until the evening," replied Fritz,
descending the steps of the jetty, which the boat had now nearly

"Nor were we, if this breeze hadn't sprung up since morning so very
suddenly, when we least expected it!  I suppose it's because of all that
gunpowder firing that the air's got stirred up a bit?  But, jump in, old
fellow, the skipper seems a bit impatient; and the sooner we're all on
board the better he'll be pleased."

With these words, Eric stretched out a hand to help his brother into the
little dinghy, which could barely carry two comfortably besides the man
pulling amid-ship, and then the frail little craft started on her way
back to the mother ship, of which she seemed the chicken!

No sooner were they alongside and up the ladder, than Captain Brown's
voice was heard rapidly giving orders, as if no time were to be lost.

"Veer thet boat astern an' hook on the falls," he roared in stentorian
accents.  "I want her walked up to the davits 'fore I can say Jack
Robinson!  There, thet's the way to do it, men.  Now, get her inboard
an' secure her; we shan't want her in a hurry ag'in, till we come back
to the bay!"

"Mr Dort," he sang out presently to Eric, who was standing by ready for
the skipper's orders and watching his eye--prepared to jump anywhere at
a second's notice, and looking so full of eagerness and attention that
Fritz felt quite proud of him!

"Aye, aye, sir," answered the lad, touching his cap; for, nowhere is
deference insisted on so stringently from inferior officers to their
superiors as on board ship, especially in merchantmen commanded by
captains worth their salt.  In no other way can proper respect be paid
to authority, or the necessary orders requisite for the safety and
comfort of all enforced.

"I give you charge o' the mizzen mast," said Captain Brown, meaning that
Eric would have to see to all that was necessary for making sail in the
after part of the ship.  At the same time, the second mate stationed
himself amidships, and the first officer went forward to the bows, to
superintend the getting up of the anchor, each of them repeating the
several directions of the captain in turn.

"All hands make sail!" then shouted the skipper, who, with his hands in
the pockets of his monkey jacket, stood on the poop deck aft, looking
everywhere apparently in one glance, it was so comprehensive of
everything that was going on below and aloft; whereupon, the men, racing
up the rigging with alacrity, the topsails were soon sheeted home and
the yards hoisted, after which more canvas was unfolded to the breeze,
that came in short, sharp puffs off the land.

The headsails were then backed, as the ship brought up over her anchor;
and, the windlass coming round with a ringing "clink, clank!" of the
pawl to the hearty long heaves of the sailors--who worked at it with a
will, singing in chorus the while--the heavy weight of metal that still
attached the _Pilot's Bride_ to the sand and shells at the bottom of
Narraganset Bay was ere long lifted gradually above the water and run up
to the cathead.  The jib and foretop-sail were then allowed to fill
again and the yards squared; when, the vessel, paying off, began to
move, at first slowly, and then more rapidly as she gathered way, out of
the harbour away towards the open sea, some thirty miles beyond.

The wind being light and flickering, the crew were soon ordered aloft
again to set the top-gallant-sails, for the breeze was so far favourable
that the ship did not have to beat out of the bay; consequently, she was
able to spread more canvas than if she had been forced to tack, or had
to be steered by her sails.

Nor was Captain Brown satisfied with top-gallants alone; for, quickly,
the order came to set the royals and flying jib before the men could
climb down the ratlins; and, soon, the vessel was under a cloud of sail
alow and aloft, taking advantage of every breath of air.  Towards the
afternoon, the north-westerly breeze still lasting, the ship cleared
Narraganset Bay, running before the wind; when, shaping a course between
the treacherous Martha's Vineyard on the one hand and Gardiner's Island
on the other, she was steered out into the open Atlantic.

No sooner had they got to sea than Captain Brown called all hands aft,
mustering the crew--who numbered some twenty in all, including the cook
and a couple of boys.  He then gave them a short speech from the poop.

Some of the men had been with him before, he said, so they knew what he
was; but, as for those who didn't, he would tell them that, as long as
they did their duty manfully, they would find him always considerate
towards them.  If they "turned rusty," however, why then "they'd better
look out for squalls," for they would discover, should they try on any
of their notions, that he was "a hard row to hoe!"

The men were next divided into watches and dismissed to their several
duties; after which the _Pilot's Bride_ settled down steadily to her

At first, Fritz found the life on board very enjoyable.  The motion of
the ship was so slight, as she slipped through the water with the wind
on her quarter, that there was no rolling; and the difference of her
arrangements, with clean cabins and the absence of that sickening smell
of the engine-room which had permeated the steamer in which he had made
the passage from Bremen to New York--his only previous acquaintance with
the ocean-made him fancy that he could spend all his days on the deep
without discomfort.  But, after a time, the routine grew very
monotonous; and long ere the _Pilot's Bride_ had reached tropical
latitudes, Fritz would have been glad if she had reached their appointed

Truth to say, the vessel was not that smart sailer which a stranger
would have imagined from all the skipper had said about her.  It was
nearly three weeks before she ran into the north-east trades; and three
more weeks, after she got within these favouring winds, before she
managed to cross the Line, which she did somewhere about 24 degrees
West.  All this time, too, to add to Fritz's disgust, they never passed
a single other sail!

The weather throughout the voyage, up to now, had treated the vessel
fairly enough, so no complaint could be made on that score; but, no
sooner had they arrived at the equator, than the wind suddenly shifted
round to the west and south-west, accompanied by a violent squall that
would have settled the _Pilot's Bride_, if Captain Brown had not
fortunately anticipated it and prepared in time.

The ship was nearing Pernambuco, off the South American coast, on a
short "leg," before taking the long one that would fetch down towards
Tristan d'Acunha, proceeding in the ordinary track of vessels going
round the Cape of Good Hope; when, suddenly, towards evening, it fell
nearly calm and sheet lightning was noticed towards the eastward, where
a dense bank of dark clouds had mounted up, obscuring the sky.

This was enough for Captain Brown, who had gone through a similar
experience before.

"All hands take in sail!" came his order, without a moment's delay.

The men sprang aloft immediately and furled the royals and top-gallant-
sails; while others below took in the flying jib and hauled up the
mainsail and trysail--the hands wondering all the time what on earth the
skipper was at, taking in all the spread of the vessel's canvas, when
there wasn't a breath of air blowing!

However, the "old man," as he was generally called by the crew, knew
better than they; and so, with the ship's yards stripped and squared, he
awaited what science and forethought had taught him to expect.

Science and forethought had not caused him to make these preparations in

The blackness in the south-east extended round the horizon to the west,
and, presently, a thick mist came rolling up from that quarter,
enveloping the vessel in its folds and covering the stars in front like
a curtain, although those lesser lights of the night shone out brightly
in other parts of the sky.

Then, all at once, the squall burst with a furious blast that made the
ship heel over almost on her beam ends, the wind being followed by a
shower of rain and hail that seemed as if it would batter in the decks.

"Let go the halliards!" sang out Captain Brown; and, his order being
promptly attended to, the vessel was not taken aback--otherwise every
spar would have snapped away, or else she would have gone down stern

Now, however, instead of any accident happening, the good ship, although
reeling with the blow like a drunken man, paid off from the wind
handsomely--running on for some time before the gale and tearing through
the water with everything flying, "as if old Nick were after her," the
men said!

All hands being then called again, the topsails and trysails were close-
reefed, the courses furled, and the foretopmast-staysail set; when, the
barque was brought round nearly to her course again, with the weather-
braces hauled in a bit to ease her.

This was the first rough weather Fritz experienced, and it cannot be
said to have increased his admiration for a sea life, all he saw of
which only tended to make him wonder more and more every day what could
induce his brother Eric to have such a passionate inclination towards
it!  It was a strange fancy, he thought, as he watched the disturbed
state of the wild ocean, lashed into frenzy by the force of the gale,
which seemed to wax more lusty each hour; for, the ship appeared to be,
now, careering like a mad thing through some deep watery valley, between
lofty mountainous peaks of spray, and, the next moment, seeming to be on
the toppling edge of a fathomless abyss, into which she looked about to
plunge headlong to destruction as she rose above the plane of tempest-
tossed water, borne aloft on the rolling crest of one of the huge waves
that were racing by each other as if in sport--the broken, billowy
element boiling and seething as far as the eye could reach, in eddies of
creamy foam and ridges of turbid green, with the clouds above of a
leaden tinge that deepened, as they approached the horizon, to a dark
slatish hue, becoming blue-black in the extreme distance.

"That Shakespeare was a fine fellow!"  Fritz said to Captain Brown, who
stood close by the binnacle, keeping an eye to the two men who were now
at the wheel steering; for, the ship required careful handling in the
heavy sea that was running to prevent her from broaching to, and it
needed very prompt action frequently to jam down the helm in time, so as
to let her fall off her course before some threatening mountain of water
that bore down on her bows.

"Ha-ow?" ejaculated the skipper inquiringly, turning to the other, who
was looking over the taffrail surveying the scene around and had spoken
musingly--uttering his thoughts aloud.

"I mean Shakespeare, the great dramatist," replied Fritz, who, like all
educated Germans, had a keen appreciation of the bard and could quote
his pregnant sayings at pleasure.  "He wrote plays, you know," he added,
seeing that Captain Brown did not quite comprehend him.

"Oh, I rec'lect now," replied the skipper, understanding him at last,
and his face beaming with curious intelligence.  "Him as wrote a piece
called `Hamlet,' hey?  I reckon I see it once when I wer to Boston some
years ago, an' Booth acted it uncommon well, too, yes, sirree!"

"Well then," said Fritz, going on to explain the reason for his original
remark, "Shakespeare exactly expresses my sentiments, at this present
moment, in the words which he puts into the mouth of one of his
characters in the `Tempest,' Gonzalo, I think.  `Now would I give a
thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown
furze, anything: the wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry

The young fellow laughed as he ended the apt quotation.

The skipper, however, did not appear to see the matter in the same

"I guess thet there Gonzalo," he remarked indignantly, "wer no sailor;
an' Mister Shakespeare must hev hed a durned pain in his stummick when
he writ sich trash!"

Some hours afterwards, fortunately for Fritz's feelings, the gale broke;
when, the wind shifting round to the northward of west, the _Pilot's
Bride_ was enabled to steer away from the South American coast and shape
a straight course for Tristan d'Acunha.



"This air prime, now ain't it?" said the skipper to Fritz, as the ship,
with her nose pointing almost south, was driving away before the north-
west wind and making some ten knots an hour.

"Yes, she's going along all right," replied he; adding frankly, however,
"I should like it all the better, though, if the vessel didn't roll
about so much."

"Roll?" exclaimed Captain Brown indignantly; "call this rolling?  Why,
Jee-rusalem, she only gives a kinder bit of a lurch now an' ag'in!  I
thought you would hev got your sea-legs on by this time."

Fritz could only bow to this statement, of course; but, all due
deference to the skipper, nevertheless, the _Pilot's Bride_ did roll,
and roll most unmercifully, too.

She was just like a huge porpoise wallowing in the water!

It may be remembered that she had sailed from port light, with a pretty
considerable freeboard; and now, with the wind almost right aft, so that
she had no lateral pressure to steady her--as would have been the case
if the breeze had been abeam or on her quarter--she listed first to port
and then to starboard, with the "send" of the sea, as regularly as the
swing of a clock's pendulum.  Really, the oscillation made it almost as
impossible for Fritz to move about as if the ship had been contending
with all the powers of the elements in a heavy storm, whereas the
skipper said she was only "going easy," with a fair wind!

Why, the "breeze" had not lasted a day, before nearly every particle of
glass and crockery-ware in the steward's cabin was smashed to atoms;
while preventer stays had to be rove to save the masts from parting

Roll, eh?  She did roll--roll with a vengeance!

Fortunately, this did not last long; the wind shifting round to the
north-east, after a three days' spell from the west, which brought the
ship on a bow line, steering, as she was, south-east and by south.  Had
not this change come when it did, "the old tub would hev rolled her
bottom out," as Mr Slater, the whilom deck hand, "guessed" one morning
to Fritz, while the crew were engaged in washing decks.

Of course, the brothers themselves had many a chat together while the
voyage lasted, talking over their plans as well as chatting about the
different scenes and circumstances surrounding the endless panorama of
sea and sky, sky and sea, now daily unfolded before them.

Naturally--to Fritz, at least--all was new; and it was deeply
interesting to him to notice the alteration in the aspect of the heavens
which each night produced as the ship ran to the southward.  The north
star had disappeared with its pointers, as well as other familiar
stellar bodies belonging to higher latitudes; but, a new and more
brilliant constellation had risen up in the sky within his new range of
view, which each evening became more and more distinct.

This was the Southern Cross, as it is called, consisting of four stars,
three of the first magnitude and the fourth somewhat smaller, arranged
in the form of an oblique crucifix, pointing across the firmament
"athwartship-like," as the skipper explained one night-watch when the
brothers were looking out together.  Only once in the year, Captain
Brown said, is this cross perfectly perpendicular towards the zenith;
for, as it circles round our planet, it reverses its position, finally
turning upside-down.

When the _Pilot's Bride_ ceased to roll and began to make steady way
towards Tristan, with the wind from the northward and eastwards on her
beam, she ran along steadily on one tack, with hardly a lurch, covering
some two hundred miles a day as regularly as the log was hove and the
sun taken at noon.

All this time, no sight could now have been more glorious than the
heavens presented each night after sunset.  The myriads upon myriads of
stars that then shone out with startling brilliancy was something
amazing; and the puzzle to Fritz was, how astronomers could name and
place all these "lesser lights"--following their movements from day to
day and year's end to year's end, without an error of calculation, so
that they could tell the precise spot in the firmament where to find
them at any hour they might wish!

"And yet," said Fritz, musingly, "these wise men are puzzled sometimes."

"Nary a doubt o' thet," responded the skipper, who, in spite of his
rough manner and somewhat uncultivated language, thought more deeply
than many would have given him credit for; "I guess, mister, all the
book-larnin' in the world won't give us an insight inter the workin's o'

"No," said Fritz.  "The study of the infinite makes all our puny efforts
at probing into the mysteries of nature and analysing the motives of
nature's God appear mean and contemptible, even to ourselves."

"Thet's a fact," assented the skipper.  "Look thaar, now!  Don't thet
sky-e, now, take the gildin' off yer bunkum phi-loserphy an' tall
talkin' 'bout this system an' thet--ain't thet sight above worth more'n
a bushel o' words, I reckon, hey?"

Fritz gazed upwards in the direction the other pointed, right over the
port quarter of the ship and where the starry expanse of the stellar
world stretched out in all its beauty.

Eastwards, near the constellation Scorpio, was the Southern Cross, which
had first attracted their attention, the figurative crucifix of the
heavens; while the "scorpion," itself, upreared its head aloft,
surmounted by a brilliant diadem of stars that twinkled and scintillated
in flashes of light, like a row of gems of the first water--the body of
the fabled animal being marked out in fine curves, in which fancy could
trace its general proportions, half-way down the heavens.  In a more
southerly direction, still, the parallel stars of the twin heroes Castor
and Pollux could be seen, shining out with full lustre in a sky that was
beautifully, intensely blue, conveying a sense of depths beyond depths
of azure beyond; and, as the wondering lookers gazed and the night
deepened, fresh myriads of stars appeared to come forth and swell the
heavenly phalanx, although the greater lights still maintained their
glittering superiority, Jupiter emitting an effulgence of radiant beams
from his throne at the zenith, while the Milky Way powdered the great
celestial dome with a smoke wreath of starlets that circled across the
firmament in crescent fashion, like a sort of triumphal arch of flashing
diamonds which the angels could tread in their missions from heaven to
earth, or the feet of those translated to the realms of the blest!

"Grand, ain't it?" repeated the skipper.

But Fritz said nothing; his thoughts went deeper than words.

A day or two after this, the north-east wind suddenly failed and a dead
calm set in, lasting for twenty-four hours.  This circumstance did not
please Captain Brown much, for he hardly knew what to make of it;
however, after a day and night of stagnation, the breeze returned again,
although, in the interim of lull, it took it into its head to shift
round more to the southwards, causing the _Pilot's Bride_ to run close-

On the evening before this change of wind, and while the calm yet
continued, the sea presented what seemed to Fritz--and Eric too, for he
had never seen such a sight before, although he had much better
acquaintance with the wonders of the deep than his brother--a most
extraordinary scene of phosphorescent display, the strange effect of it
being almost magical.

The sun had set early and the moon did not rise till late; but, as soon
as the orb of day had disappeared below water, the horizon all round
became nearly as black as ink, without any after-glow, as had invariably
been noticed at previous sunsets.  The whole sky was dark and pitchy
like; only a few stars showing themselves momentarily for a while high
up towards the zenith, although they were soon hidden by the mantle of
sombre cloud that enveloped the heavens everywhere.

Meanwhile, the entire surface of the sea, in every direction as far as
their eyes could reach, seemed as if covered with a coating of frosted
silver; and, all around the ship, at the water-line, there appeared a
brilliant illumination, as if from a row of gas jets or like the
footlights in front of the stage of a theatre.  Where the sea, too, was
broken into foam by the slight motion of the ship, it also gave out the
same appearance; and the faint wake astern was as bright as the track
usually lit up by the moon or rising sun across the ocean, resembling a
pathway of light yellow gold.

When Fritz first saw the reflection, on looking over the side of the
ship, he thought that something had happened down below, and that the
appearance he noticed was caused by different lights, streaming through
the portholes and scuttles.

"What are they doing with all those lanterns in the hold?" he asked Eric
in surprise.

The sailor lad laughed.

"No ship lanterns," said he, "are at work here.  They say that this
queer look of the sea is occasioned by thousands of little insects that
float on the surface and which are like the fireflies of the tropics.
Don't you recollect reading about them?"

"But then, this light is so continuous," replied Fritz.  "It is bright
as far away as we can see."

"Yes, I suppose the shoal of insects stretches onward for miles; still,
it is only when it is dark like this, with the sky overcast, that you
can see them.  At least, that is what I've been told, for I never saw
such a display before."

"You're 'bout right, my lad," observed Captain Brown, who had come over
to leeward, where the brothers were.  "I forgit what they call the
durned things; but, they're as thick as muskitters on the Florida coast.
You'll see 'em all clear away as soon as the moon shows a streak,
though.  They can't stand her candlelight, you bet!"

It was as the skipper said.  Although the illumination of the sea was so
vivid that it lit up the ship's sails with flashes as the water was
stirred, it died away when the moon shone out.  Then, too, the sky
lightened all round and the clouds cleared away before the approaching
wind which had thus apparently heralded its coming.

Nothing occurred after this to break the monotony of the voyage, beyond
a school of whales being noticed blowing in the distance away to the
windward one day, about a week after the change of wind.

"There she spouts!" called out a man who was up in the fore cross-trees,
overhauling some of the running gear; but the hail only occasioned a
little temporary excitement, for the animals were much too far off for
pursuit and, besides, Captain Brown wished to land the brothers and
clear his ship of all cargo before going whaling on his own account.

This consummation, however, was not long distant; for some sixteen days
or so after they had turned their backs on the South American coast, the
skipper told Fritz he hoped to be at Tristan on the morrow.  This was
when he and the captain were having their usual quarter-deck walk in the
first watch, the evening of the same day on which they passed the school
of whales.

"Yes, sirree," he said, "we've run down to 36 degrees South latitude, I
guess, an' wer 'bout 13 degrees West when I took the sun at noon; so I
kalkerlate, if the wind don't fail an' the shep keeps on goin' as she
is, which is bootiful, I reckon, why we'll fetch Tristan nigh on
breakfus-time to-morrow,--yes, sir!"

"Indeed!" exclaimed Fritz.  He did not think they were anywhere near the
place yet; for, although it was more than two months since they had left
Narraganset Bay, the ship appeared to sail so sluggishly and the voyage
to be so tedious, that he would not have been surprised to hear some day
from the captain that they would not reach their destination until
somewhere about Christmas time!

"Ya-as, really, I guess so, mister.  No doubt you're a bit flustered at
gettin' thaar so soon; but the _Pilot's Bride's_ sich a powerful clipper
thet we've kinder raced here, an' arrove afore we wer due, I reckon!"

The skipper innocently took Fritz's expression of surprise to be a
compliment to the ship's sailing powers; and so Fritz would not
undeceive him by telling him his real opinion about the vessel.  It
would have been cruel to try and weaken his belief in the lubberly old
whaler, every piece of timber in whose hull he loved with a fatherly
affection almost equal to that with which he regarded his daughter

Fritz therefore limited himself to an expression of delight at the
speedy termination of their voyage, without hazarding any comment on the
_Pilot's Bride's_ progress; by which means he avoided either hurting the
old skipper's feelings or telling an untruth, which he would otherwise
have had to do.

He was undoubtedly glad to have advanced so far in their undertaking;
for, once arrived at Tristan d'Acunha, a few more days would see them
landed on Inaccessible Island, when, he and Eric would really begin
their crusoe life of seal-catching and "making the best" of it, in
solitary state.

Wasn't he up on deck early next morning, turning out of his bunk as soon
as he heard the first mate calling the captain at four bells--although,
when he got there, he found Eric had preceded him, he having charge of
the morning watch and having been up two hours before himself!

However, neither of the brothers had much the advantage of the other;
for, up to breakfast time, Tristan had not been sighted.

But, about noon, "a change came o'er the spirit of their dream!"

Captain Brown had just gone below to his cabin to get his sextant in
order to take the sun, while Fritz, to quiet his impatience, had sat
down on the top of the cuddy skylight with a book in his hand, which he
was pretending to read so as to cheat himself, as it were; when,
suddenly, there came a shout from a man whom the skipper had ordered to
be placed on the look-out forward--a shout that rang through the ship.

"Land ho!"

Fritz dropped his book on to the deck at once and Eric sprang up into
the mizzen rigging, hurriedly scrambling up the ratlins to the masthead,
whence he would have a better point of observation; the skipper
meanwhile racing up the companion way with his sextant in his hand.

"Land--where away?" he sang out, hailing the man on the fore cross-

"Dead away to leeward, two points off the beam," was the answer at once
returned by the man on the look-out, who happened, strangely enough, to
be Fritz's whilom acquaintance, the "deck hand!"

"Are you sure?" hailed the captain again to make certain.

"As sure as there's claws on a Rocky Mountain b'ar," replied the man in
a tone of voice that showed he was a bit nettled at his judgment being
questioned; for he next added, quite loud enough for all to hear, "I
guess I oughter know land when I see it.  I ain't a child put out to dry
nurse, I ain't!"

"There, thet'll do; stow thet palaver!" said Captain Brown sharply,
"else you'll find thet if Rocky Mountain b'ars hev claws, they ken use
'em, an' hug with a prutty good grip of their own too, when they mean
bizness, I guess, Nat Slater; so, you'd better quiet down an' keep thet
sass o' yourn for some un else!"

This stopped the fellow's grumbling at once; and Captain Brown, after
proceeding aloft to have a look for himself and see how far the island
was off, gave directions for having the ship's course altered, letting
her fall off a point or two from the wind.

"I guess I wer standin' a bit too much to the northward," he said to
Fritz, who was waiting on the poop, longing to ask him a thousand
questions as to when they would get in, and where they would land, and
so on; "but thet don't matter much, as we are well to win'ard, an' ken
fetch the land as we like."

The island, which at first appeared like a sort of low-lying cloud on
the horizon, was now plainly perceptible, a faint mountain peak being
noticeable, just rising in the centre of the dark patch of haze.

"Is it far off?" asked Fritz.

"'Bout fifty mile or so, I sh'u'd think, mister," answered the
skipper--"thet is more or less, as the air down below the line is
clearer than it is north, so folks ken see further, I guess.  I don't
kinder think it's more'n fifty mile, though, sou'-sou'-west o' whar the
shep is now."

"Fifty miles!" repeated Fritz, somewhat disconcerted by the
announcement; for, he would not have thought the object, which all could
now see from the deck, more than half that distance away.  "Why, we'll
never get there to-day!"

"Won't we?" said the skipper.  "Thet's all you know 'bout it, mister.
The _Pilot's Bride_ 'll walk over thet little bit o' water like a race
hoss, an' 'ill arrive at Tristan 'fore dinner time, you bet!"

The skipper's prognostication as to the time of their arrival did not
turn out quite correct, but Fritz's anxiety was allayed by their
reaching the place the same night; for, the mountain peak, which had
been noticed above the haze that hung over the lower part of the island,
began to rise higher and higher as the ship approached, until its sharp
ridges could be plainly seen beneath a covering of snow that enveloped
the upper cone and which changed its colour from glistening white to a
bright pink hue as it became lit up by the rays of the setting sun--the
latter dipping beneath the western horizon at the same instant that the
_Pilot's Bride_ cast anchor in a shallow bay some little distance off
the land, close to Herald Point, where the English settlement on the
island lies.



Fritz and Eric wished to go ashore the moment the anchor plunged into
the water and the chain cable grated through the hawse hole; but,
darkness setting in almost immediately after sunset, as is usual in such
southerly latitudes, their landing had to be postponed until the next
morning, when the skipper told them they would have plenty of time to
inspect the little ocean colony of Tristan d'Acunha--that is, should not
a westerly-wind set in, bringing with it a heavy swell, as it invariably
did; for, this would cause them "to cut and run from their anchorage in
a jiffy," if they did not desire to lay the ship's bones on the rocks by
Herald Point, which he, "for one," he said, had no intention of doing.

However, the wind still remained in the same quarter, blowing steadily
from the south-east, which made it calm where the _Pilot's Bride_ was
lying--Captain Brown from previous experience knowing the safest berth
to take up--so she did not have to shift her berth.  When morning broke,
too, the brothers had a better view of the place than on the evening
before; for then, only a hasty peep at it could be obtained before it
was hidden by night.

The small bay in which the ship was moored opened to the westward; and,
on the right, a slope of rough pasture land, about a quarter of a mile
in width, ran up from the beach to an almost precipitous wall of rock, a
thousand feet or more in height--although a sort of misty vapour hung
over it, which prevented Fritz from gauging its right altitude.  On the
left-hand side, the wall of rock came sheer down into the sea, leaving
only a few yards of narrow shingle, on which the surf noisily broke.  A
stream leaped down from the high ground, nearly opposite the vessel, and
the low fall with which it tumbled into the bay at this point indicated
that there would be found the best landing-place, an opinion which
Captain Brown confirmed as soon as he came on deck.

"I guess, though," said the skipper, pointing out a red flag which Fritz
could notice just being hoisted on one of the cottage chimneys in the
distance, "we needn't hurry 'bout launchin' a boat, fur some o' them
islanders are comin' off to pay us a visit an' will take you ashore.
Thet's their signal for communicatin' with any vessel thet calls in
here.  Run up our ensign, Mr Dort," he added to Eric, who stood at his
station on the lee side of the mizzen mast; "an' tell 'em to fire the
gun forrud, jest to give 'em a kinder sort o' salute, you know.  Uncle
Sam likes to do the civil, the same as other men-o'-war when they goes
to foreign ports!"

These orders were obeyed; and no sooner were the "Stars and Stripes" run
up to the masthead and the report of the little gun on the topgallant
fo'c's'le heard reverberating through the distant mountain tops--the
sound of the discharge being caught up and echoed between the narrow
arms of the bay--than a smart whale-boat, pulled by eight men and with a
white-bearded, venerable-looking individual seated in the stern-sheets,
was seen coming out from the very spot which Fritz had determined to be
the landing-place.

They were soon alongside the _Pilot's Bride_; when the old man--who
introduced himself as Green, the oldest inhabitant of the island and
with whom Captain Brown had already had an acquaintance of some years'
duration--cordially invited Fritz to land, the skipper having explained
that he wished to see the place and hear all about it.  He told the
brothers aside, however, that perhaps they'd better not mention their
intention of settling on Inaccessible Island, for the inhabitants of
Tristan, who sent expeditions every year on sealing excursions there,
might not like to hear this news.

While on their way to the shore with the old man and four of the
islanders--the other Tristaners remaining on board the ship to select
certain articles they required from her stores and arrange for the
barter of fresh meat and potatoes with Captain Brown in exchange--Fritz
observed that, some distance out from the land, there was a sort of
natural breakwater, composed of the long, flat leaves of a giant species
of seaweed which grew up from the bottom, where its roots extended to
the depth of fifteen fathoms.  This, old Green pointed out, prevented
the rollers, when the wind was from the westward, from breaking too
violently on the shore, between which and the floating weed was a belt
of calm water, as undisturbed as the surface of a mountain tarn.

The landing-place was of fine black sand, showing the volcanic character
of the mountain peak above, which Green said was over eight thousand
feet high and had an extinct crater on the top; and, when Fritz and his
brother had jumped out of the boat, they proceeded up to the little
settlement of the islanders, which was called "Edinburgh" out of
compliment to his Royal Highness Prince Alfred, who had visited the
place when cruising in HMS _Galatea_, just four years before their

The village consisted of some dozen cottages or so, roughly built of
square blocks of hewn stone dovetailed into each other, without mortar,
and thatched with tussock-grass.  The houses were scattered about, each
in its own little garden, enclosed by walls of loosely piled stones
about four feet high; but, as it was now the early spring of Tristan,
these had very little growing in them.  One of the enclosures, Fritz
noticed, had a lot of marigolds in flower, another, several dwarf
strawberry plants just budding, while a third was filled with young
onions; but the majority displayed only the same coarse, long tussock-
grass with which the cottages were thatched.

When the brothers came to examine the houses more closely, they were
particularly struck with the neatness with which they were constructed
and the extreme labour that must have been expended on them.

Apart from the difficulty of procuring wood, which they could only get
from stray whaling ships, the islanders are obliged to build their
dwellings of stone, in order to prevent their being demolished by the
fierce and frequent hurricanes that assail the isolated little spot,
exposed as it is to all the rude blustering blasts that career over the
expanse of the Atlantic.  The cottages are, therefore, put together with
a dark-brown, soft sort of stone, which is hewn out in great blocks from
the cliffs above the settlement and afterwards shaped with great
accuracy and care with the axe.  Many of these masses of stone are
upwards of a ton in weight; but, still, they are cut so as to lock into
one another in a double row to form the main wall, which is some
eighteen inches thick, with smaller pieces of stone, selected with equal
care as to their fitting, placed in between.  There is no lime on the
island, so that the blocks are put together on the cyclopean plan,
without cement.  They are also raised into their places in the same
primitive fashion, strong spars being used for inclined planes, up which
these monoliths are pushed by manual labour in a similar way to that
described in the old hieroglyphics of the Nineveh marbles.  With all
these precautions as to strength, however, the sou'-westers blow with
such fierceness into the little bay where the colony is situated, that
many of these massive buildings, Green said, were constantly blown down,
the huge blocks being tumbled about like pieces of cork!

The roofs were thatched with the long grass that Fritz had seen growing
in the gardens and with which he had later on a closer and more painful
acquaintance, the tussock fibres being fastened inside to light poles
that were attached to rafters placed horizontally, while the ridges
outside were covered with bands of green turf, firmly fixed on.

As for the colony, which numbered some eighty souls in all, it consisted
of fifteen families, who possessed from five to six hundred head of
cattle and about an equal supply of sheep, with lots of pigs and
poultry, each family having its own stock in the same way that each
cultivated its own garden; but, there was a common grazing ground, where
also large quantities of potatoes were raised--the trade of the island
being principally with the American whalers, who take supplies of fresh
meat and vegetables, for which they barter manufactured goods, household
stuffs, and "notions."

During their visit, Fritz and Eric were hospitably entertained by the
old man Green at his cottage, which had three large rooms and was the
best in the place; and the roast pig which furnished the main dish of
the banquet was all the more toothsome, by reason of the long time the
brothers had been at sea and so deprived of fresh meat and those good
things of the land, to which they had grown somewhat accustomed during
their stay at the comfortable shanty on Narraganset Bay under Mrs
Brown's auspices.

Indirectly, too, Fritz found out a great deal about Inaccessible Island;
and, the more he heard, the more firmly rooted became his determination
to settle there.  The seals, old Green said, were numerous enough; but,
he added that the islanders were only able to pay a short visit in
December every year, and so lost considerable chances of taking more of

"Aha," thought Fritz, "we'll be there altogether, and so will have
opportunities for taking them all the year round.  Tristaners, my good
people, look out for your sealskins and oil in future; we, crusoes, are
going into the business wholesale!"

When the brothers were rowed back to the ship in the evening--having
spent the entire day on the island in noticing what would be most useful
to themselves subsequently for the new life they were about to adopt--
the other Tristaners who had remained on board choosing goods returned
to the shore, promising to send the value of the articles they had
selected in beef and potatoes on the following morning.  Before turning
in for the night, however, Captain Brown gave Fritz to read a newspaper
extract which he had posted into his logbook.  This detailed the early
history of the little colony, and the gist of it was as follows:--

Although discovered as early as the year 1506 by d'Acunha, the first
comparatively modern navigator who visited the island was the captain of
an American ship--the _Industry_, a whaler sailing from Philadelphia--
who remained at Tristan from August, 1790, to April, 1791, his people
pitching their tents on almost the precise spot now occupied by the
settlement.  At the time of this vessel's visit, it was mentioned that
there was plenty of wood of a small growth excellent for firewood; but
this Fritz noticed was not the case when he inspected the place during
the day, hardly anything but slight brush being apparent beyond the
tussock-grass.  The American captain also stated that the amount of sea
animals of all kinds on the island--whales, seals, and penguins--was
almost inexhaustible, his party having procured over six thousand
sealskins during their stay of seven months, besides killing more whales
than they could find room for the oil from them in their ship!  This,
too, had become altered during the years which had elapsed, the seals
getting scarcer at Tristan now, through the wholesale war carried on
against them by the islanders, who latterly, with the exception of the
visits they paid to Inaccessible Island and Nightingale Islet--according
to old Green's account--had almost abandoned the pursuit for sheer want
of sport.

The next mention of Tristan d'Acunha, as related in the printed
chronicle Fritz read, was in the year after the American captain's
sojourn there, when two British ships of war, the _Lion_ and
_Hindostan_, which were probably East Indiamen, with the English embassy
to China on board, anchored off the north side of the island under the
cliff of the mountain peak; but, a sudden squall coming on, these
vessels had to leave without investigating the place thoroughly,
although their commanders described it as being uninhabited at that

Nine years later, the captain of another ship that called there found
three Americans settled on the island, preparing sealskins and boiling
down oil.  Goats and pigs had been set adrift by some of the earlier
visitors, as well as vegetables planted, and these colonists appeared to
be in a very flourishing condition, declaring themselves perfectly
contented to pass their lives there.  One of the men, indeed, had drawn
up a proclamation, stating that he was the king of the country, a title
which the others acknowledged; and the three, the monarch and his two
subjects, had cleared about fifty acres of land, which they had sown
with various things, including coffee-trees and sugar-canes; but,
whether this plantation turned out unsuccessful, or from some other
notion, the "king" and his colleagues abandoned the settlement--the
place remaining deserted until the year 1817, when, during Napoleon
Buonaparte's captivity at Saint Helena, the island was formally taken
possession of by the English Government, a guard of soldiers being
especially drafted thither for its protection, selected from the Cape of
Good Hope garrison.

This was, undoubtedly, the foundation of the present colony; for,
although the military picket was withdrawn in the following year, a
corporal of artillery with his wife and two brother soldiers, who
expressed a desire to remain on the island, stayed behind.  Since then,
Tristan has always been inhabited--the original little colony of four
souls having formed the nucleus of the present settlement of over
eighty, men joining it at various times from passing whalers, while
women were imported from the Cape when wives were wanted.  From the fact
of these latter being mostly Hottentots, the complexion of the younger
men, Fritz noticed, was somewhat darker than that of Europeans.  This
explained what the skipper meant, on first telling him about the island,
when he said the inhabitants were "mulattoes"; although Fritz thought
them only of a brunette tinge, for they were of much lighter hue than
many Spaniards and Italians whom he had met on the Continent.

Glass, the ex-artilleryman and original founder of the English
settlement, was a Scotchman, born at Kelso.  He seems to have been a man
of great principle and energy, these qualities gaining for him the
complete confidence of the little community over which his authority was
quite of a patriarchal character.  For thirty-seven years he maintained
his position as leader, representing the colony in all its transactions
with passing ships and showing himself just and honest in his dealings.
The islanders had always been English-speaking, and having strong
British sympathies, "Governor Glass," as he was styled, received
permission from one of the naval officers visiting the island to hoist
the red ensign, as a signal to vessels going by.  This slight official
recognition was all the notice that the settlement has received from
England ever since its establishment--that is, beyond the sending out of
a chaplain there by the "Religious Tract Society," who remained for five
years and when leaving spoke of the members of the little settlement as
being so highly moral that they did not require any spiritual
ministration, "there not being a vice in the colony to contend with!"

To this latter statement, Fritz found the skipper had appended an
eccentric footnote:-- "'Cos why, there ain't no rum handier than the
Cape, the little to be got from the whalers visiting the spot--an' they
have little enough from me, you bet!--being speedily guzzled down by the
old birds, an' the young uns never gettin' a taste o' the pizen!"

On Glass's death, he was succeeded in the leadership of the colony by
Green, the next oldest man, who now lived in the house of the late
founder of the settlement and hoisted the English ensign in his turn.
Green was a venerable-looking man, with a long white beard, and seemed,
from what Fritz could gather in his different conversations with the
islanders, to have successfully followed in his predecessor's footsteps.

Since the Duke of Edinburgh's visit in the _Galatea_, many other stray
men-of-war have occasionally called to see how the islanders were
getting on; but the principal trading communication they have has always
been with American whalers, some round dozen of which call at Tristan
yearly for the purposes of barter.

"An' I guess it's a downright shame," said Captain Brown, when
mentioning this latter fact to Fritz, "thet they don't fly the star-
spangled banner instead o' thet there rag of a British ensign!  If it
weren't for us whalers, they'd starve fur want of wood to warm
themselves in winter; an', who'd buy their beef an' mutton an' fixins,
if we didn't call in, hey?"

"That's a conundrum, and I give it up," answered Fritz with a laugh.

"Ah, you're a sly coon," said the skipper, sailing away to his cabin.
"I guess it's 'bout time to bunk in, mister, so I'm off.  Good-night!"

"Good-night!" returned Fritz, shutting up the log book and going his way
likewise to the small state room set apart for the use of himself and
his brother, where he found Eric asleep and snoring away soundly, the
tramping about ashore having completely tired out the lad.



The next morning, when Fritz got on deck, he found the ship diving and
courtesying to her anchor, while an ominous swell came rolling in past
her from the westward towards the beach.  The surf, too, was breaking
against the boulders of the high rocky ramparts that came down sheer
from the cliff on the left-hand side of the bay, which was now to the
right of where Fritz was standing at the stern of the _Pilot's Bride_,
she having swung round during the night and now laying head to sea.

There was no wind to speak of, although there was evidently a change
brewing; still, any one with half an eye could see that the skipper was
quite prepared for any emergency, for the headsails of the vessel,
instead of being furled up, now hung loose, the gaskets being cast-off
and the bunts dropped.  The men, also, were forward, heaving away at the
windlass and getting up the cable, of which a considerable length had
been paid out, the ship riding in over forty fathoms of water.

"Hullo, mister," exclaimed Captain Brown, when he noticed Fritz looking
about him, as if perplexed as to what these signs meant,--"I told you we
might hev to cut an' run any moment!"

"Why?" said Fritz.

"Can't you see, man," retorted the other.  "I thought you'd hev been
half a sailor by this time, judgin' by your smart lad of a brother!
Why, the wind is jest choppin' round to the west'ard, I reckon; an', as
I don't kinder like to let the ship go to pieces on them thaar cliffs to
loo'a'd, I guess we're goin' to make tracks into the offin' an' give the
land a wide berth."

"Are you going to start soon?" asked Fritz.

"Waall, there ain't no 'mediate hurry, mister; but I allers like to be
on the safe side, an' when them islanders bring their second boatload o'
taters an' t'other grub, I reckon we'll be off.  They've brought one lot
already, in return for the dry goods an' bread-stuffs I've let 'em hev;
an' when they bring the second, I guess the barg'in'll be toted up!"

Not long afterwards, Fritz saw the islanders' boat coming off from the
landing-place.  It was pretty well laden, and the swell had increased so
greatly that it sometimes was lost to sight in the trough between the
heavy rollers that undulated towards the shore.  The Tristaners,
however, being accustomed to the water and experienced boatmen, did not
make much of the waves; but, pulling a good steady stroke, were soon
alongside--the bowman catching a rope which was hove from the chains and
holding on, while the various contents of the cargo brought were handed
on board.  This operation had to be performed most dexterously; for, one
moment, the little craft would be almost on a level with the ship's
bulwarks, while the next she would be thirty feet below, as the billowy
surface of the sea sank below her keel.

Eric was beside the skipper, checking the quantities of provisions which
had been accurately calculated beforehand, for the Tristaners showed a
keen eye to business and weighed everything they bartered for the
whaler's goods, when one of the men hailed him.  This was the identical
young fellow of whom he had spoken to Fritz when first expounding his
projected scheme for going sealing to Inaccessible Island, and who, he
mentioned besides, had told him all about the place.  Indeed, he had
actually suggested his going there.  Eric had wondered much at not
having come across this young man on the previous day when they had
visited the settlement, although he looked about for him, so he was
doubly pleased to see him now.

"Hullo!" cried out this Tristaner to the young German.  "So you are back
again, eh?"

"Yes," said Eric.  "Come aboard a moment; I want to speak to you."

"All right," exclaimed the other, who was a fine, stalwart young fellow,
with jet-black hair and a bronzed face that appeared to be more tanned
by the weather than owing its hue to coloured blood; when, in a jiffy,
he had swung himself into the chains by the rope attached to the boat's
bows and was by Eric's side on the deck of the _Pilot's Bride_, his face
all over smiles.

"You're the very chap I was wanting to see," said Eric, shaking hands
with him cordially.  "I was puzzled to know what had become of you
yesterday.  I did not see you anywhere."

"I was away up the mountain, gathering grass," replied the young fellow.
"So, you've returned here, as you said you would, early in the year?"

"You told me such fine accounts of the fishing," retorted Eric with a
laugh, "that, really, I couldn't stop away.  I want to talk to you about
it again now.  This is my brother," he added, introducing Fritz.

"Glad to know him," said the Tristaner, bowing politely--indeed, the
manners of all the islanders struck Fritz as being more polished than
what he had observed in so-called civilised society.  "Is he going to
join you in settling on Inaccessible Island?"

"Yes," replied Eric.  "He and I have determined to start sealing there.
We have come from America on purpose.  Is there anything more you can
tell us about it?"

"Have you got provisions to last you a year at the least?  You must
calculate to hold out so long, for no ship may be able to visit you
earlier and you cannot count on procuring much food on the island."

"Oh, yes; we've got plenty of grub," said Eric, using the sailor's term
for food.

"And the things besides that I told you would be necessary?"

"You may be certain of that," replied Eric.  "The only thing I see that
we'll have any difficulty about will be in rigging up a house.  I'm sure
that Fritz and I will never be able to build a substantial shanty like
one of those you have here in your island."

"No, perhaps not," said the young fellow, smiling.  "You see, when we
are going to run up a house, we all join together and lend a hand, which
makes it easy work for us.  It would be impossible for one or two men--
or many more, indeed.  I'll tell you what I'll do for you, though.  If
the captain of your ship here will promise to bring me back again to
Tristan, I will go over there with you for a couple of days or so, to
see you comfortably fixed up, as you Americans say, at Inaccessible
Island, before you and your brother are left to yourselves."

"Agreed!" exclaimed Eric joyfully.  "I will ask the skipper at once."

To dart across the deck to where Captain Brown was now standing by the
open hatchway, overseeing the provisions being passed down into the
ship's hold, was, for the sailor lad, but the work of a moment!

"Oh, Captain Brown,"--commenced Eric breathlessly, his excitement almost
stopping his speech for a second.

"Waall, what's all the muss about?" said the old skipper, turning round
and scanning the lad's eager face.  "Do you an' your brother want to
back out o' the venture naow?  I saw you talkin' to thet Tristaner you
met here with me in the spring."

"Back out of the project?" repeated Eric very indignantly.  "Give up my
pet plan, when everything is turning more and more in favour of it,
captain?  I should think not, indeed!"

"Then, what's the matter?" asked the skipper.

"I want you to grant me a favour," said Eric, hesitating a bit as the
other looked at him steadfastly, a half-smile, half-grin on his weather-
beaten countenance.

"Thought sunthin' wer up!" ejaculated the skipper.  "Waall, what's this
durned favour o' your'n?" he added in his good-natured way.  "Spit it
out, sonny, an' don't make sich a mealy mouth of it!"

"This Tristaner--young Glass, you recollect him, don't you, captain?"
said Eric, proceeding with his request--"says he'll come with us and
help to build our cabin for us at Inaccessible Island, and settle us--"

"Show you the ropes, in fact, hey?" interrupted the skipper.

"Yes," continued Eric.  "He agrees to stop a day or two with us, till we
feel at home, so to speak, if you will undertake to bring him back again
and land him at Tristan before you go on to the Cape."

"Oh!" exclaimed the skipper, giving expression to a long, low whistle
from between his closed teeth.  "Thet's the ticket, is it?  Waall, I
guess I don't mind doin' it to oblige you an' your brother, though it'll
take me a main heap out o' my way coastin' up haar ag'in!"

"Thank you; oh, thank you, captain," said Eric, quite delighted with
this promise; and he rushed back across the deck to tell the others the
good news.

While the young Tristaner was explaining matters to his comrades in the
boat--from which all the stores had now been removed that had been
brought off from the island and a few extra articles put in, which
Captain Brown had made them a present of, as "boot" to the bargain of
barter--the wind began to spring up in gusts, causing the ship's sails
to flap ominously against the masts.

"Guess you'd better be off," cried the skipper, coming to the side,
where the two brothers and the young Tristaner who was going to
accompany them stood leaning over, having a parting palaver with those
in the boat below.  "The breeze is risin', an' if you don't kinder care
'bout startin', I reckon we must.  Shove off thaar!"

"All right," sang out one of the islanders, casting off the rope which
attached them still to the ship.  "Good-bye, and mind you bring our
countryman back safe."

"You bet," shouted the skipper.  "I'll take care o' him as if he wer my
own kin.  Now, Eric," he added, "you've got to tend your duties to the
last aboard, you know; away aft with you an' see to the mizzen sheets.
All hands make sail!"

The topsails were dropped at the same moment and sheeted home, while the
jib was hoisted; and the ship, paying off, forged slowly up to her

"Now, men," sang out Captain Brown sharply.  "Put your heart into thet
windlass thaar, an' git the cable in!  It's comin' on to blow hard, an'
if you don't look smart we'll never git out of this durned bay in time!"

Clink, clank, went round the unwieldy machine, as the crew heaved with a
will, their movements quickened by the urgency of getting under weigh
without delay, and each man exerting the strength of two.

"Heave away, men!" chorussed the mate, standing over them and lending
his voice to their harmonious chant.  "Heave!  Yo ho, heave!"

A few hearty and long pulls, and then the anchor showed its stock.

"Hook cat!" shouted the mate; whereupon, the fall being stretched along
the deck, all hands laid hold.

"Hurrah, up with her now, altogether!" came the next cry; and then, the
anchor was bowsed up to the cathead to the lively chorus that rang
through the ship, the men walking away with the fall as if it had no
weight attached to it.  The yards were now braced round and the _Pilot's
Bride_ began to beat out of the bay against the head wind, which was now
blowing right on to the shore.

"Guess we aren't a bit too soon," said the skipper, when the vessel,
after her second tack to starboard, just cleared Herald Point.  "If we'd
stopped much longer, we'd been forced to stop altogether, I reckon!"

"Was there any danger?" asked Fritz innocently.

"Yes, mister; there's allers danger to a shep with a gale comin' on an'
a nasty shore under her lee.  There's nothin' like the open sea for
safety!  When you can't come to an anchor in a safe harbour, the best
thing is to up cable an' cut and run, say I!"

Inaccessible Island was only about eighteen miles distant from Tristan;
but, as it lay to the south-west of that island and the wind blew
strongly from almost the same quarter, the _Pilot's Bride_ had to make a
couple of long tacks before she could approach sufficiently near for
Fritz to see the spot where he and his brother had elected to pass so
many weary months of solitary exile.

As the ship beat to windward, passing the island twice on either tack,
he was able to notice what a bare, inhospitable-looking place it was.

Its structure seemed pretty much the same as that of Tristan, with the
exception that the snow-white cone projecting into the clouds, which was
the most noticeable feature in the latter island, was here wanting; but,
a wall of volcanic rocks, about the same height as the cliff of Tristan
d'Acunha, entirely surrounded the desolate spot, falling for the most
part sheer into the sea and only sloping, as far as could be seen from
the distance the ship was off, sufficiently on one side to allow of any
access to the top.  Against this impenetrable, adamantine barrier, on
the west, the heavy rolling sea that had travelled all the way from Cape
Horn was breaking with a loud din, sending columns of spray flying over
almost the highest peaks and making the scene grand but awesome at the
same time.

"Well might it be called Inaccessible Island!" exclaimed Fritz, gazing
intently at the threatening cliffs and cruel surge.

"Yes, sirree, it kinder skearts one to look at it, don't it now, hey?"

"I should think it more dangerous to approach than Tristan?" said Fritz

"I rayther guess so, mister," replied the skipper.  "I rec'lect readin',
when I was a b'y, of the wreck of a big East Indyman here bound fur
Bombay.  She wer called the _Blenden Hall_, an' I ken call to mind,
though it must be nigh fifty year ago, the hull yarn as to how she wer

"Do you?" said Fritz.  "I should like to hear about it."

"Waall, here goes, I reckon.  You see as how there wer several ladies
aboard, an' it wer the plight they wer put in thet made me 'member it
all.  It wer in the month of July thet it happen'd, an' the vessel, as I
said afore, wer bound to Bombay.  The weather bein' thick an' the master
funky about his latitudes, findin' himself by observation near these
islands, he detarmined to look for 'em, in order to get a sight of 'em
an' correct his reck'nin'.  I guess he hed too much of a sight soon;
fur, a thick fog shortly shut out everythin' from gaze, an' lookin' over
the side he found the vessel in the midst of a lot o' floatin' weed.
The helm wer put down, but by reason of light winds and a heavy swell
settin' in to the shore, the same as you just now saw at Tristan, the
shep's head couldn't be got to come round.  Breakers were now heard
ahead, so the jolly-boat wer lowered with a tow-line to heave the bows
round; but it wer of no use, as the wind hed failed entirely an' the
swell was a-drivin' the shep on to the rocks.  An anchor wer then let
go, but the depth of water didn't allow it to take hold, so, they
lowered the cutter to help tow the shep's head round, along with the
jolly-boat, when all of a sudden she struck.  The fog wer so thick by
then, thet those on board couldn't see the boats alongside, much less
the shore.  Howsomedever, they cut away the masts, to ease the vessel
an' stop her grindin' on the rocks.  Soon arter this, the fog lifted
when those on board were frit by seein' right over their heads
apparently, those very terrific-lookin' cliffs you see in front, just
thaar--only thet they wer close into 'em, not more nor half a cable's
length off, an' the heavy seas, sich as you ken now see runnin' up the
face of the rocky wall thaar, wer breaking boldly right over the shep--"

"And," interrupted Fritz, "what happened then?"

"What could you expect?" replied the skipper.  "I guess she wer beaten
into matchwood in five minutes; although, won'erful to say, the hull of
the passengers, ladies an' all, wer got ashore safely, only one man
bein' drowned--an' it sarved him right, as he was one of the crew who
tried to escape when the shep first struck, an' leave all the rest to
perish!  They wer all got to land by a hawser rigged from a peak of
projectin' rock to a bit of the wreck; an' the ladies, I read, mister,
an' all o' them, lived from July to November on penguins an' seal flesh,
which they cooked in part of an iron buoy that they sawed in half fur a
kittle, shelterin' themselves from the cold in tents thet they made out
of the vessel's sails.  I reckon, mister, you'll be kinder better
provided fur an' lodged, hey?"

"Yes, thanks to your kindness," said Fritz; "but the island seems
completely encompassed by this rocky wall.  I don't see where and how
we're going to land and get our things on shore!"

"Don't you?" chuckled the skipper.  "I guess you'll soon see how we'll
fix it."

Presently, Fritz's doubts were solved.

When the _Pilot's Bride_ had worked her way well to windward of the
island, the captain fetched down towards the eastern side, where, on
rounding a point, a narrow bay lay right before the ship, quite
sheltered from the rough swell and wind that reigned paramount on the
other side of the coast, storming and beating against the wall-like
cliffs in blind fury!

Here, it was as calm as a mill pond; so, the ship was brought to an
anchor right in front of a pretty little waterfall that leaped its way
by a series of cascades from the cliff above to a level plateau at the
base, where a narrow belt of low ground extended for about a mile in
front of the bay, its seaweed face being bordered by a broad sandy beach
of black sand.

"Oh, that is pretty!" exclaimed Fritz and Eric, almost together in one
breath.  "It is like the falls of the Staubbach at home in dear

"I don't know nary anythin' 'bout thet," said the skipper laconically,
for the brothers spoke for the moment in their native tongue, carried
away by old associations; "but I guess we'll hev to see 'bout gettin'
your fixins ashore pretty sharp, fur the wind may change agin, an' then
I'd hev to cut an' leave you."

"All right, captain, we're quite at your service," said Fritz; and, a
boat being lowered, the various packages containing the brothers'
personal belongings, as well as the supply of provisions furnished by
the skipper from the ship's stores for their use, were put on board,
after which the two then jumped in accompanied by Captain Brown and the
young Tristaner, the little party being rowed ashore by four seamen whom
the skipper had ordered to assist.

As soon as they landed, the things were carried up the beach; when, the
seamen bearing a hand,--directed by Captain Brown, who seemed quite used
to the sort of work,--all devoted their efforts towards building a rough
sort of house, which would serve the adventurous brothers for a
temporary habitation until they could make themselves more comfortable.

Young Glass selected the best site for the building; and the skipper
having caused a lot of timber to be placed in the boat, a makeshift
cottage was hastily run up, the walls being of blocks of stone without
and of wood inside.  The islander then thatched this neatly with
tussock-grass, which grew all up the face of the cliff, where, as he
showed the brothers, it could be utilised as a sort of ladder to gain
the plateau on top--on which, he also told Fritz and Eric, they would
find droves of wild hogs and a flock of goats that would come in handy
for food when their provisions failed.

The Tristaner had promised to remain with them as long as Captain Brown
would stay with the _Pilot's Bride_, that is, for a week or so, if the
weather was favourable.  However, quite unexpectedly, towards afternoon
on the next day--when the cottage was completed, it is true, but they
had not as yet had time to explore the island in company with young
Glass, in order to be familiarised as to the best spots for sealing,
planting their potatoes and vegetable seeds, and so on--the wind shifted
again round to the south-east; and no sooner was this change apparent
than the skipper had to weigh anchor without a moment's delay, when of
course the Tristaner had to embark, or else submit to share the young
crusoes' exile.

Captain Brown had remained on shore with them all the time from their
landing, and he appeared now very loth to leave them at the last.
Really, as they went down with him to the whale-boat in which they had
come ashore, there were tears in the old man's eyes, which he tried
vainly to hide.

"Pooh!" he exclaimed, stamping his foot vigorously.  "It's all them
dratted 'skeaters or flies, or sunthin's got inter my durned old optics
as I can't see!  Hail the ship, Eric my lad, an' tell 'em to send a boat
to take us off, will you, sonny?"

"But the whale-boat that we landed in is here, captain," said Eric,
thinking the skipper had forgotten all about it.

"Nary you mind thet, my lad," shouted the good-hearted old man; "I'm
goin' to leave thet with you fur a present, b'ys, in case you sh'u'd get
tired an' want ter shift your quarters to Tristan some day.  It's allers
best to be purvided with the means of escape, you know, in case of the
worst, for the _Pilot's Bride_ might get wracked down 'mongst the
islands Kerguelen way, an' no shep might ever call to take you off."

"Oh, captain, how can we thank you!" exclaimed Fritz, overcome with
emotion at the skipper's thoughtfulness.  "Still, you will come and look
us up next year should all be well with you, eh?"

"You bet on thet," replied the worthy old man.  "I guess you'll see me
next fall, if I'm in the land o' the livin'!"

"And you'll call to see if there are any letters for us at the Cape of
Good Hope, won't you?  I told our people at home to write there, on the
chance of their communications being forwarded on."

"I'll bring 'em sure, if there's any," replied the skipper; and, by this
time, a second boat having been sent off from the ship, in which the
seamen who had pulled the first whale-boat ashore now took their places,
along with the Tristan islander, it only remained for the kind old
captain to embark--and then, the brothers would be crusoes indeed!

"Good-bye, an' God bless you, my b'ys," he said, wringing first the hand
of Fritz and then that of Eric, in a grip that almost crushed every
feeling in those respective members.  "Good-bye, my lads; but keep a
stiff upper lip an' you'll do!  Trust in providence, too, an' look arter
the seals, so as to be ready with a good cargo when I come back next

"Good-bye, good old friend," repeated Fritz, wringing his honest hand
again on the old man stepping into the boat, the crew of which raised a
parting cheer as it glided away to the ship, leaving the young crusoes
behind on the beach!

They watched with eager eyes the sails being dropped and the anchor
weighed, the _Pilot's Bride_ soon after spreading her canvas and making
way out of the little bay.

Then, when she got into the offing, the skipper, as a final adieu,
backed the vessel's main-topsail and dipped her colours three times,
firing the bow gun at the same time.

It was a nautical farewell from their whilom comrades: and then the
brothers were left alone!



The westerly wind being, of course, fair for the _Pilot's Bride_ in her
run back to Tristan d'Acunha, she soon disappeared in the distance--the
snow-capped cone of the larger island being presently the only object to
be seen on the horizon, looking in the distance like a faint white cloud
against the sky.  The evening haze shut out everything else from their
gaze: the lower outlines of the land they had so recently left: the
vessel that had conveyed them to their solitary home.

Nothing was to be seen but the rolling tumid sea that stretched around
them everywhere, as far as the eye could reach, heaving and swelling and
with the breeze flecking off the tops of the billows into foam as its
resistless impetus impelled them onwards, away, away!

"Well," exclaimed Eric, after a long pause, during which neither of the
brothers had spoken, both being anxiously watching the _Pilot's Bride_--
until, first, her hull and then her gleaming sails, lit up for awhile by
the rays of the setting sun, had sunk out of sight--"well, here we are
at last!"

"Yes, here we are," said Fritz, "and we've now got to make the best of
our little kingdom with only our own companionship."

"We won't quarrel, at all events, brother," replied Eric, laughing in
his old fashion at the possibility of such a thing.  The lad was quite
overwrought with emotion at parting with the old skipper as well as his
late companions in the ship; and, tears and mirth being closely allied,
he would have felt inclined to laugh at anything then--just because he
couldn't cry!

"I don't suppose we will," said the other--"that is, not intentionally.
But, brother, we will have to guard our tempers with a strong hand; for,
when two persons are thrown together in such close association as we
shall be during the next ensuing months--with no one else to speak to
and no authority to control us, save our own consciences and the
knowledge of the all-seeing Eye above, weighing and considering our
actions--it will require a good deal of mutual forbearance and kindly
feeling on the part of one towards the other to prevent us from falling
out sometimes, if only for a short while.  Even brothers like us, Eric,
who love each other dearly, may possibly fall out under such trying

"Aye, but we mustn't," said Eric.  "Instead of falling out, we'll fall
into each other's arms whenever we agree to differ, as old nurse
Lorischen would have said!" and he gave his brother an enthusiastic hug
as he spoke, putting his words into action with a suddenness that almost
threw Fritz off his feet.

"Hullo!" exclaimed the latter good-humouredly, smiling as he disengaged
himself from Eric's bear-like embrace.  "Gently lad.  Your affectionate
plan, I'm afraid, would sometimes interfere with the progress of our
work; but talking of that, as the vessel has now disappeared, there's no
use in our standing here any longer looking at the sea.  Suppose we
begin to make ourselves at home and arrange our things in the snug
little cottage which our good friends have built for us?"

"Right you are!" responded Eric, starting off towards the cliff, under
the lee of which the Tristaner had directed the hut to be built, so that
it might be sheltered from the strong winds of the winter, which would
soon have blown it down had it been erected in a more exposed situation.

Fritz followed more leisurely to the level plateau by the waterfall,
where stood their cottage.

Here, arresting his footsteps, he remained a moment surveying the little
domain before joining his brother, who had already rushed within the

That boy was all impulse: always eager to be doing something!

The territory of the young crusoes was of limited dimensions.  Extending
about a mile laterally, it was bounded on either side by lofty headlands
that projected into the sea, enclosing the narrow strip of beach that
lay between in their twin arms.  The depth of the valley inwards was
even more confined by a steep cliff, down whose abrupt face slipped and
hopped through a gorge, or gully, a little rivulet.  This stream, on its
progress being arrested by a shelf in front of the rocky escarpment,
tumbled over the obstacle in a sheet of cloud-like spray, being thus
converted into a typical "waterfall" that resembled somewhat that of
Staubbach, as the brothers had noticed when making their first
observations from the ship.  The rivulet, collecting its scattered
fragments below, made its way to the beach in a meandering course,
passing by in its passage the slight hollow in the plateau at the base
of the furthermost crag, close by where the cottage was situated.

The "location," as Captain Brown would have termed the sloping ground
between the cliff and the sea, was certainly not an extensive one; for,
in the event of their wishing to expand their little settlement, in the
fashion of squatters out West, by "borrowing" land from adjacent lots,
the inexorable wall of volcanic rock to the rear of the plateau and on
its right and left flank forbade the carrying out of any such scheme;
still, the place was big enough for their house, besides affording room
for a tidy-sized garden--that is, when the two had time to dig up the
soil and plant the potatoes and other seed which the skipper had
provided them with, so that they might have a supply of vegetables anon.

At first sight, there did not appear to be any means of exit from this
little valley; for, the steep cliffs that hedged in its sides and back
lifted themselves skywards to the height of nearly a thousand feet,
while their fronts were generally so smooth and perpendicular that it
would have been impossible even for a monkey to have climbed them--much
less human beings, albeit one was a sailor and pretty well accustomed to
saltatory feats!  But, on their inspecting the apparently insurmountable
breastwork a little closer, Fritz noticed, as the young Tristaner had
pointed out to them, that, by the side of the gorge through which the
waterfall made its erratic descent to the lower level, the face of the
cliff was more strongly indented; so that, by using the tussock-grass,
which grew there in great abundance, as a sort of scaling ladder, and
taking advantage of the niches in the rock to step upon where this
failed, the summit could be thus easily gained.  The top, however, was
so far away from the beach and the foothold so insecure that the work of
ascending the crag would be a most hazardous proceeding at the best of
times, to the elder brother at all events.

While Fritz was thus cogitating, and diligently studying the features of
the scene around, Eric was waiting for him impatiently at the door of
the rough-looking hut which the sailors had built for them under the
superintendence of Captain Brown and the Tristaner.

The young sailor was too restless to remain quiet very long.

"Do come along, brother!" he called out after a while.  "What a time you
are, to be sure; we'll never be able to unpack our things before it's
dark, unless you look sharp!"

"All right, I'm coming," replied the other; and he was soon by the side
of Eric, who had already begun to overhaul the various articles that had
been brought up from the boat by the sailors and piled up in a corner of
the hut.

"What a lot of things!" exclaimed the lad.  "Why, there are ever so many
more parcels than I thought there were!"

"Yes," said his brother; "it is all that good Captain Brown's doing, I
suppose.  When we were parting, he told me that he had left me a few
`notions,' besides our own traps."

"He has too, brother.  Just look here at this barrel of beef; you didn't
pay him for that, eh?"

"No," said Fritz; "I only bought some pork and ship's biscuits, besides
flour and a few groceries."

"Then he has thought of much that we forgot," remarked Eric with
considerable satisfaction.  "I don't think our groceries included
preserved peaches and tinned oysters, Fritz; yet, here they are!"

"You don't say so--the kind old fellow!" exclaimed Fritz; and then he,
too, set to work examining the stores as eagerly as his brother.

Before leaving Providence, the two had purchased a couple of spades and
shovels, an American axe, a pick, a rake, a wheelbarrow, and a hoe for
agricultural purposes--the skipper having told them that the soil would
be fertile enough in the summer at Inaccessible Island for them to plant
most sorts of kitchen produce, which they would find of great help in
eking out the salted provisions they took from the ship, besides being
better for their health; while, to give emphasis to his advice, he
presented them with a plentiful stock of potatoes to put into the
ground, besides garden seed.

For cooking, the brothers were provided with a large kettle and frying
pan, a couple of saucepans, several knives and forks, some crockery,
and, in addition, a large iron cauldron for melting down seal blubber;
for hunting purposes, to complete the list of their gear, they had two
harpoons, a supply of fishing hooks and a grapnel, two Remington
rifles--besides Fritz's needle-gun which he had used in the first part
of the Franco-German war, before he became an officer and was entitled
to carry a sword--a supply of cartridges, five pounds of loose powder,
lead for making bullets, and a mould.

Among their weapons, also, was an old muzzle-loading fowling piece for
which shot had been taken, Fritz thinking that it might come in handy
for shooting birds--although, as he subsequently found out, all of the
feathered tribe they saw were penguins, and these did not require any
expenditure of powder and shot on their behalf, being easily knocked
down with a stick.

Nor did they forget to bring with them three or four strong sheath
knives, for skinning the seals and any other use for which they were
applicable; and, to add to their stock of cutlery implements, the
skipper had presented Fritz with a serviceable bowie knife, whose broad
double-dagger-like blade was powerful enough to cut down a tree on an
emergency or make mince-meat of an enemy!

Fritz had likewise purchased in Rhode Island a good stock of winter
clothing for himself and Eric, a couple of thick blanket rugs, and two
empty bed-tick covers--to be afterwards filled with the down they should
procure from the sea birds.  He bought, too, a strong lamp, with a
supply of paraffin oil, and several dozen boxes of matches; so that he
and Eric should not have to adopt the tinder and flint business, or be
obliged to rub two pieces of dry stick together, in the primitive
fashion of the Australian aborigines, when they wanted a light.

So much for their equipment.

For their internal use, Fritz had selected from the ship's stores a
barrel of salt pork, two hundred-weight of rice, one hundred pounds of
hard biscuit, two hundred-weight of flour, twenty pounds of tea and
thirty of coffee, and a barrel of sugar; besides which, in the way of
condiments and luxuries, their stores included three pounds of table
salt, some pepper, a gallon of vinegar, a jar of pickles, a bottle of
brandy and some Epsom salts in the view of possible medical
contingencies.  The skipper also advised their taking a barrel of coarse
salt to cure their sealskins with, as well as empty casks to contain
what oil they managed to boil down.

These were their own stores; but, imagine the surprise of Fritz and his
brother, when they found that Captain Brown had added to their stock the
welcome present of a barrel of salt beef and a couple of hams, a good-
sized cheese, and some boxes of sardines, besides the preserved fruits
and pickled oysters which Eric had already discovered.

Nor did the skipper's kindness stop here.  He had packed up with their
things a couple of extra blankets, which they subsequently found of
great comfort in the cold weather, in addition to their rugs; a wide
piece of tarpaulin to cover their hut with; a few short spars and spare
timber; and, lastly, a clock--not to speak of the valuable whale-boat
which he had thought of just as he was going away and had presented to
them all standing, with oars, mast and sails in complete trim.

"I declare," said Fritz, "he has been better than a father to us all
through.  I never heard of such good nature in my life!"

"Nor I," responded Eric, equally full of gratitude.  "Celia, too, before
I left Providence, gave me a nice little housewife, wherewith I shall
mend all our things when they want repairing, besides which, she made ma
a present of quite a little library of books."

"And I've brought all mine as well," said Fritz, unrolling a large
package as he spoke.

"We'll not be hard up for reading, at any rate," remarked Eric, laughing
joyously.  "Food for the mind as well as food for the body, eh?"

"Yes," said Fritz; "plenty of both."

"But, how on earth shall we ever be able to get through all this lot of

"Ah, we won't find it a bit too much," said Fritz.

"What, for only us two, brother?" exclaimed Eric in astonishment.

"You forget it has got to last us more than a year, for certain; while,
should the _Pilot's Bride_ not visit us again next autumn, it will be
all we may have to depend on for twice that length of time."

"Oh, I forgot that."

"If you could see the pile of rations which one regiment alone of men
manages to consume in a week, the same as I have, Eric, you would not
wonder so much at the amount of our supplies."

"But think, brother, a regiment is very different to two fellows like

"Just calculate, laddie," answered the other, "the food so many men
would require for only one day; and then for us two, say, for seven
hundred days--where's the difference?"

"Ah, I see," said Eric, reflecting for a moment.  "Perhaps there won't
be too much, after all, eh?"

"Wait till this time next year, and see what we shall have left then,

"But, remember the goats and pigs on the top of the mountain which the
Tristaner spoke to us about.  We'll have those for food as well, won't

"Wait till we catch them," remarked Fritz dryly; adding shortly
afterwards, "We'd better stop talking now, however, and see about
getting our bed things ready for turning in for the night.  Recollect,
we'll have a busy day of it to-morrow."

"Ah, I shall go up and explore the mountain top, brother, the first
thing in the morning," said Eric impulsively.  "I'm dying to see what
it's like!"

"We have more important things to do, before satisfying our curiosity,"
observed the other.  "Don't you recollect the garden?"

"I declare I forgot it, brother, for the moment, although there's no
need for us to hurry about that."

"The sooner we plant the seed, the sooner it will grow up," said Fritz
gravely.  "Remember, old fellow, it is late in the spring now here; and,
unless the things are put into the ground without further delay, Captain
Brown said we need not hope to have any return from them this year."

"All right, Fritz," replied Eric cheerfully, the name of the skipper
having the talismanic effect of making him curb his own wishes anent the
immediate exploration of the island, which he had planned out for the
next day's programme.  "We'll do the garden first, brother, if you

"I think that will be wisest," said Fritz.  "But now let us arrange our
bunks and have a bit of something to eat from the little basket the
steward put up for us before coming ashore.  After that, we must go to
roost like the penguins outside, for it is nearly dark."

"Aye, aye, sir," responded Eric, touching his cap with mock deference.

"You just do that again!" said Fritz, threatening him in a joking way.

"Or, what?" asked the other, jumping out of his reach in make-believe

"I'll eat your share of this nice supper as well as mine."

"Oh, a truce then," cried Eric, laughing and coming back to his
brother's side; when the two, sitting down in the hut, whose interior
now looked very comfortable with the lamp lit, they proceeded to
demolish the roast fowl and piece of salt pork which Captain Brown had
directed the steward to put into a basket for them, so that they should
be saved the trouble of cooking for themselves the first day of their
sojourn on the island, as well as enjoy a savoury little repast in their
early experience of solitude.

"I say," remarked Eric, with his mouth full.  "This is jolly, ain't it!"

"Yes, pretty well for a first start at our new life," replied Fritz,
eating away with equal gusto.  "I only hope that we'll get on as
favourably later on."

"I hope so, too, brother," responded the other.  "There's no harm in
wishing that, is there?"

"No," said Fritz.  "But, remember, the garden to-morrow."

"I shan't forget again, old fellow, with you to jog my memory!"

"Ah, I'll not omit my part of it, then," retorted Fritz, joining in
Eric's laughter.  Then, the brothers, having finished their meal, turned
out their lamp; and, throwing themselves down on a heap of rugs and
blankets which they had piled together in a corner of the hut, they were
soon asleep, completely tired out with all the fatigues and exertions of
the eventful day.



If the brothers thought that they were going to hold undisputed sway
over the island and be monarchs of all they surveyed, they were speedily
undeceived next morning!

When they landed from the ship on the day before, in company with the
captain and boat's crew, all had noticed the numbers of penguins and
rock petrels proceeding to and from the sea--the point from whence they
started and the goal they invariably arrived at being a tangled mass of
brushwood and tussock-grass on the right of the bay, about a mile or so
distant from the waterfall on the extreme left of the hut.

The birds had kept up an endless chatter, croaking, or rather barking,
just like a number of dogs quarrelling, in all manner of keys, as they
bustled in and out of the "rookery" they had established in the arm of
the cliff; and Fritz and Eric had been much diverted by their movements,
particularly when the feathered colonists came out of the water from
their fishing excursions and proceeded towards their nests.

The penguins, especially, seemed to possess the diving capabilities of
the piscine tribe, for they were able to remain so long under the
surface that they approached the beach without giving any warning that
they were in the neighbourhood.  Looking out to sea, as the little party
of observers watched them, not a penguin was to be seen.  Really, it
would have been supposed that all of them were on shore, particularly as
those there made such a din that it sounded as if myriads were gathered
together in their hidden retreat; but, all at once, the surface of the
water, some hundred yards or so from the beach, would be seen disturbed,
as if from a catspaw of a breeze, although what wind there was blew from
the opposite quarter, and then, a ripple appeared moving in towards the
land, a dark-red beak and sometimes a pair of owlish eyes showing for a
second and then disappearing again.  The ripple came onwards quickly,
and the lookers-on could notice that it was wedge-shaped, in the same
fashion as wild geese wing their way through the air.  A moment later, a
band of perhaps from three to four hundred penguins would scramble out
on to the stones with great rapidity, at once exchanging the vigorous
and graceful movements for which they were so remarkable while in the
water for the most ludicrous and ungainly ones possible now that they
were on terra firma; for, they tumbled about on the shingle and
apparently with difficulty assumed the normal position which is their
habit when on land--that of standing upright on their feet.  These
latter are set too far back for their bodies to hang horizontally; so,
with their fin-like wings hanging down helplessly by their sides, they
look ashore, as Fritz said to Eric, "just the very image of a parcel of
rough recruits" going through their first drill in the "awkward squad!"

When the penguins got fairly out of the water, beyond reach of the
surf--which broke with a monotonous motion on the beach in a sullen sort
of way, as if it was curbed by a higher law for the present, but would
revenge itself bye-and-bye when it had free play--they would stand
together in a cluster, drying and dressing themselves, talking together
the while in their gruff barking voice, as if congratulating each other
on their safe landing; and then, again, all at once, as if by
preconcerted order, they would start scrambling off in a body over the
stony causeway that lay between the beach and their rookery in the
scrub, many falling down by the way and picking themselves up again by
their flappers, their bodies being apparently too weighty for their
legs.  The whole lot thus waddled and rolled along, like a number of old
gentlemen with gouty feet, until they reached one particular road into
the tussock-grass thicket, which their repeated passage had worn smooth;
and, along this they passed in single file in the funniest fashion
imaginable.  The performance altogether more resembled a scene in a
pantomime than anything else!

This was not all, either.

The onlookers had only seen half the play; for, no sooner had this party
of excursionists returned home than another band of equal numbers
appeared coming out of the rookery from a second path, almost parallel
with the first but distinctly separated by a hedge of brushwood--so as
to prevent the birds going to and from the sea from interfering with
each other's movements.

These new--comers, when they got out of the grass on to the beach--which
they reached in a similar sprawling way to that in which the others had
before traversed the intervening space, "jest as if they were all drunk,
every mother's son of 'em!" as the skipper had said--stopped, similarly,
to have a chat, telling each other probably their various plans for
fishing; and then, after three or four minutes of noisy conversation, in
which they barked and growled as if quarrelling vehemently, they would
scuttle down with one consent in a group over the stones into the water.

From this spot, once they had dived in, a long line of ripples,
radiating outwards towards the open sea, like that caused by a pebble
flung into a pond, was the only indication, as far as could be seen,
that the penguins were below the surface, not a head or beak showing.

Such was the ordinary procedure of the penguins, according to what Fritz
and the others noticed on the first day of the brothers' landing on the

A cursory glance was also given to the movements of the curious little
rock hoppers and petrels.  These made burrows in the ground under the
basaltic debris at the foot of the cliffs, just like rabbits, popping in
and out of their subterranean retreats in the same way as people
travelling in the American backwoods have noticed the "prairie dogs" do;
but, both the brothers, as well as the men from the _Pilot's Bride_,
were too busy getting the hut finished while daylight lasted and
carrying up the stores from the beach to the little building afterwards,
to devote much time to anything else.

When, too, the captain and seamen returned on board and the ship sailed,
leaving Fritz and Eric alone, they had quite enough to occupy all their
time with unpacking their things and preparing for the night, without
thinking of the penguins; although they could hear their confused
barking noise in the distance, long after nightfall, above the singing
of the wind overhead through the waterfall gully and the dull roar of
the surf breaking against the western side of the coast.  The brothers,
however, were too tired to keep awake long, soon sinking into a heavy
sleep that was undisturbed till the early morning.

But, when day broke, the penguins would not allow their existence to be
any longer forgotten, the brothers being soon made aware of their

Eric, the sailor lad, accustomed to early calls at sea when on watch
duty, was the first to awake.

"Himmel!" he exclaimed, stretching his arms out and giving a mighty kick
out with his legs so as to thoroughly rouse himself.  He fancied that he
heard the mate's voice calling down the hatchway, while summoning the
crew on deck with the customary cry for all hands.  "What's all the row
about--is the vessel taken aback, a mutiny broken loose, or what?"

"Eh?" said Fritz sleepily, opening his eyes with difficulty and staring
round in a puzzled way, unable at first to make out where he was, the
place seemed so strange.

"Why, whatever is the matter?" repeated Eric, springing up from amongst
the rugs and blankets, which had made them a very comfortable bed.  "I
thought I was on board the _Pilot's Bride_ still, instead of here!
Listen to that noise going on outside, Fritz?  It sounds as if there
were a lot of people fighting--I wonder if there are any other people
here beside ourselves?"

"Nonsense!" said his brother, turning out too, now thoroughly awake.
"There's no chance of a ship coming in during the night; still, there
certainly is a most awful row going on!--What can it be?"

"We'll soon see!" ejaculated Eric, unfastening a rude door, which they
had made with some broken spars, so as to shut up the entrance to the
hut, and rolling away the barrels that had been piled against it, to
withstand any shock of the wind from without.  The brothers did not fear
any other intruder save some blustering south-easter bursting in upon
them unexpectedly.

"Well!" sang out Fritz, as soon as the lad had peered without--"do you
see anybody?"

"No," replied Eric, "not a soul!  I don't notice, either anything moving
about but some penguins down on the beach.  They are waddling about
there in droves."

"Ah, those are the noisy gentlemen you hear," responded the other,
coming to the doorway and looking around.  "Don't you catch the sound
more fully now?"

"I would rather think I did," said Eric.  "I would be deaf otherwise!"

There was no doubt of the noise the birds made being audible enough!

The barking, grunting, yelping cries came in a regular chorus from the
brushwood thicket in the distance, sometimes fainter and then again with
increased force, as if fresh voices joined in the discordant refrain.

The noise of the birds was exactly like that laughing sort of grating
cry which a flock of geese make on being frightened, by some passer-by
on a common, say, when they run screaming away with outstretched wings,
standing on the tips of their webbed feet as if dancing--the appearance
of the penguins rushing in and out of the tussock clump where their
rookery was, bearing out the parallel.

"They are nice shipmates, that's all I can say!" remarked Eric
presently, after gazing at the movements of the birds for some little
time and listening to the deafening din they made.  "They seem to be all
at loggerheads."

"I dare say if we understood their language," said Fritz, "we would know
that each of their different cries has a peculiar signification of its
own.  Perhaps, they are talking together sociably about all sorts of

"Just like a pack of gabbling old women, you mean!" exclaimed Eric.  "I
should like to wring all their necks for waking us up so early!"

"Not a bit too soon," observed Fritz.  "See, the sun is just rising over
the sea there; and, as we turned in early last night, there is all the
better reason for our being up betimes this morning, considering all
there is for us to do before we can settle down regularly to the
business that brought us here.  What a lovely sunrise!"

"Yes, pretty fairish to look at from the land," replied the other,
giving but a half-assent to his brother's exclamation of admiration.
"I've seen finer when I was with Captain Brown last voyage down below
the Cape near Kerguelen.  There, the sun used to light up all the
icebergs.  Himmel, Fritz, it was like fairyland!"

"That might have been so," responded the elder of the two, in his grave
German way when his thoughts ran deep; "but, this is beautiful enough
for me."

And so it might have been, as he said--beautiful enough for any one!

The moon had risen late on the previous night, and when Fritz and Eric
turned out it was still shining brightly, with the stars peeping out
here and there from the blue vault above; while, the wind having died
away, all the shimmering expanse of sea that stretched away to the
eastwards out of the bay shone like silver, appearing to be lazily
wrapped in slumber, and only giving vent to an occasional long hum like
a deeply drawn breath.  But, all in a moment, the scene was changed--as
if by the wave of an enchanter's wand.

First, a rosy tinge appeared, creeping up from below the horizon
imperceptibly and spreading gradually over the whole arc of sky, melting
presently into a bright, glowing madder hue that changed to purple,
which faded again into a greenish neutral tint that blended with the
faint ultramarine blue of the zenith above.  The bright moonlight now
waning, was replaced for an instant or two only--the transition was so
short--by a hazy, misty chiaro-oscuro, which, in another second, was
dissolved by the ready effulgence of the solar rays, that darted here,
there, and everywhere through it, piercing the curtain of mist to the
core as it annihilated it.

Then, the sun rose.

But no, it did not rise in the ordinary sense of the expression; it
literally jumped up at once from the sea, appearing several degrees
above the horizon the same instant almost that Fritz and Eric caught
sight of it and before they could realise its presence, albeit their
eyes were intently fixed all the while on the point where it heralded
its coming by the glowing vapours sent before.

"Ah!" exclaimed Fritz, drawing a deep breath when this transformation of
nature was complete, the light touching up the projecting peaks of the
cliff and making a glittering pathway right into the bay.  "This sight
is enough to inspire any one.  It ought to make us set to our work with
a good heart!"

"Right you are," responded Eric, who was equally impressed with the
magic scene--in spite of his disclaimer about having seen a better
sunrise in antarctic seas.  "As soon as we've had breakfast, for I
confess I feel peckish again--it's on account of going to bed so early,
I suppose!--I'm ready to bear a hand as your assistant and help you with
the garden.  But, who shall be cook?  One of the two of us had better
take that office permanently, I think; eh, Fritz?"

"You can be, if you like," said the other.  "I fancy you have got a
slight leaning that way, from what I recollect of you at home."

"When I used to bother poor old Lorischen's life out of her, by running
into the kitchen, eh?"

"Yes, I remember it well."

"Ah, that was when I was young," said Eric, laughing.  "I wouldn't do it
now, when I am grown up and know better!"

"Grown up, indeed! you're a fine fellow to talk of being of age with
your seventeen years, laddie!"

"Never mind that," retorted Eric; "I mayn't be as old as you are; but,
at all events, I flatter myself I know better how to cook than a sub-
lieutenant of the Hanoverian Tirailleurs!"

So saying, the lad proceeded to make a fire and put the kettle on in
such a dexterous manner that it showed he was to the manner born, so to
speak; Fritz helping to aid the progress of the breakfast by fetching
water from a pool which the cascade had hollowed out for itself at the
point where it finally leapt to level ground and betook itself to the
sea in rivulet fashion.

The brothers only trenched on their stores to the extent of getting out
some coffee and sugar, the remains of their supper being ample to
provide them with their morning meal; and, after partaking of this,
armed with their wheelbarrow and other agricultural implements, besides
a bag of potatoes and some seed for planting, they sallied forth from
the hut in the direction of the penguin colony.

Here, the Tristaner told them, they would find the best spot for a
garden, the soil being not only richer and easier to cultivate but it
was the only place that was free from rock, and not overrun by the
luxuriant tussock-grass which spread over the rest of the land that was
not thicket.

Proceeding to the right-hand side of the cliff under which their hut was
built, they descended the somewhat sloping and broken ground that led in
the direction of the penguin colony, the noise from which grew louder
and louder as they advanced, until it culminated in a regular ear-
deafening chorus.

When they had reached the distance of about a quarter of a mile, they
came to a closely grown thicket, principally composed of a species of
buckthorn tree that grew to the height of some thirty feet although of
very slender trunk, underneath which was a mass of tangled grass and the
same sort of debris from the cliff as that whereon their hut stood.  The
place was overgrown with moss and beautiful ferns, while several
thrushes were to be seen amongst the branches of the trees just like
those at home, although the brothers did not think they sang as sweetly:
they whistled more in the way of the blackbird.  The ground here, too,
was quite honeycombed with the burrows of the little petrels, and into
these their footsteps broke every moment.  It was odd to hear the
muffled chirp and feel the struggling birds beneath their feet as they
stepped over the grass-grown soil.  The ground had not the slightest
appearance of being undermined by the mole-like petrels, its hollowness
being only proved when it gave way to the tread; although, after the
first surprise of the two young fellows at thus disturbing the tenants
of the burrows, they walked as "gingerly" as they could, so as to avoid
hurting the little creatures.  The birds, however, seemed too busy with
their domestic concerns to take any notice of them.

After passing through the strip of wood, which was not of very extensive
dimensions, Fritz and Eric found the ground on the other side level and
pretty free from vegetation.  This open land was just at the angle
between the cliffs, occupying a space of perhaps a couple of acres,
exactly as the Tristaner had told them; so, here they began at once
their operations for laying out their projected garden, which was to be
the first task they had to accomplish before settling down, now that
they had been saved the trouble of building a house to live in.

Eric, impetuous as usual, wanted to dig up and plant the entire lot; but
Fritz was more practical, thinking it the wisest plan not to attempt too
much at once.

"No," said he, "we had better begin with a small portion at first; and
then, when we have planted that, we can easily take in more land.  It
won't be such easy work as you think, laddie!"

Accordingly, they marked out a space of about twenty yards square; and
then, the brothers, taking off their coats, commenced digging at this
with considerable energy for some length of time.  But, Eric soon
discovered that, easy as the thing looked, it was a much tougher job
than he had expected, the ground being very hard from the fact of its
never having had a spade put into it before; besides which, the exercise
was one to which the lad was unaccustomed.

"Really, I must rest," he exclaimed after a bit, his hands being then
blistered, while he was bathed in perspiration from head to foot.  He
did not wish to give in so long as he saw Fritz plodding on laboriously,
especially as he had made light of the matter when they began; but now
he really had to confess to being beaten.  "I declare," he panted out,
half-breathlessly--"my back feels broken, and I couldn't dig another
spadeful to save my life!"

"You went at it too hard at first," said his brother.  "Slow and sure is
the best in the long run, you know!  Why, I haven't tired myself half as
much as you; and, see, I have turned over twice the distance of hard
ground that you have."

"Ah, you are used to it," replied Eric.  "I'm more accustomed to
ploughing the sea than turning up land!  But, I say, Fritz; while you go
on digging--that is if you're not tired--I've just thought of something
else I can do, so as not to be idle."

"What is that--look on at me working, eh?"

"No," said the lad, laughing at the other's somewhat ironical question;
"I mean doing something really--something that will be helping you and
be of service to the garden."

"Well, tell me," replied Fritz, industriously going on using his spade
with the most praiseworthy assiduity, not pausing for a moment even
while he was speaking; for, he was anxious to have the ground finished
as soon as he could.

"I thought that some of the guano from the place where the penguins make
their nests would be fine stuff to manure our garden with before we put
in the seeds, eh?"

"The very thing," said Fritz.  "It's a capital idea of yours; and I am
glad you thought of it, as it never occurred to me.  I recollect now,
that the Tristaner said they used it for the little gardens we saw at
their settlement.  It will make our potatoes and cabbages grow finely."

"All right then; shall I get some?"

"By all means," responded Fritz; "and, while you are collecting it, I
will go on preparing the ground ready for it; I've nearly done half now,
so, by the time you get back with the guano I shall have dug up the
whole plot."

"Here goes then!" cried Eric; and, away he went, trundling the
wheelbarrow along, with a shovel inside it for scraping up the bird
refuse and loading the little vehicle--disappearing soon from his
brother's gaze behind the tussock-grass thicket that skirted the extreme
end of the garden patch, close to the cliff on the right-hand side of
the bay, and exactly opposite to the site of their cottage, this being
the place where, as already mentioned, the penguins had established
their breeding-place, or "rookery."

Prior to Eric's departure, the birds had been noisy enough, keeping up
such a continual croaking and barking that the brothers could hardly
hear each other's voice; but now, no sooner had the lad invaded what
they seemed to look upon as their own particular domain, than the din
proceeding from thence became terrific, causing Fritz to drop his spade
for the first time since handling it and look up from his work,
wondering what was happening in the distance.

He could, however, see nothing of Eric, the tussock-grass growing so
high as to conceal his movements; so, he was just about resuming
digging, fancying that his brother would shortly be back with his
wheelbarrow full of guano manure and that then the uproar would be over,
when, suddenly, he distinguished, above all the growling and barking of
the penguins, the sound of the lad's voice calling to him for aid.

"Help, Fritz, help!" cried Eric, almost in a shriek, as if in great
pain.  "Help, Fritz, help!"



To throw down his spade a second time and rush off in the direction from
whence his brother's cries for assistance proceeded was but the work of
an instant for Fritz; and when he had succeeded in pushing his way
through the tangled tussock-grass, which grew matted as thick as a cane-
brake, he found the lad in a terrible plight.

At first, the strong ammoniacal smell of the guano was so overpowering,
combined with the fearful noise the penguins made--all screaming and
chattering together, as if the denizens of the monkey house at the
Zoological Gardens, which Fritz had once visited when in London, had
been suddenly let loose amongst the parrots in the same establishment--
that his senses were too confused to distinguish anything, especially as
the thicket was enveloped in semi-darkness from the overhanging stems of
the long grass which shut out the sunlight; but, after a brief interval,
Fritz was able to comprehend the situation and see his brother.  Poor
Eric was lying face downwards, half-suffocated amidst the mass of bird
refuse, with the wheelbarrow, which had got turned over in some
mysterious way or other, lying over him and preventing him from rising.
Really, but for Fritz's speedy arrival, the lad might have lost his life
in so strange a fashion, for he was quite speechless and his breath gone
when his brother lifted him up.

Nor was this the worst either.

The penguins had made such a determined onslaught on Eric with their
heavy beaks and flapping wings, and possibly too with their webbed feet
when he was down struggling amongst them, that his clothes were all torn
to rags; while his legs and body were bleeding profusely from the bites
and scratches he had received.  His face alone escaped injury, from the
fact of its being buried in the guano debris.

Fritz took hold of him, after pulling away the wheelbarrow, and lugged
him outside the penguin colony; when the lad, recovering presently, was
able to tell the incidents of the adventure, laughing subsequently at
its ridiculous aspect.  It seemed funny, he explained, that he, a sailor
who had battled with the storms of the ocean and feared nothing, should
be ignominiously beaten back by a flock of birds that were more stupid
than geese!

He had thought it easy enough to get the guano for the garden, he said,
but he had overrated his ability or rather, underrated the obstacles in
his way; for, no sooner had he left the level ground which they had
selected for their little clearing, than he found that the tussock-
grass, which appeared as light and graceful in the distance as waving
corn, grew into a nearly-impenetrable jungle.

The root-clumps, or "tussocks" of the grass--whence its name--were two
or three feet in width, and grew into a mound about a foot high, the
spaces intervening between, which the penguins utilised for their nests,
averaging about eighteen inches apart, as if the grass had been almost
planted in mathematical order.

It would have been hard enough to wheel in the wheelbarrow between the
clumps, Eric remarked, if all else had been plain sailing; but since, as
he pointed out and as Fritz indeed could see for himself, the stems of
the thick grass raised themselves up to the height of seven or eight
feet from the roots, besides interweaving their blades with those of
adjoining clumps, the difficulty of passing through the thicket was
increased tenfold.  He had, he said, to bend himself double in stooping
so as to push along the wheelbarrow into the birds' breeding-place,
which he did, thinking his path would become more open the farther he
got in.

So, not to be daunted, Eric trundled along the little vehicle right into
the heart of the birds' colony, beating down the grass as he advanced
and crushing hundreds of eggs in his progress, as well as wheeling over
those birds that could not, or stupidly would not, get out of his way;
when, as he was beginning to load up the wheelbarrow with a mass of the
finer sort of guano which he had scraped up, the penguins, which had
been all the while grumbling terribly at the intruder who was thus
desolating their domain--waiting to "get up steam," as the lad expressed
it--made a concerted rush upon him all together, just in the same manner
as they appeared always to enter and leave the water.

"In a moment," Eric said, "the wheelbarrow got bowsed over, when I
managed, worse luck, to fall underneath; and then, finding I couldn't
get up again, I hailed you, brother."

"I came at once," interposed Fritz, "the moment I heard you call out."

"Well, I suppose you did, old fellow," said Eric; "but whether you did
or didn't, in another five minutes I believe it would have been all up
with me, for I felt as if I were strangled, lying down there on my face
in that beastly stuff.  It seemed to have a sort of take-away-your-
breath feeling, like smelling-salts; and, besides, the penguins kicked
up such a hideous row all the while that I thought I would go mad.  I
never heard such a racket in my life anywhere before, I declare!"

"But they've bitten you, too, awfully," remarked Fritz sympathisingly.
"Look, your poor legs are all bleeding."

"Oh, hang my legs, brother!" replied the other.  "They'll soon come
right, never fear, when they have had a good wash in salt water.  It was
the noise of the blessed birds that bothered me more than all their
pecking; and, I can say truly of them, as of an old dog, that their bark
is worse than their bite!"

So chuckling, the lad appeared to think no more of it; albeit he had not
escaped scathless, and had been really in imminent peril a moment
before.  "The penguins do bark, don't they, Fritz?" he presently asked
when he had stopped laughing.

"Yes," said his brother, "I don't think we can describe the sounds they
make as anything else than barking.  Talking of dogs, I wish I had my
old Gelert here; he would soon have made a diversion in your favour and
routed the penguins!"

"Would he?" exclaimed Eric in a doubting tone, still rather sore in his
mind at having been forced to beat a retreat before his feathered
assailants.  "I fancy the best dog in the world would have been cowed by
those vicious brutes; for, if he didn't turn tail, he would be pecked to
death in a minute!"

Eric was not far wrong, as a fine setter, belonging to one of the
officers of HMS _Challenger_, when that vessel was engaged in surveying
the islands of the South Atlantic, during her scientific voyage in 1874,
was torn to pieces by the penguins in the same way that Eric was
assailed, before it could be rescued.

"Never mind," said Fritz, "I wish dear old Gelert were here all the

"So do I," chorussed Eric, jumping up on his legs and shaking himself,
to see whether his bones might not have received some damage in the
affray.  "We should have rare fun setting him at the penguins and
interrupting their triumphant marches up and down the beach!"  And he
raised his fist threateningly at his late foes.

"Do you know," observed Fritz, who had been cogitating awhile, "I think
I see the reason for their methodical habit of going to and from the

"Indeed?" said Eric.

"Yes.  Don't you recollect how an equal number seem always to come out
from the rookery and proceed down the beach when the other batches land
from the sea, just as if they took it in rotation to go fishing?"

"Of course.  Why, Captain Brown specially pointed that out to us."

"Well," said Fritz, "the reason for that is, that the males and females
mind the nests in turn, just as you sailors keep watch on board ship.
First, let us say, the gentlemen penguins go off to the sea to have a
swim, and see what they can catch; and then, at the expiration of a
fixed time, these return to the shore and take charge of the nests,
sitting on the eggs while their wives, whom they thus relieve for a
spell, have a spell off, so as to get a mouthful of fresh air--"

"Water, you mean," interposed Eric, jokingly.

"All right, water then, and perhaps a fish or two as well; after which
they come back to attend to their own legitimate department.  Look now
at that group there, just in front of us?"

Eric glanced towards the spot where his brother directed his attention,
and noticed a party of penguins returning from the sea.  These separated
as soon as they approached the line of nests, different individuals
sidling up to the sitting birds and giving their partners a peck with
their beaks, by way of a hint, barking out some word of explanation at
the same time.  In another moment, the home-coming penguin had wedged
itself into the place of the other, which struggling on to its feet then
proceeded outside the thicket, where, being joined by others whose guard
had been thus similarly relieved, the fresh group proceeded together, in
a hurried, scrambling sort of run, to the beach, whence they shortly
plunged into the sea, having, however, their usual gabbling colloquy
first in concert before taking to the water.

"They're a funny lot," said Eric; "still, they're not going to get the
better of me, for I intend to load the wheelbarrow with their guano,
whether they like it or not!"

"I wouldn't disturb them again, if I were you," observed Fritz.  "They
seem to have quieted down, and do not mind our presence now."

"I won't trouble them, for I shall not go inside their rookery," said
Eric.  "I only intend to skirt round the place, and see what I can pick
up outside."

"Very well then, I will go on digging the garden, which I have been
neglecting all this time, if you will get the manure.  I should like to
plant some of our potatoes to-day, before knocking off work, if we can
manage it."

"All right, fire away; I will soon come and join you," said Eric, and
the brothers separated again--Fritz proceeding back to the ground he had
been digging, which now began to look quite tidy; while the sailor lad,
lifting up the handles of the wheelbarrow, trundled it off once more
along the edge of the tussock-grass thicket, stopping every now and
again to shovel up the guano, until he had collected a full load, when
he wheeled his way back to where Fritz was working away still hard at
the potato patch.

A piece of ground twenty yards long by the same in breadth is not easy
to dig over in a day, even to the most industrious toiler, and so Fritz
found it; for, in spite of the interruption his brother had suffered
from on his first start after the manure from the bird colony, the lad
managed to cover the whole of the plot they had marked out with the
fertilising compound, which he wheeled up load after load, long before
he had accomplished half his task, although he dug away earnestly.

Fritz had been a little more sanguine than he usually was.  He thought
he could have finished the job before the middle of the day; but, when
it got late on in the afternoon and the sun gave notice as he sank
behind the western cliff that the evening was drawing nigh, there was
still much to finish; and so, much to the elder brother's chagrin, the
task had to be abandoned for the day in an incomplete state.

"Never mind," he said to Eric--when, putting their spades and other
tools into the wheelbarrow, they trundled it homeward in turn, like as
their friends the penguins practised their domestic duties--"we'll get
it done by to-morrow, if we only stick to it."

"I'm sure I will do my best, brother," responded Eric; "but, really, I
do hate digging.  The man who invented that horrible thing, a spade,
ought to be keel-hauled; that's how I would serve him!"

"Is that anything like what the penguins did to you this morning?" asked
Fritz with a chuckle.

"Pretty much the same," said Eric, grinning at the allusion.  "I declare
I had almost forgotten all about that!  However, I'll now go and get a
change of clothes, and have a bath in the sea before sitting down
comfortably to our evening meal;" and, anxious to carry out this resolve
at once, the lad set off running towards the hut with the wheelbarrow
before him, he having the last turn of the little vehicle.

"There never was so impetuous a fellow as Eric," Fritz said to himself,
seeing the lad start off in this fashion.  "Himmel, he is a regular
young scatter-brain, as old Lorischen used to call him!"

"Pray be quick about your bath," he called out after him.  "I will get
the coffee ready by the time you come back."

"Good!" shouted Eric in return.  "Mind and make it strong too; for, I'm
sure I shall want something to sustain me after all my exertions!"

The day terminated without any further incident; although the wind
having calmed down, the young fellows heard the penguins much more
plainly through the night than previously.  Still, this did not much
affect their rest; for in the morning they turned out fresh and hearty
for another day's experience of gardening.

But, again, they were unable to finish the plot of land properly on this
second day, to Fritz's satisfaction, so as to begin planting their
seeds.  The ground was so hard and there were such numbers of roots and
weeds to remove from the soil, that it took them up to the middle of the
afternoon of the third day ere their little plot could be said to be
clear of all extraneous matter.  Then, however, it was really ready for
the reception of their seedling potatoes and other vegetables, with the
guano well dug in.

"Hurrah!" exclaimed Fritz, as he and Eric began fixing a piece of line
across the fresh mould, so as to be able to make the furrows straight
for the potatoes, which they had ready cut in a basket, only pieces with
an "eye" in them being selected, "now, we'll soon be finished at last!
When we've put in the cabbage seed and onions, I think we'll have a
holiday for the rest of the day."

"Right you are," said Eric, in high glee at the prospect of a little
respite from the arduous toil they had been engaged in almost since they
had landed.  He would have struck work long before, had it not been for
Fritz labouring on so steadily, which made him ashamed to remain idle.
"I tell you what we'll do to celebrate the event, now the garden is
done.  We will have a feast there."

"I don't know where that's to come from," observed Fritz in his sober
way, just then beginning to place carefully the pieces of potato in the
drills prepared for them.  "I don't think there's much chance of our
having any feasting here."

"Oh, indeed," replied Eric; "am I not cook?"

"Well, laddie, I haven't noticed any great display of your skill yet
since we landed," said Fritz dryly.

"Ah, we've been too busy; you just wait till I have time, like this
afternoon.  Then you shall see what you shall see!"

"No doubt," said Fritz, laughing at this sapient declaration.  "However,
I assure you, brother mine and most considerate of cooks, I'll not be
sorry to have a change of diet from the cold salt pork and biscuit on
which we have fared all the time we've been gardening."

"How could I cook anything else, when you wanted me here?" replied Eric
indignantly, handing the last piece of potato to put in the sole
remaining drill.  "I couldn't be up at the hut with my saucepans and
down here helping you at the same time, eh?"

"No," said Fritz, proceeding to give the plot a final rake over; after
which he sowed some cabbage seed and onions in a separate patch, while
Eric put in the peas and scarlet runners which the skipper had given
him.  "We'll consider the past a blank, laddie.  See what you can do
with your saucepans to-day; you've got the whole afternoon before you."

"All right," replied Eric.  "Only, you must promise not to interfere
with me, you know; mind that, old fellow!"

"What, I have the temerity to offer advice to such a grand cuisinier as
the noble ex-midshipman? no, not if I know myself."

"Thanks, Herr Lieutenant," said Eric, with a deferential bow; "I will
summon your lordship when the dinner is ready."

With this parting shot, the lad went off laughing towards the hut.
Fritz proceeded down to the shore; and, in order that he might keep his
promise to Eric of not disturbing him, he determined to devote his time
to watching the penguins, so as to get up an appetite for the
forthcoming banquet--although the hard work he had just gone through
rendered any stimulus to eating hardly necessary.  Indeed, Fritz would
have been well enough satisfied to have sat down and demolished a fair
quantity of the despised cold pork and biscuits long before Eric
summoned him up to the hut, which he did presently, with a hail as loud
as if he were calling "all hands" at sea, in a heavy squall.

"Ahoy, Herr Lieutenant!" shouted out the lad in his funny way.  "Your
gracious majesty is served!"--screeching out the words so distinctly
that, though he was on the opposite side of the valley, the portentous
announcement sounded to Fritz as if it had been bellowed in his ears.

"I'm coming," he answered; and, with no lagging footsteps, he quickly
hastened towards the left cliff, where in front of the hut he could see
Master Eric had made the most elaborate preparations in his power for
the promised feast.  The lad had even gone so far as to spread the piece
of tarpaulin which the skipper had given them, on the ground in lieu of
a tablecloth!

Everything looked charming.

Eric had arranged some plates and a couple of dishes round the tarpaulin
with great artistic effect, and a carving knife and fork before the
place where he motioned Fritz to seat himself.  The lad's own position,
as host, was in front of a large mess tin which was covered with a
cloth.  A most agreeable odour filled the air, albeit the faint smell as
of burnt meat somewhat struck Fritz as Eric proceeded to take off the
covering cloth with a flourish.

"Well, Monsieur Cuisinier, what is the bill of fare?" asked the elder
brother with a gratified smile, the unaccustomed smell of a hot dinner
almost making his mouth water before he knew what he was going to have.

"Roast beef to begin with," announced Master Eric pompously.

"Himmel!" exclaimed Fritz, "roast beef!  How have you managed to provide
that?"  His heart sank within him as he asked the almost unnecessary
question; for, quickly came the answer he feared.

"Oh," said Eric in an off-hand way, "I opened the cask Captain Brown
gave us and roasted a piece over the fire."

"But, that was salt meat!" ejaculated Fritz in consternation.

"Well, what matter?" rejoined Eric; "I suppose it was as good to roast
as any other.  Besides, we didn't have any fresh."

Fritz heaved a sigh of despair.

"Let us try it, anyhow," he said in a melancholy tone, and Eric having,
carved off with extreme difficulty a knob--it could be called nothing
else--of the black mass in the mess tin he had before him, handed the
plate containing it over to Fritz, who, sawing off a fragment,
endeavoured to chew it unsuccessfully and then had finally to eject it
from his mouth.

"Good heavens, Eric!" he exclaimed, "it's as hard as a brickbat, as salt
as brine, and burnt up as thoroughly as a piece of coke.  How could you
even think of trying to roast a bit of salt junk?  Why, your own
experience of the article on board ship should have told you better!"

"Well, I know it is tough when boiled; but I fancied it might be better
roasted for a change.  I'm very sorry, old fellow, but, still, we
haven't come to the end of our resources yet; I have got another dish to
surprise you."

"I hope not in the same way!" said Fritz with a shudder.  "What is the
other string to your bow, eh, Mr Cook?"

"A stew," replied Eric laconically.

"Ho, that sounds better," said his brother, the complacent look which
had stolen over his face on sitting down to the banquet now returning
again in the expectation of having something savoury at last.  "A stew,
eh?  Why, that used to be my favourite dish at home; don't you remember,

"Yes, I remember," responded Eric, not quite so joyously as his brother
evidently expected; "but," he added hesitatingly, "you'll find this a
little different, because, ah, you know, ah, I hadn't got all the proper
things.  Still, it's very nice, very nice indeed!"

The amateur cook brought out the last words with great earnestness, as
if wishing to impress Fritz with the fact that, although the dish might
not be quite what he expected, yet it would be certainly "tasty"--that
is, according to his notions!

It was; for, hardly had Fritz tasted a spoonful of it, than he spat it
out again, making the most terrible faces.

"Why, this is worse than the other!" he cried rather angrily.  "What on
earth have you made it of.  Eric?"

"Well, I put in some pork and the tinned oysters--"

"That mixture would be almost enough to settle one!" said Fritz,
interrupting him.  "Anything else?"

"Oh, yes.  As there were only a few potatoes left from those we used for
planting in the garden I put them in; and, as I had no other vegetables,
I also shook in some preserved peaches, and--"

"There, that will do," shouted Fritz, quite put out at having his
expected dinner treat spoilt in such a fashion,--"salt pork, pickled
oysters, and preserved peaches,--good heavens!  The stew only wanted
some cheese to be added to make it perfect."

"I did put some in," said Eric innocently.

This naive acknowledgment quite restored Fritz's good humour, and he
burst out laughing; his anger and disgust dispelled at once by the
comical confession.

"If ever I let you cook for me again," he observed presently when he was
able to speak again, "I'll--yes, I will eat a stewed penguin, there!"

Eric laughed, too, at this; although he remarked, wisely enough,
"Perhaps you might have to eat worse than that, old fellow!"

"I don't know what could be," said Fritz.

"Nothing!" curtly replied Eric, the truism silencing his brother for the
moment and setting him thinking; but he presently spoke again to the
point at issue.

"Is there nothing left for us to eat?" he asked.  "I'm famishing."

"There's the cheese and some raw ham if you can manage with those," said
Eric sadly, quite disheartened at the failure of all his grand
preparations for giving his brother a treat.

"Capitally," replied Fritz, "fetch them out, and let us make a good
square meal.  We can have some coffee afterwards.  Next time, laddie,"
he added to cheer up Eric, "I dare say you'll do better."

The lad was somewhat relieved at his brother taking the matter so good-
humouredly, and quickly brought out the cheese and ham, which with some
biscuits served them very well in place of the rejected viands; and,
soon, the two were chatting away together again in their old
affectionate way as if no misunderstanding had come between them,
talking of home and old familiar scenes and recollections of Lubeck.

While they were yet sitting in front of the hut, over their coffee, the
setting sun cast the shadow of the cliff right before their feet; and,
at the very edge of the craggy outline, they perceived the shadow of
something else which was in motion.

This somewhat aroused their attention and made them look up towards the
heights above the waterfall.

What was their astonishment, there, to see a large animal, which, in the
strong light behind it from the descending orb, appeared almost of
gigantic proportions.

The beast appeared to be right over their heads; and, as they looked up,
it seemed as if about to jump down on them!



"Ach, Himmel!  What is it?" exclaimed Eric, getting closer to his
brother, who also was at first a bit frightened.

"I sure I don't know," said Fritz, quite perplexed for the moment; but
he was soon reassured, for the animal, which had hitherto presented
itself end on towards them, so that its head and body were humped up
together, now turning sideways, its change of position enabled him
better to judge of its proportions.  "Pshaw!" he cried out, "it's only a
goat, after all!"

"A goat?" repeated Eric, still surprised, not catching at once the
meaning of the word.

"Yes; don't you remember that young Glass said there was a flock of
goats on the tableland above the cliff?"

"Oh, I recollect now," said Eric, his mind quite relieved.  For the
moment, he really believed that some terrible monster inhabited the
desert island besides themselves; and thought that this unknown animal
might possibly sally forth as soon as the sun set and darkness reigned,
in search of its prey, when he and Fritz would fall victims to its
rapacity.  "I did not understand you at first."

"Well, it's all right now, brother, so you need not be afraid.  I cannot
wonder at your alarm, however for I was startled, I must confess.
Fancy, me, a soldier, to show such want of nerve!  Why, I'm as bad as
you were the other morning when the penguins attacked you!"

"Don't say any more about that, please," pleaded Eric, whose fright of
the birds was still a standing joke with Fritz.  "I'm sure when they
rushed at me so fiercely they seemed quite as awful as the sight of that
big brute up there on the cliff, who looked just as if he were going to
leap down on us."

"Very well, we'll let the matter drop, then," said the other, laughing.
"I can't afford to boast of my courage now!  If all goes well, laddie,
we will ascend the cliffs to-morrow and have a peep at my gentleman at
closer quarters."

"All right," replied Eric, using his stock phrase for everything; and
then, as it was getting dark, the brothers turned in for the night--the
sailor lad taking particular care, by the way, to see that the door of
the hut was carefully barricaded, a precaution which had been omitted
since the first evening of their taking possession of the little

The next morning was a bright and cheerful one, with no wind to speak
of, save a pleasant breeze, while the sun was warm and cheerful--its
light dancing on the curly little waves that rippled on the beach,
causing the plumage of the penguins as they made their pilgrimages to
and from the rookery to gleam with iridescent colours.  This was
especially the case when the birds emerged from the water, the light
just then giving them the tints which the dolphin displays when first
caught and before death has deadened its changing hues.

"A splendid day for our exploring trip!" sang out Eric, the early riser,
waking up Fritz by rolling away the barrels from before their frail
doorway and fussing about the hut.  "Rouse up, brother.  The old sun has
been up for an hour or more, and it will be soon time for us to start."

"Eh, what? oh, yes," cried Fritz, rubbing his eyes and yawning; but,
Eric, pulling away his blankets, soon made him bestir himself, when his
brother jumped up with his usual alertness--first running down to the
beach and imitating the penguins in having a dip in the sea, to wash the
cobwebs out of his head, as he laughingly said on his return to their
little domicile, when proceeding to dress.

For a sailor, Eric was, strangely enough, not half so fond of a daily
bath; but, as he said in excuse to his brother, this was perhaps owing
to his having so many impromptu and unexpected douches on board ship.
Most seamen, especially those of foreign nationality, have seemingly a
horror of water for ablutionary purposes, in contradistinction to

However, there was one advantage in this, to Fritz at least; for, while
he was performing his swim and making his subsequent toilet, Eric had
lit a fire and was preparing coffee for their breakfast, to which, when
ready, Fritz was able to sit down comfortably without any trouble or
exertion on his part.

A cup of the steaming fluid apiece warmed the two, invigorating them for
the business of the day; and, as soon as the matutinal meal was
finished, they set about getting their traps ready.

"Of course, we'll take our guns, eh?" asked Eric; although, as far as he
was concerned, he had evidently already come to a decision on the point,
for he had carefully selected one of the Remington rifles from their
armoury for his own especial weapon.

"Yes, I suppose we had better take something to shoot with," replied
Fritz.  "We need not pot our old friend the goat yet, however.  Judging
by his horns and beard, he must be the kaiser of the flock, and so may
be a little tough; still, we may find some daintier morsel to shoot.  I
confess I should be glad of a little fresh meat for a change--a real
roast this time, eh, Eric?"

"Oh, bother that roast salt beef; I suppose I'll never hear the end of
it!" cried the lad pathetically, although he could not refrain from
laughing at Fritz's allusion to the unsuccessful banquet.  "You just get
me something proper to cook, and I bet you'll not be disgusted with the
way in which I dress it!"

"We'll see," replied Fritz, taking up the fowling piece and slinging a
powder flask and shot case round his neck.  "As you're going to carry a
rifle for heavy game, laddie, I'll take this for the benefit of any
likely-looking birds we may come across."

"All right," responded Eric; when the two, packing up some biscuit and
cheese for their refreshment by the way and barricading the door of the
hut from the outside--lest the penguins might chance to pay them a visit
in their absence--set forth towards the base of the waterfall up the
gorge.  Here, the Tristaner had told them, they would be able to climb
up by the aid of the tussock-grass should they wish to reach the summit
of the cliff.

It was a tedious ascent, the top of the ridge being over a thousand feet
above the little valley in which they lived.

As for Fritz, he was quite worn-out when they arrived at the head of the
crags above the waterfall; but Eric found the climbing easier work from
his practice in the rigging aboard the _Pilot's Bride_.  This was just
as well, for he had to pull his brother up nearly all the way.

However, once arrived at the summit, the two had the whole tableland
exposed to their view.  This sight alone well rewarded them for their
trouble, for the plateau stretched like an undulating plain before them,
occupying the entire extent of the island--with the exception of the
three-cornered slice taken out of it by their valley, like a segment cut
from a round cheese.  There was, also, a slight depression on the
western side, where there was a little cave, although this was not
nearly so wide as the bay on the east fronting their valley.

Groups of stunted trees grew in the hollows, in which sprang up in great
luxuriance the inevitable tussock-grass; while, amongst the little
thickets that were sparsely scattered over the plain, were grazing large
numbers of hogs, headed by a monster boar.  This animal had tusks nearly
a foot long; and he almost impaled Eric against a buckthorn tree, under
the shelter of which he had been lying until surprised by the lad, when,
after making a rush at him, he ran grunting away, followed by his
numerous family.

As the brothers proceeded across the tableland, they also saw numbers of
a small bird, about the size of a bantam, called by young Glass the
"island hen."  Its plumage was almost entirely black, and its wings were
so short that they were useless for flight, the bird running in and out
of the long grass and ferns with which the surface of the plateau was
covered in the open, like the partridge does amongst the turnips in
England.  Fritz shot a couple of the little things, and the brothers
plucked and roasted them over an extemporary fire which Eric lit with
the box of matches he invariably "carried in his pocket--as a sort of
badge of his culinary office," Fritz said.  The birds were found to be
very palatable for lunch, along with the biscuit and cheese which the
brothers had brought with them.

The goats were the main object of the excursion; but Fritz could not see
anything of them until they had nearly made the circuit of the plain.

When they had almost given up the animals as a myth, feeling inclined to
believe that the old "billy" they had seen the evening before was the
creature of their imagination, they suddenly came upon the flock.  The
goats were secreted in a thicket of buckthorn trees and tussock-grass,
close to where the tableland sloped to the beach at its western

There were twenty-three in all, and must have been the produce of a pair
which some whaling vessel had turned loose on the island; for, they were
every one marked in the same way as the patriarchal-looking male,--
evidently their progenitor.  He was a stately old fellow, with a fine
pair of curving horns that nearly reached to his tail; in addition to
which, he could boast of a long silky beard that a Turkish pasha might
have envied.

Seeing three kids amongst the number, Fritz told Eric to shoot one; and
the lad, after a third attempt with the repeating rifle he carried,
succeeded in making a successful shot.  There was some excuse for Eric's
not killing his kid at first; for, the old male was extremely wary,
keeping at a very respectful distance from the two sportsmen and making
the flock remain in his rear, while he fronted the intruders--
continually retreating as they advanced, and dexterously shifting his
position, by a flank movement every now and then, so as not to be driven
over the cliffs.

"Master Billy can't be ignorant of men folk or firearms," said Eric,
when he had missed his second shot, "otherwise, he would not remain so
far off!"

"He was probably brought here originally from the Cape," replied Fritz,
telling his brother to aim lower next time, his last bullet having only
missed by too great an elevation.  "So, like all animals that have once
heard a gun go off, he knows what it means!  Most likely, if I had not
fired twice at those little birds, we might have got up quite close to
the flock; but, the old gentleman must have heard the report and that
has made him so cautious about letting us approach.  Look out, Eric;
now's your chance!  Only aim low and steadily, and you will bring down
that kid there to the right!"

Puff, bang!  No sooner said than done.

"Hurrah!" shouted Eric, "I've got him this time, without fail!"

He had; for, although the flock of goats scampered off from the thicket
they were at that moment occupying towards another woody clump on the
opposite side of the plain, darting away with the rapidity of the wind,
they left one of their number behind.

The unfortunate victim was a pretty little kid, about three months old;
and it lay stretched out, bleeding, on the grass.  Its body had been
perforated by the bullet from Eric's rifle.

"That was a capital shot!" exclaimed Fritz, when the two came up to
where the poor little kid lay.  "The ball has passed right through its
heart; so, you must have aimed, as I told you, behind the shoulder."

"I did," said Eric, alike proud of his powers and the compliment; "but,
poor little thing, it seems a pity to have killed it!"

"Ah," remarked Fritz the practical, "still, roast mutton will taste nice
after our living on salt meat for so many days, eh?"

"Yes," replied Eric, with much satisfaction, his sympathy for the
slaughtered kid quickly disappearing at the thought of all that young
Glass had told him as to the flavour of the animal when cooked.  "It is
better than the tenderest pork, they say."

"Very well, we'll try it for dinner to-morrow and see whether we agree
with that verdict.  It will be too late to cook it when we get home this

"Dear me, I really did not think the time was going so fast!  Why, it
must be within a hour of sunset; don't you think so?"

"Not far off," said Fritz; "so, therefore, there's all the greater
reason for our returning down the gully as soon as possible.  If the
darkness came on while we were descending, I should never be able to
scramble down."

"Never fear, brother; I'll look after you," cried Eric.

On their approaching the eastern end of the clift again, the sailor lad
first lowered down the dead kid by a piece of rope he had taken with
him, on to one of the niches in the gorge above the waterfall, and then
prepared for the descent of Fritz and himself.  "Never fear brother," he
repeated.  "Although you may be stronger than I, still my eye is steady
and my hand sure!"

"Good!" said Fritz.  "You had better then go down first, and direct me
where to put my feet.  After we've been up and down once or twice, of
course, I shall not find it so difficult."

"All right," responded Eric, "here goes!"  So saying, he swung himself
over the top of the cliff, when, holding on firmly to the tussock-grass
and half slipping down and half stepping on the projections in the face
of the crag, he reached in a few minutes the first broad ledge over
which the rivulet from above tossed its spray.

"Are you quite safe?" asked Fritz, before adventuring on the descent.

"Certainly," said the other.  "Hold on to the grass stems the same as I
did, and let yourself slide over at the corner--there!  Now, feel with
your foot for a projecting bit of stone just below where you are
standing and about a yard to the right.  Have you got it?"

"Yes," replied Fritz.

"All right, then, let yourself down on it and take a fresh grip of the
tussock-grass, for you will have to bear more to the left this time.
Hold on tight and take a long step down, now, and you'll be beside me;
there you are, you see!"

Eric then proceeded down to the next step, or leap, of the waterfall in
the same way, lowering the kid first, and then descending and directing
his brother's steps; so that, in a much shorter time than they had
ascended, they arrived once more in the valley--although, from the fact
of the tableland being more open and exposed and the cliffs obscuring
the light, the lads found it quite dark when they reached their hut, the
sun having sunk below the western ocean while they were climbing down
the crags.

"Thank goodness, we're here at last!" exclaimed Fritz, when, having got
within their hut, he sank upon the bed in the corner.  "I didn't tell
you before, for fear of alarming you; but, as I came down the cliff, I
sprained my ankle fearfully.  Once, I thought I should never reach the
bottom alive, laddie.  Really, if we had but another step now to go, I'm
certain I would not have been able to limp it."

"Himmel!" ejaculated Eric, "I couldn't see that you walked lame on
account of its being dark; and, you wouldn't tell me, of course, or lean
on my arm so as to let me help you!"

Eric spoke in quite an aggrieved tone, which struck his brother keenly,
although he refrained from answering him; but, while expressing his
sense of hurt feeling at Fritz not asking his aid, the lad was busily
employed in lighting the lamp and examining the injured ankle, which, to
his consternation, he found so badly dislocated that the bone protruded.
The foot, too, was already swollen to more than twice its size!

"It looks awful," he said; "and, just think, if it had given way when we
were descending the crag you might have tumbled down the precipice and
made me brotherless!  Why did you not tell me and ask my help?"

"Because," replied Fritz, with some reason, "my doing so might perhaps
have frightened you, causing you to lose your nerve at a moment when the
safety of both of us depended on your keeping cool and steady."

"That might have been so," said Eric; "but, still, I would have been
able to help you more if I had known!  However, `everything that is, is
for the best,' isn't that so, brother?"

With this consoling reflection, the sailor lad, under Fritz's
directions, set about bandaging the wounded limb with a long
handkerchief dipped in cold water and wrapped round it as tightly as

This surgical operation accomplished, the two then went to bed, pretty
well tired with the day's excursion.

They had had a long chase after the wild goats, in addition to first
exploring the tableland above and the exertion of ascending and
descending the cliff--which latter was quite an arduous enough
enterprise in itself and sufficiently dangerous, as was amply proved by
the fact of Fritz's accident, that might lay him up for some time.

However, the next day, the invalid thought roast kid ample payment for
sprained ankle; and he was not sorry for the enforced rest he was
obliged to take after the rough exercise he had undergone since landing
on the island, having now an opportunity of reading and investigating
the little library of books given by Celia Brown to Eric, which he had
not yet had the chance of overhauling.

Indeed, Master Fritz had a nice easy time of it; for Eric not only
waited on him, but saw to everything that had to be done until he was
able to move about again.

"That old billy-goat was bound to do me an injury!  I thought so when I
first saw him that evening, standing out against the sunset sky over our
heads," said the elder brother to Eric, when he was once more out of
doors and felt again like his old self.  "Aha, though, I've not done
with the old rascal yet!  Some day, I'll pay him out, never fear!"

"Right you are!" was Eric's answer, laughing the while.

The lad was really so overjoyed to see his brother on his legs again,
that he went off into fits of laughter every now and then about nothing
at all.

He could not contain himself!



It was well on in the month of September--the spring of the year in
South Atlantic latitudes--when the brothers commenced their crusoe-like
life on Inaccessible Island; and, by the time that Fritz had recovered
from the effects of his sprained ankle, so far as to be able to hobble
about the place, it was nearly the end of October.  This was the
beginning of the early summer at Inaccessible Island; and, the season
being but a short one, not an hour of it could be wasted if they wished
to carry out to advantage the special purpose that had taken them away
from the haunts of men.

The sealing season would soon begin; and, it behoved them to be ready
for it, so that they should lose no chance of securing as many skins as
they could get.  The amount of oil they might procure from the boiled-
down blubber was also a consideration, but only a secondary one in
comparison with the pelts; for, owing to the market demand for sealskins
and the wholesale extermination of the animal that supplies them that is
now continually going on in arctic and antarctic seas alike, the pursuit
is as valuable as it is more and more precarious each year--the
breeding-grounds now being almost deserted to what they once were, even
in the most out-of-the-way spots, the Esquimaux to the north and
American whalers in the south having depopulated the whilom numerous

The garden was the first point Fritz aimed for, when he found he could
put his foot to the ground; and he proceeded thither slowly, with the
aid of a stick to lean upon and with Eric "frisking round him," as he
said, just like old Gelert would have done!

In the comparatively short space of time since Fritz had last seen the
little plot, a wonderful transformation had been effected--thanks to the
richness of the virgin soil, the productiveness of the climate, and,
lastly, the super-stratum of guano which Eric had suggested being placed
over the clearing.

The sailor lad, too, had not forgotten each morning to water the newly
planted land, which was exposed all day to the sun's heat, with the
exception of a brief period in the afternoon when the shade of the
cliffs extended over it; so, now, the garden presented a smiling
appearance, with the potatoes just sprouting above their ridges, and
cabbages and radishes coming up in clusters, while rows of peas and
scarlet runners were sprouting as thick as hedges--not to speak of the
slender onion stems, like tiny spears, each bearing its own seed back
above ground after it had performed its creative mission below the
surface, leaving a root behind.

"This looks well," said Fritz, delighted at the result of their joint
handiwork.  "Bye-and-bye, we ought to reap a good return for all our
labour.  I'm glad we got the job done when we did; otherwise, we should
not have such a charming prospect before us."

"I'm jolly glad we haven't got to do it now!" replied Eric, with a shrug
of his shoulders and laughing as usual.  "Himmel!  I shall never forget
that digging!"

"Nor the penguins either, I suppose, when you went to get the guano that
day?" said Fritz slyly, with a meaning glance.

"Ah, brother, `no more of that, an thou lovest me!'" quoted Eric.
"Still, the guano, perhaps, has made the things come on so well, eh?"

"No doubt of that," replied Fritz.  "But, we'll have to thin out those
cabbage plants shortly, laddie; that will necessitate our digging up
some more ground, so as to make a place ready for them."

"Oh!" groaned the other in a lachrymose way, making a hideous grimace.

"However, we needn't hurry about it," continued Fritz, smiling at his

"Ah!" exclaimed Eric, much relieved.  He knew that if the thing had to
be done, he should have to accomplish it; for, in spite of all his
disgust for spade work, he certainly would not have allowed Fritz to
attempt gardening so soon with his invalided foot.

"No, there's no hurry," went on Fritz, as if thinking aloud.  "We'll
have to confine our attention to the seals now for the next two months
or so, as that is our special business here.  When we can capture no
more of those gentry, we'll have plenty of time to attend to the garden;
although, probably, we shall get something out of it ere long, if only a
few radishes--at all events we ought to have some new potatoes by
Christmas, that is if they ripen as rapidly as they have jumped out of
the ground!"

"Fancy, new potatoes at Christmas!" cried Eric.  "I wonder what they
would say to that at home in Lubeck?"

"Aye, what!" repeated Fritz; and, in a second, his thoughts were far
away across the rolling Atlantic.  His mental eyes could see--as plainly
as if the scene was there before him, now, in that little valley between
the cliffs of the desert isle where the two brothers were--the house in
the Gulden Strasse, with the dear home faces belonging to it.  Yes,
there they were in a loving vision, the "little mother," Lorischen, and
Madaleine, not forgetting Gelert or Mouser even; while the old-fashioned
town, with its antique gateway and pillared market platz, and quaint Dom
Kirche and clock of the rolling eyes, seemed moving past in a mental
panorama before him!

Eric recalled him presently to himself by a pertinent inquiry.

"We'll have to see to our boat to hunt the seals in, won't we?" he

"Yes, certainly," said Fritz, fixing his mind on present things with an
effort.  "I hope it's all right!"

"You may make sure of that," answered Eric.  "I wasn't going to let any
harm happen to the boat which the good captain so kindly gave us!  No.
I have been down to look at and overhaul it every day--keeping water in
it besides, that the seams should not open with the heat and make it

"Then it is quite seaworthy?"

"Oh, yes, without doubt."

"Well, I tell you what we'll do," said Fritz.  "As the exertion will not
compel me to have any walking to speak of, nor interfere with the
strengthening of my poor foot, I vote that we sail round the headland to
the western beach on the other side of the island.  We can then see
whether there is any appearance yet of the seals coming to take up their
summer residence here."

"Won't that be jolly!" shouted out Eric.  "Why, it is the very thing I
have been longing to do since we went up the cliffs and saw the beach
there from the tableland!  I would not speak to you about it, because I
knew, of course, you could not move, and feared that talking of it might
excite you."

"That was very considerate of you, laddie," replied Fritz; "so, now to
reward you for your thoughtfulness, I vote that we proceed there as soon
as we can get the boat ready and prepare for the excursion.  Apart from
its being in the nature of a little pleasure trip--my convalescent tour,
as it were, for change of air--it is really necessary work for us to
know when we can begin, if we are going to be seal hunters and trade in
skins and oil!"

"Right you are," said Eric, quite convinced by this argument that
nothing could be more wise or sensible than a voyage round the island in
the whale-boat, especially as the plan agreed with his own views of the
matter to an iota; and, in his usually impulsive way, in spite of having
already inspected the little craft that morning, he rushed off down to
the beach, scaring multitudes of penguins on his way, to see whether she
was as sound and seaworthy as he had said, and thoroughly fit for the

Everything was right, fortunately; so, early on the following day, they
shoved off the whale-boat from the beach.  This was a rather fatiguing
operation, although it was greatly facilitated by some rollers which
Eric sawed off a spare topgallant mast that was amongst the old spars
the skipper gave them.  The brothers then started on their trip round
the island, the wind being fair from the south-east--the same point,
indeed, from which it had blown almost entirely during their stay, with
the exception of a short spell from the south-west just after their

The coast, after clearing the headland, was bold and precipitous, the
wall of rock continuing round to the west side; although here it broke
away, with a lower ridge of soft dolomite that had caves worn into its
face from the action of the sea, and one or two creeks that the boat
could run into.  This was evidently the haunt of the seals, for numbers
of fish bones were scattered about on the floor of the caves and on the
fragments of volcanic rock that were scattered on the beach below, piled
and heaped up in pyramid fashion.

Landing at one of the little caves, just under a tussock-grass-grown
gully, like that close to their hut on the eastern side, Eric ascended
with his rifle to the ridge above.  He soon gained the tableland,
returning anon with a well-grown kid which Fritz had told him to shoot,
so that they might take it home with them.  The ascent to the plateau,
the lad said, was much easier from this part of the coast than by the
waterfall; but, of course, as it would necessitate a voyage almost round
the island whenever they attempted it, the other way was more
preferable, although dangerous by contrast.

One or two seals were seen sunning themselves on the rocks; but these
quickly slid off into the sea when the boat approached.  Their breeding-
season had certainly not yet arrived, else they would not only have been
more numerous, but have been too much engaged with their families to
mind ordinary intruders.  When separated from their fellows, as the
brothers now saw them, however, they were naturally extremely timid

Proceeding round the southern extremity of the island, the cliff that
encircled the coast seemed the more precipitous the further they
advanced, frowning down destruction on any ship that might approach it
unawares in the darkness--should the wind blow on shore and the set of
the sea prevent escape from its terrors!

Eric steered the boat out a bit here, so that they might tack further on
inwards and so weather the eastern promontory, which stretched to the
left of the bay outwards into the ocean.  They were thus able to have a
grand view of the whole island, getting back to their little home, not
long before sundown.  Nor did they return empty-handed, either; for, the
kid furnished fresh meat for their dinner, to which their trip besides
added a piquant relish.

What with making things more comfortable in their hut and attending to
the garden, which bloomed out apace each day, the hours did not lag on
their hands by any means during the next week or two.  There was
occupation enough, even in this interval, to pass the time pleasantly
away; but, when the month of November was ushered in, the seals then
coming to the island in shoals, they found plenty to do from morning
till night.

There was work of all kinds to be done:-- first, boating round the coast
after their prey; secondly, hunting the animals into their caves and
killing them, taking care to secure their bodies before they sank into
deep water and were thus irrecoverably lost; thirdly, getting off the
skins and salting them down to prevent their putrefying; and, lastly,
boiling blubber--oh, yes, they had enough work to employ them, and no
time to be idle!

Before this busy period, however, every morning, again at midday, and in
the afternoon, Eric would go up and down the tussock-grass ladder by
which he scaled the precipice on to the tableland above, whence he was
able to reconnoitre the west coast, the favourite resort of the seals,
according to the information of young Glass, the Tristaner who
instructed them in the matter.

The lad did this daily as a matter of duty, "climbing the fore cross-
trees for a look-out," as he termed the scramble up the gorge; and, as
regularly, three times every day, after his morning, midday, and
afternoon observations, he would come back to Fritz with the same
unsatisfactory tale--that no seals were in sight.

One afternoon, however, towards the end of the month, he reported more
cheering news.

"Oh, there are such a lot of seals on the rocks!" he called out from the
top of the cliff, without waiting to come down.  "Why, there must be
hundreds of them there, crawling in and out of the caves on their
flappers, to and from the sea!  Which will be the best way to tackle
them, brother, we can reach them from here, you know?"

Fritz, who was below seated outside the hut, just preparing to mend some
of his clothes that had long needed looking after, in a moment became
equally excited, pitching the dilapidated garments back inside the hut
and putting off the work of repairing to some future day.

"Come down sharp, Eric, and help me to get the boat out," he cried.  "We
must attack them from seaward; for, if we went at them from the cliff,
they would at once take to the water, and so escape us.  Descend at
once, while I am getting the guns and tackle ready!"

"Right you are!" shouted the sailor lad in answer.  "I'll be down with
you in a brace of shakes!"

No sooner had he uttered the words than he was scrambling down by the
tussock-grass through the waterfall gully; while, at the same time,
Fritz below was proceeding hurriedly to collect the various articles
required for the sealing expedition, which had been put away on one side
so as to be handy for just such an emergency:-- the loaded rifles, with
spare cartridges; the two harpoons, to each of which a long coiled-up
line was attached; the strong boat-hook to pull in the carcases of their
victims; and, other little etceteras.

The common seal, which is frequently seen on the north coast of Scotland
amongst the Hebrides and Shetland Islands, and the sea bear of Cape Horn
and the Magellan Straits, are both very similar in their general habits
to the Greenland seal of the Esquimaux; and the animals usually herd
together in flocks or droves of some thirty to a hundred, each male
having a certain number of females under his charge--the males being
some six to eight feet long and the females of less dimensions.

The seals invariably frequent the most desolate rocks and caverns, where
they can have ready access to the sea, which is their proper element;
and, in the north and extreme south, they live on the ice-peaks as a
rule, getting the fish they require for their food by diving off and
catching their prey in the same way that an otter does.

The wildest and stormiest seas appear to delight them most.  In such
they may be seen, sporting amidst the breakers and rough water, in the
highest of spirits apparently, and escaping scatheless where other
creatures would be dashed to pieces on the rocks that form their
temporary homes.  Although they do not assemble on shore in any numbers,
except during the summer months of the latitudes in which they are
found, they are never far-distant from their favourite haunts at any
time, the reason for their not being seen, most probably, being that
they only leave the water at night during the winter, or else because
the stormy weather prevents those who go after them from approaching
their habitats and so noticing them.

By the time Eric descended the cliff, Fritz had the boat ready to shove
off, with their hunting gear inside and all necessary weapons for the
chase; so, the two were soon on their way round the headland, steering
towards the seal-caves on the western side of the island.

"You never saw such a lot, brother," Eric went on to say, when they had
embarked and were working round the coast.  "There were hundreds of
small ones, while some were big monsters that had long noses and seemed
to be double the size of the others!"

"Ah, those were probably sea elephants," said Fritz.  "I should like to
catch one.  The fur, they say, is not so good as that of the common
seal, but they yield an immense lot of oil from their blubber--from
eight to ten barrels, I have been told."

"Really?" observed Eric.  "Why, one or two of those gentlemen would soon
fill up our casks!"

"Yes, and I shouldn't regret it," said Fritz.  "We should then have a
good stock ready against the time Captain Brown returns to visit us with
the _Pilot's Bride_!"

"Aye, I should like that," replied the other; and then, as both rowing
and sailing--for the wind was light--the boat neared the rock caves of
the western coast, the brothers grew too excited to talk any more.

Presently, they hove in sight of their hunting-ground; whereupon, they
at once stopped the way of the boat in order to map out their campaign.

It did not take long for them to do this; and the gist of the plan could
be seen in the arrangements they made for battle.

Fritz and Eric both put their rifles ready on the thwarts of the boat,
and the harpoons were also placed handy in the bows along with the boat-
hook; then, lowering the lugsail which the little craft carried, they
muffled their oars with some rags they had prepared and pulled in
steadily towards the beach.

As they got nearer, the seals could be seen swarming on the rocks, while
the noise they made--something like the bleating of sheep mingled with a
hoarse growling roar, not dissimilar to that of an angry bull in the
distance--could be heard plainly while the brothers were yet more than a
mile off.

Some of the seals were swimming about in the water, but the majority
were basking on the huge slabs of rocks that had been broken off from
the face of the cliff by the onslaught of the waves and which now lay on
the beach at its base, partly in and partly out of the sea.

"Now, Eric, be ready!" called out Fritz in a hoarse whisper.  "Do you
see those two fellows on that boulder nearest us?"

"Yes," whispered Eric in return, almost breathless with excitement.

"Then, you take the right-hand one, and I will make sure of the one to
the left.  Aim low and steadily at the head, for that is the only vital
part a ball will reach.  Remember, if you only wound him, he'll slip
into the water and dive out of our reach!"

"Right you are; I'm ready," was Eric's reply.

"Wait till I give the word, then," said Fritz.

There was a moment of suspense as the boat crept closer to the poor
seals, who were playing away, thoughtless of danger, and then--

"Fire!" exclaimed Fritz.

The two murderous rifles, at the same instant, at once belched forth
their contents; and, a moment after, the dropped heads of the animals
aimed at showed that the respective bullets had accomplished their

"Now, let us push in," cried Fritz, seizing his oar again, when, his
brother following his example, they beached the boat in a few strokes.

Then, each taking up a harpoon, they attacked the cluster of animals,
killing fifteen before the frightened creatures could escape into their
native element, although they came off the rocks with a rush, looking
most formidable as they opened their mouths and showed their fangs,
emitting the while terrific roars; and, as they waddled in a crowd into
the water, they rolled down the brothers with their impetus as if they
had been ninepins.

"I don't mind the bruises," said Fritz, picking himself up again with a
laugh.  "Not when I have such a sound salve for them as the thought of
the oil we'll get out of all the carcases!"

"Nor I," chimed in Eric, rubbing his nose ruefully though all the same.
"Think of fifteen--no, seventeen sealskins, counting in the two we shot
first on the rocks!  They ought to fetch something handsome when we send
them to the States, eh?"

"Yes," said Fritz; "but now, out with your knife, laddie!  Let us set to
work, taking off the pelts while they are still warm."

"Right you are," replied Eric; and the two were soon at work, skinning
the animals and taking off the layer of blubber which lay immediately
beneath the inner lining of the skin--rolling up the greasy and reeking
mass of skin and fat together in bundles and placing them in the boat as
soon as each seal had his toilet thus attended to.

It was very dirty work and neither was sorry when all the blubber and
skins were stowed in the whale-boat; their last care being to roll the
poor bodies of the seals now bereft of those coveted coats which had
caused their destruction, into the sea.  This was done in order that the
remains might not scare away others of the herd from such inhospitable
shores.  The task was soon accomplished, for the rocks shelved down
abruptly into the water; and, when the place was made tidy again, the
brothers set sail for home with their cargo, going back the contrary way
they came, so as to have the advantage of the wind and save the labour
of rowing.

Since their onslaught, not another live seal was to be seen in the
vicinity, the first to make off before the boat was pulled into the
beach after Fritz and Eric had fired being the couple of sea elephants
which they had noticed amongst the mass of animals, clustered together
on the rocks; and these, consequently, they were unable to secure.

However, they consoled themselves on their way back to the bay with the
reflection that they had done a very good day's work.  They were by no
means dissatisfied with the result of their sport--seventeen seals at
one haul were not to be despised!

For some time after reaching the hut they were busily engaged, cleaning
the skins and salting them down for preservation.  They had both been
instructed how to do this on board the whaler; although Eric, having had
previous practical experience with all the details of the operation, now
acted as superintendent.

They had also to boil the blubber in the iron cauldron, which they had
brought from the States for the purpose of "trying out the oil," as
whaling men technically term the procedure; and they found when they had
finished that the result realised some ten barrels full.

This was a splendid start for them and it made them so contented that it
was upwards of a fortnight before they undertook another expedition to
the west beach.

But, apart, from the satisfactory results of their first venture, they
thought it best to let the seals have a little interlude of calm before
attacking them again.  Besides this, Eric's reports from his look-out
station on the tableland were most unfavourable, as, for some days after
their last foray, hardly a seal was to be seen in the neighbourhood of
the scene of the fray.

However, one fine morning in December, Eric reported the arrival of a
fresh batch of the fur-bearing animals on the west rocks; so, making
their boat ready, the brothers soon sailed round thither once more.

They had turned the last projecting point of the headland, before
opening the beach frequented by the seals, and Fritz had brought up the
boat's head to the wind, preparatory to their lowering the sail and
taking to their oars to pull into shore, when Eric, who had been looking
out over the bows, arrested his brother's intention.

"Hullo, Fritz!" he exclaimed, "there's some one there before us.  I can
see a boat, with a lot of men in it, close to the beach!"

"Indeed!" said Fritz, quite as much astonished.  "I wonder who they

He felt almost as indignant as a landlord on finding that a party of
poachers had invaded his choicest preserves and were ruthlessly
appropriating his pet pheasants!

"Himmel!" he repeated, "I wonder who the fellows can be?"

Just then, the discharge of several rifles all together, as if
practising platoon firing, struck on his ear; and, as Fritz sniffed the
smell of the burnt gunpowder floating by him in the air to seaward,
driven off from shore by the wind, the saltpetrous scent did not tend to
restore his equanimity!



"What donkeys we are!" exclaimed Eric presently, a moment or so after
the discharge of the firearms.  "We are real stupids to be astonished at

"How, in what way?" asked Fritz.  "Why, the strange boat must have come
from Tristan d'Acunha.  Don't you recollect, we were told that a party
always came sealing here, as well as at Nightingale Island, during the

"Oh yes; I forgot," said Fritz.  "I wonder, though, you didn't see their
boat pass your look-out station--you, with your fine observant eyes!"

"Ah, they must have come round to leeward of the promontory, close under
the land," replied Eric to this taunt:--"that is how they escaped my
notice.  But, what shall we do now--go on, or return home?"

"It strikes me we had better go home, for we shall have uncommon little
sport to-day, since they have been first in the field!" said Fritz
dryly.  "Still, I suppose we'd better be friendly with them.  Let us go
on to shore first before leaving, and have a chat.  No doubt, they'll be
as much surprised to see us as we were just now at their unexpected
appearance here."

"Well, I don't know about that," observed Eric.  "I should think young
Glass would have told them about our having settled here."

"But, I asked him not to mention it," replied Fritz, "and, as he seemed
a very decent sort of young fellow, I dare say he has obeyed my wish--
especially as he was your friend, you know."

"It's all right then," said Eric; "my Tristaner would be certain to keep
his word if he promised it.  Let us proceed now and astonish them with
our presence, which must therefore, as you say, be quite unexpected."

"Pull away then, brother."

"Right you are!" said Eric in response; and the two, putting their backs
into the oars, the boat was soon speeding to the point where the
islanders were gathered in a group on the shore--far too busy with the
seals they had shot to notice their approach.

"Now," cried Fritz, when they were close to the others, although still
unobserved, "let us give them a call."

"Shout away!" said Eric; when, he and his brother joining their voices,
they gave utterance to a ringing hail that must have frightened all the
fish near.

"Boat ahoy!"

The party on shore, who had their backs turned seawards, jumped round at
this as if they had been shot; but soon, an answering hail assured them
that some one amongst the islanders had recognised them.

"Hillo, whar be you sprung from?" inquired a voice with a strong nasal

It was that of Nat Slater, the "deck hand" of the Rhode Island

Fritz was perfectly astounded to find him now amongst the Tristaners.
How came he there?  What could possibly have become of the _Pilot's
Bride_ and Captain Brown?

These were the anxious thoughts that at once flashed through the mind of
the young German, and his brother shared his anxiety to an equal extent.

Nat Slater however did not keep them long in suspense.

"I guess," he said--as soon as they reached the beach and accosted the
islanders, who received them very coldly they could perceive, as if
looking upon them now as rivals in the same pursuit--"me and the old man
couldn't drive the same team long.  We had a muss together, soon as you
parted company, an' I asked him to put me ashore at Tristan, thinking to
ship in another whaling craft; but, I'm blest if ary a one's called thar
since the _Pilot's Bride_ sailed, so I've ben forced to chum in with
these islanders!"

"Did you get on a spree, or what, to make Captain Brown leave you
behind?" asked Fritz, judging by what the skipper had told him of Mr
Nathaniel Slater's character that the real facts of the case might put
quite another complexion on his plausible statement, that the skipper
had quarrelled with him.

"Waall, I reckon, I did go on a bit of a bender aboard," said the whilom
deck hand in a drawling way.  "I managed to stow away a couple o'
bottles of Bourbon whisky I got to Providence after I left hum, an' I
thought I would have a licker-up arter we parted with you an' your
brother, mister, I felt so kinder lonesome."

"And I suppose you got so drunk that Captain Brown kicked you out of the
ship?" exclaimed the young German indignantly.  "Why, you knew his
particular orders about never allowing any spirituous liquors on board
his vessel when at sea!"

"I guess he wern't boss of everybody," said the American coolly.  "An'
so I told him, too!  But, say, mister, I've a kinder hankering to jine
you and your brother haar; will you let a poor coon chum in?"

"No, I confess I would rather not," was the instant reply that came from
Fritz--a decision which, from his quick look of satisfaction, Eric most
cordially shared in.  "We did not appear to get on together very well
before, and I certainly do not care to associate with any one who does
not keep his word!"

"I guess this here island don't belong to you, mister?" said Nat Slater
sneeringly, on purpose apparently to make Fritz angry; but the young
German remained perfectly cool and collected.

"I never said it did," he answered.  "Of course, you have every right to
settle here if you like; but I and my brother decline having any
association with you."

"Oh, jist as you like, mister," replied the American, now showing
himself in his true colours, having evidently nourished a spite against
the two brothers on account of Captain Brown's friendship for them.
"I'm durned if I kinder kear now to hang out along with you, as I sed at
first; I'd rayther a durned sight stick to these good chaps haar, as hev
more friendly feelins than a pair o' blessed foreign coons that don't
know how to treat a free-born American citizen like a man!  I guess,
though, I'll spile your sealing for you, if I hev any influence with the

"You are welcome to do your worst," said Fritz; and then, as young Glass
was not amongst the Tristaners--who now seemed, either from the deck
hand's threat or on account of some other reason, to look upon them in
rather a hostile manner--he and Eric withdrew from the party.  Retiring
at once to their boat, they returned to their own little settlement in
the eastern bay, with the resolve of not coming out after the seals
again until after the islanders had left the coast, so as not to risk
any further altercation with them.

"It's a great nuisance, though," grumbled Eric, who was especially
annoyed by the fact of their going back to the hut with an empty boat
instead of the full cargo | he expected, similar to their first day's
experience of sealing.  "I should like to pay out that mean Yankee for
his spite.  He's not like a true sailor, for he wasn't worth his salt
aboard the _Pilot's Bride_; and I've heard the skipper say that he only
took him out of good nature and nothing else!"

"Yes, I know he only allowed him to come in order to save him from ruin
at home," Fritz said.  "But, he might just as well have left him at
Providence, for all the good the voyage has done him!"

"Well, he has spoilt our sealing, as he said he would," observed Eric
after a bit, when they were rounding the western promontory of their own
little bay, and their cottage home was just in sight.

"Only to-day, or, at the worst, for but a short time longer," replied
Fritz.  "The islanders will not stay for any period after they've filled
their boat; and, of course, he will return with them to Tristan.  He's
too lazy to stop here and shift for himself, although he would have been
glad to sponge upon us."

"Joy go with him when he leaves!" cried Eric heartily on the keel of
their whale-boat touching the beach, when they then proceeded to draw
her up on the shingle and take all their traps and gear out of her.
They did this in case their American friend might persuade the islanders
to come round to the bay and make a raid on their property, so as to
prevent them from interfering with their sealing--that being the only
grievance which they could possibly have against them.

However, as next morning, the whale-boat lay intact where they had left
her, their suspicions of the Tristaners' bad faith proved to be quite

Still, the brothers were glad to find, from Eric's observations on the
tableland, whence he kept a constant watch on the visitors' movements,
that, after a ten days' stay they left the little island once more to
them alone; although, as they also discovered to their grief a short
time after their departure, the Tristaners took away with them the
greater number of the goats on the plateau, or else killed them for
their sustenance whilst they remained.

This was a sad discovery.  The islanders were quite welcome to the pigs,
thought the brother crusoes; but the flesh of the goats was so delicate
and needful besides, as a change of diet to their ordinary salt
provision, that any diminution of their numbers was a serious loss to

It was not until a week at least after the Tristaners had left, that
Eric reported the presence of seals again on the west beach, where,
probably, the fact of the islanders camping on the spot had quite as
much to do with scaring away the timid creatures from the coast as the
warfare waged upon them.  Fortunately, however, the poor animals had an
affection for the place; for, having now observed, no doubt from some of
their number sent out as scouts, that their enemies had departed, they
once more returned to the rock caverns they had before frequented.

"There are some of those `elephants,' as you call them, amongst them,
too," said Eric when he came down the cliff with the news to Fritz.
"There are a great many more than I saw last time."

"Ah, we must try and catch some of the gentlemen this trip," remarked
Fritz.  "Perhaps it will be the last chance we may have of capturing sea

"Right you are," replied the lad.  "I'll do my best to kill them; but
really, brother, they look awfully formidable fellows!"

"Oh, they're not half so dangerous as they look," said Fritz.  "They're
like your friends the penguins; their bark is worse than their bite!"

"Ha, ha!" laughed Eric good-temperedly; "you will continue to chaff me
about those wretched birds I suppose!  Never mind, though, I've got the
joke about the billy-goat frightening you as a set-off, eh, brother?"

"That's nothing--nothing!" said Fritz in an off-hand way.  "We'd better
see about starting round after the seals, I think."

"Ah, it's all very well your trying to get out of it like that!"
retorted Eric, going off, laughing, to haul the whale-boat down into the
bay; when, as soon as she was afloat and all their preparations made,
they set off again round the headland for the sealing ground.

They noticed, as they approached, that the animals were much more wary
now than at the time of their first visit, many plunging into the water
from off the outlying rocks on the boat nearing the shore; consequently,
they had to use their rifles at once to secure any seals at all, without
trusting to their harpoons.

Fritz fired six shots rapidly from the Remington he carried, Eric, who
was not so handy in the use of the weapon, managing about half the
number; and then, seeing that some of the animals which were only
wounded were endeavouring to wriggle down the beach into the sea, the
two dashed in at them with the harpoons and boat-hook--Master Eric
selecting the latter weapon from his being more accustomed to its use.

They had a great scrimmage amongst the struggling seals, which roared
and bellowed like so many bull calves, looking when they opened their
mouths as if they would swallow up the brothers at one gulp; but, it was
all bravado, for the poor things had not an ounce of fight in them.
They suffered themselves to be knocked on the head without the slightest
resistance, only bleating piteously when they received their death-blow
and dropping down in their tracks at once.

One enormous sea elephant Fritz made for, just as he was on the point of
sliding off into the sea from a little rocky jetty where he had
ensconced himself.

The animal reared itself on its fore flappers and seemed to tower over
the young German; but, on Fritz pluckily piercing it with his harpoon
right through the chest, the warm blood gushed over him in a torrent and
the portentous sea elephant sank down lifeless.

The creature was upwards of eighteen feet long, from the point of his
queer-looking nose or snout, which was elongated like an elephant's
trunk--hence its name of "sea elephant"--to the hind flappers; while it
must have been pretty nearly ten feet in girth.

"Ah, here are eight barrels of oil at least!" shouted Fritz when he had
given the monster his death-blow.  "Fancy all that quantity from one sea

"You don't say you've caught one of those fellows?" cried Eric, who was
kneeling down and trying to detach a little cub seal from its dead
mother.  "I wish I had killed him, instead of my victim here.  I wonder
what this poor little baby thing will do without its parent?"

"You'd better knock it on the head," said Fritz.  "It is safe to pine
away, if left alone to take care of itself, now that its mother is

"I'm sure I can't do that," replied the lad, turning away from the
pitiful sight.  "It would seem to me exactly like committing a murder in
cold blood!"

"You are too tender-hearted for a sealer," said Fritz in his matter-of-
fact way; and then, with one tap from the butt end of his harpoon on its
nose, he settled the fate of the poor little beast.

The result of this day's sport was, some thirteen sealskins, in addition
to that of the sea elephant, which, although much larger of course than
the others, did not appear to be of the same quality of fur.  From the
number of animals they bagged, it was apparent that the bullets from
their rifles must have penetrated more than one seal at a time, passing
through the one aimed at and hitting some of those behind.  This would
be quite feasible if the leaden messenger of death did not come in
contact with the bone, for the bodies of the mammals were very soft and
yielding from the amount of adipose tissue they contained.

These sealskins, with those which they had previously obtained, made up
their quota to thirty.  The oil, likewise, extracted from the blubber
filled up their remaining empty casks, so that they had now no
receptacle wherein to stow any more should they succeed in killing more
seals.  But, the brothers need not have troubled themselves on this
account, for their last onslaught on the breeding-ground had the effect
of the final straw on the camel's back, not one of the cat-faced
animals--as Eric called them, from their fancied resemblance to old
Mouser--being to be seen in the neighbourhood of the coast for months
afterwards, albeit the young crusoes were constantly on the watch for

Boiling down the blubber was, certainly, a tedious operation.

The brothers had made a rocky bed for their cauldron, near the hut, with
an ingeniously constructed fireplace beneath it which had a cross-cut
trench for creating a draught, in the way Fritz noticed that the
soldiers made their camp fires during the war--the whole affair when
finished looking like one of those "coppers" placed in back kitchens for
washing days.  Over this laboratory, the two were busy enough for some
days, making themselves so black with smoke and begrimed with oil that
they resembled a couple of chimney sweepers, or engine fitters for the

Eric, who superintended the details by reason of the superior knowledge
which his whaling experience gave him, first cut up the blubber into
long thin strips, which Fritz again subdivided into smaller portions
with the aid of his sheath knife.  These strips of blubber were then
heaped into the pot, under which a roaring fire was kept up, the
operation being continued until the cauldron was full; when, as it came
to the boil, the refuse matter and pieces of flesh adhering to the fat
were skimmed off from the top, and the melted oil allowed to cool
gradually, after which it was emptied into the casks kept ready by the
side of the hut.

The brothers were very glad when the job was ended, for the blubber
smelt terribly fishy and almost suffocated them with its fumes as the
pot came to the boiling point; but, they persevered with their task
until their casks were all full and headed up, when they proceeded to
dress their sealskins roughly and salt them down in a large puncheon
which they had reserved especially for their storage.

Next, they had a grand clean up, putting the hut and place in order, the
blubber boiling having covered everything with a deposit of oily soot;
and, the morning after they had made things comfortable again, they
proceeded down to the garden to see how matters were progressing there,
not having visited the spot since the day they had started on their last
sealing excursion.

"I say, brother," observed Eric, as they directed their steps towards
the little wood beyond the waterfall, where they could hear the thrushes
chirping and whistling as they came near; for, the penguins were not so
noisy now, having hatched their eggs and abandoned the nests they used
to make such a fuss over.  "I say, brother, how are the days going--it
must be nearly the end of December now, eh?"

Fritz thought for a moment.

He was the methodical member of the family and had always been looked up
to as having the best memory for dates at home.

"Himmel!" he exclaimed.  "What day do you think it is?"

"I'm sure I can't imagine," replied Eric.  "All the days go alike here;
why, it seems more than a year already since good Captain Brown left us,
although I know it's only a few months."

"Only, think, Eric, it is--"

"No, never!" said the lad, interrupting his brother and guessing that
the answer he was going to give would confirm his own conjecture.  "It
cannot be, really, eh?"

While saying this, Eric stopped abruptly as they were entering the
little grove of buckthorn trees, where the thrushes and finches were
hopping about amongst their branches as merry as grigs in the sunshine;
for, the weather was as warm as our June, although it was then
December--the seasons in southern latitudes being the reverse of what we
are accustomed to in Europe.

"Yes, you've guessed right, laddie," replied Fritz, looking into his
face with a smile.  "It is, without doubt, Christmas Day!"

"What, to-day?" said Eric, incredulous in spite of himself.

"Yes, to-day," repeated his brother.

"Well, that is wonderful!" exclaimed Eric; adding a moment afterwards,
however, in a tone of the greatest dismay, "only think, though, we
haven't prepared a Christmas tree, or anything!"

"Never mind," said Fritz consolingly.  "Those sort of arrangements for
the festival would be a little out of place here."

"Would they?" cried Eric.  "Ah, we'll see about that!"



After his last remark, Eric, silent for a little while, as if buried in
deep thought, followed behind his brother to the garden patch, which was
found in the most flourishing state.

The potatoes were all in full flower and the haulms of sturdy growth
promised well for the crop of tubers beneath, some indeed being already
half withered, as if fit for digging; while pods were thick on the two
rows of peas planted, and the scarlet runners were a mass of bloom and

At such a glorious sight, Eric could remain silent no longer.

"This is capital," he exclaimed in high delight; "why, we've got a
regular harvest, brother!"

"Yes, the great Mother Earth has rewarded our exertions," said Fritz
thoughtfully.  "It is wonderful how she yields to those who cultivate
her properly!  I can see that we'll have bushels of potatoes--enough to
last us through the winter."

"Aye, and peas and beans, too," chorussed Eric.  "Look, here, at this
lot, Fritz!  I believe we can have a dish of them to-day."

"What, to keep up the festival with?" said his brother, smiling.  "I see
you are still thinking of that; but, methinks, green peas at Christmas
will be rather an anachronism!"

"Hang the what-do-you-call-it--oh, anachronism!" cried the lad
impulsively.  "When we're at Rome we must do as Rome does."

"I don't remember, though, that the citizens of `The city on the seven
hills' ate peas in December, as far as my reading of the classics go,"
remarked Fritz ironically.

He liked to "pick up" his brother sometimes in fun.

"Ah, that was because they were pagans, and didn't keep up our Christmas
ceremonies!" cried Eric triumphantly.  "Still, Romans or no Romans, I
declare we'll have a rare banquet to-day, brother, eh!"

"No roast beef, I hope!"

"Oh no, bother it--something better than that!  You just let me alone
and you'll see bye-and-bye!"

"All right, laddie, I don't mind leaving the cooking in your hands,
now," said Fritz kindly, wishing to blot out the recollection of his
last remark.  "You have had experience since your first memorable
attempt, which I must say was perhaps excusable under the

"You are a brick, old fellow," responded Eric, much pleased at this
speech.  "Only trust matters to my hands and, I promise you I'll not let
you have any opportunity to find fault with me a second time!"

"Very good; that's agreed," said Fritz; and, after thus settling
matters, the two then went about the garden, gathering its produce--the
elder digging up some new potatoes for trial, while Eric picked all the
early peas that seemed fit, quite filling a good-sized basket which he
had brought with him; although Fritz, who had not been so thoughtful,
had to put his potatoes in a handkerchief.

On their way home, the brothers passed through the deserted penguin
rookery, with never a bark or a grumble from the whilom excited birds as
they tramped the well-worn paths which they had made from the thicket to
the beach.

The inhabitants of the feathered colony were now educating their little
ones in the art of fishing; and, the scene in front of the bay was quite
enlivening as the birds swam about gracefully in curves, losing in the
sea that ungainliness and ugly, awkward appearance which seemed
inseparable from them on land, and prosecuting their task, without any
of the noise that had distinguished them while breeding.

Birds were darting about--here, there, and everywhere in the water;
some, swimming after each other as if in a race, like a shoal of fish;
others, again, chasing one another on the surface, on which they seemed
to run, using the ends of their wings, or flappers, to propel them like
oars, for they dipped in the tips of their pinions and scattered the
spray in their progress.  To add to the charm, the calm expanse of sea
reflected the pure ultramarine blue of the sky above, being illumined at
the same time by the bright sunlight, which brought out in strong relief
the twin headlands embracing the little bay with their outstretching

Nothing, indeed, could be more unlike the crusoes' old associations of
Christmas and Christmas-tide than this prospect presented, nothing less
suggestive of: home; and yet, standing there, on the shore of their
lonely sea-girt and cliff-embattled island home, gazing across the ocean
that spanned the horizon, the thoughts of both strayed away to their
little native town on the Baltic--where, probably, the housetops were
then covered with snow and the waters bound in chains of ice; but where,
also, troops of children were singing Christmas hymns and Christmas
bells were ringing, while prayers were no doubt being offered up for
them, so distant and yet so near in spirit!

Eric, however, was not long pensive.  The day was too bright and fine
for him to be sorrowful or reflective for any length of time; so, after
staying by the side of Fritz for a short while on the shore, sharing his
thoughts about the dear ones far away--although neither uttered a word
on the subject the one to the other--his impulsive nature quickly
asserted itself, as usual.

"I'm off, old fellow," said the young sailor, slinging the basket of
freshly picked peas on his arm and leaving the bundle of potatoes for
Fritz to carry.  "It is getting near the noonday hour, and time for me
to be thinking of preparing dinner!"

"All right, laddie, go on and I will follow you soon," replied the
other, but, still, without making any move from his seat on the shingle.

"Mind, and don't forget the potatoes," cried Eric, who was already half-
way towards their hut.  "I shall want them soon!"

"All right," replied the other, but the mention of the potatoes, which
had been an anxious consideration with Fritz all along, seemed to have
the effect of banishing his sad reflections; for, in another minute, he,
with his bundle on arm, followed Eric up the incline that led to the

Considering all things, the two had a capital Christmas dinner.  Indeed,
Eric, the cook, so greatly distinguished himself on this occasion that
he blotted out all recollection of his previous mishaps when undertaking
a similar role.

What say you to a splendid ham, one of those given them by Captain
Brown; green peas, fresh and tender and dressed to perfection; and, new

Many a person might have a worse meal on a warm summer day, like it was
this anniversary of the festival on Inaccessible Island!

Nor was this all; for, after the more substantial portion of the feast,
Eric introduced a wonderfully savoury compound in the confectionery
line, which he had manufactured with some care.  This consisted of flour
and sugar made into a thick paste, with some of those very preserved
peaches which had figured so prominently in the despised stew that had
been Eric's first essay in cooking, placed within the envelope, the
compound being then boiled in a saucepan until thoroughly done.

During the early months of the new year, the brothers had little to do
save attending to their garden, digging up the remaining potatoes when
ripe, and then storing them in a corner of their hut.  They also cleared
some more land and planted out the little seedling cabbages in long
rows, so that in time they had a fine show of this vegetable, which was
especially valuable as an antiscorbutic to the continuous use of salt
meat,--now their main nutriment with the exception of a few birds which
Fritz brought down occasionally with his fowling piece.

Once or twice they went round the promontory in their boat, in pursuit
of stray single seals; but, the animals were so shy that only a long
shot could be had at them.  This made it a risky and almost needless
task to waste gunpowder in their pursuit; for, in the event of the
animals being merely wounded and not killed right out at once, they
invariably slipped off the rocks, disappearing in deep water before the
brothers had time to row up to them and haul them into the boat.

Under these circumstances, therefore, although they expended a
considerable number of bullets, they had only two more sealskins to show
in return to add to their great hauls at the commencement of the season;
so, after a third unsuccessful expedition early in the new year, they
made up their minds to leave the animals alone until the following
summer.  Then, they determined to begin their campaign before the
Tristaners should forestall them, hoping to secure a large number by a
newly-organised system of capture--Eric assailing them from the shore by
way of the descent from the tableland on the western coast, while Fritz
attacked them by sea in the boat.

"Talking of expeditions," said Eric, while the two were thus planning
together their future seal campaign--"we haven't been up on the cliffs
for a long time now; suppose we ascend the plateau and see how the pigs
and goats are getting on, eh?"

"That's a very good idea," replied his brother.  "The garden is in good
order now, needing nothing further to be done to it for some time;
while, as for reading, I'm sure I have devoured every book in our little
library, including Shakespeare, which I know by heart--so, there's
nothing to occupy my mind with."

"I'm in the same position precisely," said Eric.  "You therefore agree
to our hunting expedition, eh?"

"Yes; the more especially as I wish to try and pot that old billy-goat.
He is such an artful old fellow that he always keeps just out of range
of my weapon, as if he knows the distance it carries.  He will thus
offer good sport.  That other kid too, that we saw, must be grown up by

"He shall be my prey," cried Eric, proceeding immediately to polish his
rifle, so as to be ready for the excursion.

A day or two afterwards, the two ascended the cliff by the now familiar
tussock-grass ladder; but, although Eric could almost have gone up
blindfold this time, the ascent was quite as difficult as it had been at
first to Fritz, who had never climbed it once since the day he sprained
his ankle in coming down, having left the look-out department entirely
to the sailor lad, on account, as he said, of its "being more in his

As he had not, therefore, seen it for so long, Fritz noticed a
considerable change on going up.

The grass had grown very much taller, while the trees appeared more
bushy; but, besides these alterations, the inhabitants of the plateau
had become changed and more varied.

The droves of wild hogs had increased considerably; while the goats,
headed by the old billy, who looked as lively and venerable as ever, had
diminished--of course, through the ravages of the Tristaners, as
mentioned before.

Still, not even the loss of these latter animals specially attracted his
attention; what he particularly observed was, that the prairie tableland
had a fresh class of visitors, which must have arrived with the new
year, for they had not been there when he had previously ascended the

Eric was too much taken up with looking for seals to notice them, for he
certainly never mentioned them on his return below to the hut; and, so,
Fritz was doubly surprised now at seeing them.

These newcomers were the wandering albatross--the "Diomedia exulans," as
naturalists term it--which sailors believe to float constantly in the
upper air, never alighting on land or sea, but living perpetually on the

Eric was firmly convinced of this from what he had been told when on
board the _Pilot's Bride_; but Fritz, of course, expressed doubts of the
bird having any such fabulous existence when it was pointed out to him
while illustrating "flight without motion," as its graceful movement
through the air might be described.  Now, he had ocular demonstration of
the fact that the albatross not only rests its weary feet on solid earth
sometimes, but that it also builds a nest, and, marvellous to relate,
actually lays eggs!

No sooner had Fritz set foot on the plateau, after a weary climb up the
toilsome staircase which the tussock-grass and irregularities of the
cliff afforded, than he startled one of these birds.  It was straddling
on the ground in a funny fashion over a little heap of rubbish, as the
pile appeared to him.  The albatross was quite in the open part of the
tableland, and the reason why it selected such a spot for its resting-
place, instead of amid the brushwood and tussock-grass thickets that
spread over the plateau, was apparent at once when the bird was
disturbed; for, it had to take a short run along the bare ground before
it could get its pinions thoroughly inflated and rise in the air.  Had
it been amidst the trees or long grass, Fritz would have been able to
approach it and knock it over before it could have sought safety in
flight, on account of its long wings requiring a wide space for their

On proceeding to the little heap of rubbish, as Fritz thought it, from
which the albatross had risen, he found it to be a nest.  This was
built, like that of an ostrich, about a foot high from the surface of
the ground, on the exterior side, and three feet or so in diameter;
while the interior was constructed of grass and pieces of stick woven
together with clay.  There was one large egg in the centre of this nest,
a little bigger than that of a swan and quite white, with the exception
of a band of small bright red spots which encircled the larger end.

In addition to the albatross, several nests of which were scattered
about the open ground on the plateau to the number of a hundred or more,
there were lots of mollymawks and terns, or "sea swallows."  These
latter were beautifully plumaged, Fritz thought, the wings and body
being delicately harmonised in white and pale grey, while tiny black
heads and red beaks and feet, further improved their dainty appearance.

After noticing these new arrivals carefully, although he would not fire
at any of them, thinking it needless destruction to kill any creatures
but such as were required for food or other purposes, such as the seals,
Fritz made after the goats.  These, he soon discovered, had removed
themselves, under the leadership of "Kaiser Billy"--as his brother had
christened the big old male which had frightened them both by his shadow
on the cliff--to the further side of the tableland, placing the width of
the plateau between the brothers and themselves.

"Artful old brute!" said Fritz on noticing this.

"Ah, he doesn't intend you to come near him to-day," observed Eric.
"He's too wise to put himself within reach of your rifle."

"Is he?" replied the other, beginning to get vexed, as the goat
dexterously managed to preserve the same distance between them by
shifting round in a sidling fashion as he and Eric advanced.  "I tell
you what, laddie, you go round one way, and I shall take the reverse
direction.  By that means we will circumvent the cunning old gentleman."

These tactics were adopted; but, by some keen intuitive instinct which
warned him which of the brothers was most to be feared, "Kaiser Billy,"
while allowing Eric many a time to get within range, still carefully
kept out of Fritz's reach!

It was most provoking.

"Hang the old fellow!" cried the elder between his clenched teeth.
"I'll have him yet;" and, thinking to deceive the animal's wariness by
pretending to give up the chase, he sat down in one of the nests of the
albatross, whence he could command a good view around of the several
thickets of grass and brushwood, asking Eric to continue driving the
goats towards him while he lay here concealed.

This Eric did, after first shooting the plumpest-looking of the females,
which had the effect of scaring the rest and making them run in the
direction where Fritz was lying in ambush.

The goats, however, went faster than either of the brothers expected; so
Fritz, seeing them coming out of a clump of brushwood in the distance
just after Eric had brought down his selected victim, immediately
crouched down in his retreat.  Hearing soon afterwards, however, the
sound of the animals' hoofs, he was afraid of raising his head to make
an observation as to their whereabouts until they should come closer,
thinking that his sudden appearance might cause them race off again in
another direction and lose him the chance of a shot.

He had not to wait long, for the goats came closer and closer--too
close, indeed, to be pleasant!

"Look out, Fritz! look out, brother! they're right on top of you,"
shouted out Eric from the distance, away behind the flock, now coming up
at a gallop, and still headed by the venerable "Kaiser Billy."

Fritz at once scrambled to his feet, rifle in hand, cocking the weapon
as he rose up; but, at the same instant that he stood on his legs, a
blow like a battering ram struck him in the small of the back, sending
him down flying to the ground again on his face and pitching the cocked
rifle out of his hands.

This was not the end of it, either; for, the weapon went off with a loud
bang as it fell beside him, the bullet penetrating his leg just below
the knee in an upward direction and narrowly escaping his head.  As for
"Kaiser Billy," who had butted him as he rose up, and thus did the
damage, he galloped off with a loud "baa" of triumph, as if shouting a
paean of victory.

"Himmel! are you hurt, Fritz?" called out Eric, hastening up on hearing
the report of the rifle.  He was alarmed at seeing his brother lying
motionless on the ground.

But, there was no answer; nor did Fritz even move at the sound of his



In another minute Eric arrived where his brother was lying; when,
throwing himself on his knees, he bent over him anxiously.  "Oh, Fritz,
are you badly hurt?" he cried: and, still receiving no answer, he burst
into a passion of sobs.  "He's dead, he's dead!" he wailed in a broken
voice--"dead, never to speak to me more!"

"No, laddie, not quite dead yet," whispered Fritz faintly.  The sudden
blow in the back from the goat's horns, striking him as it did at the
base of the spine, had rendered him for the moment unconscious; the
unexpected attack had injured him terribly--more so, indeed, than the
bullet wound through his leg.  Besides, he was lying face downwards, and
so was unable to turn over, which fact prevented him from speaking more
plainly when he recovered his senses.

"Not dead?  Oh, I am so glad!" shouted out Eric joyously, in sudden
revulsion of feeling.  "I was afraid that you were killed!"

"I feel pretty near it," said Fritz, although he spoke now in a stronger
tone, Eric having partly raised him up, by putting his arm under his
neck.  "Gently, laddie, gently," he called out, however, as his brother
lifted him, "my poor back hurts fearfully!"

"I thought it was your leg, Fritz, for it is bleeding awfully.  Your
trousers are wet with blood!"

"That's nothing, laddie--nothing to speak of," said Fritz.

"Oh, isn't it?" cried the other, who had been busily cutting away the
trouser leg and stocking with his sheath knife.  "Why, the bullet has
gone through the fleshy part of your calf."

"I wish it had gone through the horny part of that horrid old goat,"
said Fritz grimly, smiling at his own joke, which made Eric laugh.

"The old brute!  But, you would go after him, you know."

"Yes; still, I am suffering now, and perhaps justly, for not leaving the
poor animal alone.  He never harmed me before I tried to harm him, so it
only serves me right!  It's a bad job, Eric; I'm afraid I shan't be able
to get down to the hut again.  You will have to rig me up some sort of
shelter here."

"Oh, no, that won't be necessary," said Eric, glad that his brother
seemed to be getting more like his old calm self and able to look
matters in the face.

"Why, how can I move?  Do you think I shall be able to climb down that
abominable tussock-grass ladder in this condition, especially when I was
hardly able to manage it while sound in wind and limb--which I can't say
is the case at present?"

"I didn't think of your getting down that way, old fellow," said the
lad, after a moment's reflection.  "I've got another plan in my noddle--
a better one than yours I think."

"And what is that?" asked Fritz.

"Why, you know where you are now, don't you?"

"Yes, I should think I did; I haven't quite lost my consciousness yet!"

"You are close to the western side of the coast, just near where the
plateau slopes down to the sea by our sealing ground."

"Well, what of that?"

"Why, don't you see through my plan yet, brother?  Can I not pull the
whale-boat round from our bay, and then manage to lift you down the
incline here into it--thus getting you back home easily in that way?"

"Himmel, Eric, you're a grand fellow," exclaimed Fritz, in honest
admiration of the proposal.  "I declare I never thought of such a simple
thing as that.  Of course it can be done.  What a stupid I was, not to
think of it!  That old goat must have knocked all my seven senses out of
my head; for, I declare I never recollected that there was any other way
of getting down from here save by the waterfall gully!"

"Ah, well, there is another way," said Eric, laughing joyously.  "But,
really we must now see about using it, for I don't want you to remain up
here all night when you may be so much more comfortable in the hut.  I
will scramble down and fetch round the boat at once, if there is nothing
more I can do for you before I go--is there anything you wish?"

"No, nothing, now that you've raised my head and propped it up so nicely
with your coat.  I should be glad, though, if you will bring a can of
water with you when you come back with the boat."

"Stay, I'll get some for you now!" cried the lad; and, flying across the
plateau, he was soon half-way down a niche in the gully whence he could
reach the cascade.  In a few minutes more, he was up again on the
tableland and by the side of Fritz, with his cap full of the welcome
water, which tasted to the sufferer, already feverish from the bullet
wound--which Eric had bandaged up to stop the bleeding--more delicious
than nectar, more strengthening than wine.  It at once brought the
colour back to his cheek and the fire to his eye.

"Ha!"  Fritz exclaimed, "that draught has made a new man of me, laddie.
You may be off as soon as you please, now, to fetch the boat; while I
will wait patiently here until you can bring it round the headland.
How's the wind?"

"South-east and by south," cried the young sailor promptly.

"That will be all in your favour, then.  Go now, laddie, and don't be
longer than you can help."

"You may depend on that," cried Eric, pressing his brother's hand
softly; and, in another moment, he was racing again across the plateau
to the point where the two had ascended from the gully by the waterfall.

Ere long, Eric had brought round the whale-boat to the haunt of the
seals on the west beach; when, after a good deal of labour, in which he
could not help hurting Fritz somewhat, he succeeded in getting the
sufferer down the sloping rocks.  Thence, he lifted him bodily into the
stern-sheets of the boat, where he had prepared a comfortable couch by
piling up on the bottom grating all the blankets and rugs from the hut.

Eric had a hard pull back against the wind and tide round the headland,
there being none to help him with an oar; but, naturally indomitable, he
bravely accomplished the task at last, arriving back at the bay before
sunset with his almost unconscious burden, who was now unable to move or
assist him in the least.

Fortunately, the most arduous part of the transportation was now
accomplished, the remainder being "all plain sailing," as Eric said.

The lad certainly had a most inventive mind; for, as soon as they
reached their own little bay, he once more astonished Fritz--who was
glad enough to get so far, but puzzled as to how he would ever arrive at
the hut, knowing that the lad would never be able to carry him there.

"Now, brother," cried Eric, "you just stop quietly where you are a
minute or two while I get the carriage ready."

"The carriage?" cried Fritz, more puzzled than ever.  "What do you mean,

"The wheelbarrow, of course," answered Eric, laughing.  "See, I have put
the door of our hut across it; and, with the bedding on top of this, I
shall be able to wheel you, without the slightest jolting, right up to
the cottage."

"Donnerwetter!" exclaimed Fritz--"you're a wonderful lad; you seem to
think of everything."

"Nonsense!  Silence, now--you mustn't talk; it might bring on fever
perhaps!" exclaimed Eric, to stop his brother's grateful expressions.
Then, lifting him out carefully from the boat, he placed the invalid on
the novel ambulance wagon he had so ingeniously improvised; and, rolling
the wheelbarrow along the little pathway up the incline that led to the
hut, he proceeded carefully to transport him home.  Arrived here, Eric
at once put Fritz to bed, so that he might be able to examine his
injuries more closely and apply proper bandages to the wounded leg and
back, in place of the temporary appliances he had made shift with when
first attending to the wounded hero, who was now able to direct him what
to do and how to do it.

Eric could not help thinking what an unlucky fellow that elder brother
of his was!

The cliff seemed fatal to him; for, the first time he ascended it, he
sprained his ankle, which laid him up for three weeks; and now he had
hurt himself even worse.  Really, the sailor lad wished there were no
crags at all; but, should that devout consummation not be feasible, then
he wished there were no means of getting to the summit, for then Fritz
would never incur any danger through climbing there.

Little did Eric think, as these hasty reflections passed through his
mind, that, in a very short while, his last wish would be gratified--and
that in a way, too, which would seriously affect them both!

The very next morning, indeed, he was glad enough to go up the cliff by
the tussock-grass ladder, in order to fetch the young goat he had shot
the day before, which, in the excitement of Fritz's accident, had been
left behind on the plateau; and, as he was coming down the gully again,
he saw the old goat "Kaiser Billy," and shook his fist at him.

"You old rascal!" he cried--"had it not been for you and your nasty
horns, poor Fritz would be now all right."

He then fired a shot at the animal in the distance; but, the knowing
fellow, who must have noticed the lad's deadly aim the previous
afternoon--when he had slain one of his family while she was galloping
along beside him--now kept carefully out of the range of Eric's rifle,
so that the bullet did not fall any way near him, so the lad had to
descend the tussock-grass ladder in a somewhat disappointed frame of

He had not wished actually to hurt the old goat, but merely to give him
a sort of mild lesson anent his impudent treatment of Fritz.  However,
the astute animal declined learning even from so gentle an instructor as
Eric, despite the possibility of the lad having his welfare at heart!

This was the last time the sailor lad ever had the chance to climb up or
down the face of the cliff by means of the much-abused ladder-way; for,
within the next few days, a sudden mishap happened that cleared the
tangled masses of grass away in a jiffy, leaving the precipitous pass
through the gorge bare--the grim rocks thenceforth disclosing themselves
in all their naked ruggedness, for, there were no friendly tendrils
hanging down whereby to escalade the heights.

The accident occurred in this wise.

When clearing the land for the garden, a large amount of brushwood and
weeds had to be removed from its surface.  These, when cut down and dug
up, made a large heap of rubbish, which, for the sake of neatness and
being out of the way, was piled up at the bottom of the gorge adjoining
the waterfall--the embrasure of the gully making a capital dust-hole, as
Eric had suggested.

From the effects of the hot sun, this rubbish was now as dry as straw;
so, one afternoon, when Fritz had so far recovered from his injuries as
to be able to crawl out of the hut and sit on a bench outside, which the
two had constructed under a rude sort of porch, Eric determined to
signalise his brother's convalescence by having a bonfire in honour of
the event.

To the impulsive lad it was all one to think of such a thing and to
carry out the idea.  In a moment, rushing from Fritz's side, he had
drawn his inseparable box of matches from his pocket, struck a light,
and ignited the pile of rubbish.

"Doesn't it flare up splendidly?" he cried with glee as he watched the
tongue-like flames darting upwards, the whole body of dry material being
soon in a red fiery glow, so hot and scorching that the lad had to move
away from the vicinity; and, returning to the front of the hut he stood
for a time by the side of Fritz, gazing with great admiration at the
blaze, which, mounting higher and higher, quickly enveloped the gorge
with clouds of that light, pungent smoke which wood fires always give

"Yes, it burns well enough," said the calm, methodical Fritz; "but,
perhaps, laddie, it will spread farther than you intend.  I fear it will
burn up the little wood to the right of our garden, with all the poor
thrushes and other birds in it.  It is easy enough to start a fire, you
know: the difficulty is to limit its action and put it out when you

"Oh, there's no fear about that," replied Eric with great nonchalance.
"The wind is blowing from the north-east and will only carry the flames
against the cliff, where there is nothing to harm."

Was there not?

Higher and higher rose the smoke, ascending pyramidically up the
chimney-like gorge; and, the quick-darting tongues of flame could be
seen spreading through the hazy veil, while the crackle and roar of the
fire sounded fiercer and fiercer.  Presently, growing bolder in its
strength, the fire advanced outwards from the cleft in the rock where it
was first kindled, spreading to the right and left of the gully.  Next,
it began to clamber up the face of the cliff, burning away gaily even
right under the waterfall, which seemed powerless to stay its rapid

"Look, Eric," cried Fritz, "it has caught the tussock grass now close to
our ladder.  I told you it would do mischief!"

"Bother it all, so it has!" exclaimed the lad, darting off with the vain
intention of trying to stop the conflagration.

He might just as well have attempted to arrest the flow of the sea in
the little bay below by the aid of his much-detested spade!

Crackle, crackle--puff--whish; and, in another few moments, the whole
cliff seemed on fire, the flames licking every particle of herbage off
the face of the rock.

The heat soon made the solid stone glow like molten iron; while the
columns of white smoke, as they rose up, were swept by the wind over the
tableland, frightening away several of the albatross, which hovered over
the scene of devastation on poised wing, wondering apparently what all
the fuss was about!

The fire gradually burnt itself out when there was nothing more to
consume, only an angry pile of smouldering embers remaining below the
waterfall, which still danced and tumbled itself over the blackened
edges of the crags, no longer festooned with the tussock-grass and
shrubs which had previously given the brothers handhold and foothold
when climbing to the summit of the cliff.

The ladder up to Eric's look-out station being now irremediably
destroyed, henceforth the sphere of action of the brother crusoes would
be limited to the confined valley in which they had landed and built
their home; for, there was now no means of reaching the tableland, save
by the pass on the western side near their sealing station, to reach
which they would have to use the whale-boat and venture out to sea,
round the eastern or western headland.

They were now really shut completely within their little valley, without
a chance of escaping in any sudden emergency, except by taking to the

The destruction of the ladder-way was a sad calamity; but, that was not
the worst of the damage done by Eric's bonfire!

It was late in the afternoon when the lad first lit up the pile of
rubbish and night came ere the fire had died out, its blazing light,
reflected back by the glistening surface of the cliff, shining out to
sea from the bay, like a beacon welcoming the passing mariner to
friendly shores--instead of which, the cruel crags that encircled the
island only grinned through the surf, like the pointed teeth of a pack
of snarling wolves, waiting to rend and tear any hapless craft that
should make for them!

In addition to this, there was yet another peril to any ship in the
vicinity; for, the wind from the north-east had risen to a gale as the
evening set in, bringing with it a heavy, rolling swell that thundered
in upon the beach with a harsh, grating roar, throwing up columns of
spray over the projecting peaks of the headlands on either hand.

"I hope no vessel will mistake your bonfire for a beacon," said Fritz,
as the darkness increased.  "If so, and they should chance to approach
the land, God help them, with this wind and sea on!"

"I trust not," replied Eric sadly, already regretting his handiwork; "it
would be a bad look-out for them!"

But, as he spoke the words, the sound of a cannon could be heard coming
from seaward over the water; and the lad shuddered with apprehension.



"Himmel!" exclaimed Fritz, rising up from the bench on which he was
sitting and clutching on to the side of the hut for support, being still
very feeble and hardly able to stand upright.  "There must be a ship out
there approaching the island.  If she should get too close inshore, she
is doomed!"

But, Eric did not answer him.  The lad had already rushed down to the
beach; and, climbing on to a projecting boulder, was peering into the
offing, endeavouring to make out the vessel whose signal gun had been
heard in the distance.

The darkness, however, was too great.  The heavens were overcast with
thick, drifting clouds, while the sea below was as black as ink--except
where the breakers at the base of the cliffs broke in masses of foam
that gave out a sort of phosphorescent light for the moment, lighting up
the outlines of the headlands during the brief interval, only for them
to be swallowed up the next instant in the sombre gloom that enwrapped
the bay and surrounding scene.  Eric, consequently, could see nothing
beyond the wall of heaving water which the rollers presented as they
thundered on the shingle, dragging back the pebbles in their back-wash
with a rattling noise, as if the spirits of the deep were playing with
dice in the depths below under the waves!

At his back, the lad could see the bonfire still blazing, casting the
foreground in all the deeper shadow from its flickering light; and,
never did he regret anything more in his life than the sudden impulse
which had led him into so dangerous a freak, as that of lighting the

Who knew what further terrible peril that treacherous fire might not
lead to, besides the mischief it had already done?

Bye-and-bye, there came the sound of another gun from the sea.  The
report sounded nearer this time; still, Eric could see nothing in sight
on the horizon when some break in the clouds allowed him a momentary
glimpse of the angry ocean--nothing but the huge billows chasing each
other in towards the land and the seething foam at the base of the
crags, on which they broke themselves in impotent fury when they found
their further course arrested by the rocky ramparts of the island.

Nor could the lad hear anything beyond the crash of the breakers and
splash of the eddying water, which sometimes washed up to his feet, as
he stood on the boulder gazing out vainly to sea, the sound of the
breaking billows being mingled with the shriek of the wind as it
whistled by overhead.

Nothing but the tumult of the sea, stirred into frenzy by the storm-
blast of angry Aeolus!

After a time, Eric suddenly recollected that his brother could not move
far from the hut and must be wondering what had become of him; and,
recognising as well the fact that he was powerless alone to do anything
where he was, even if a ship should be in danger, he returned towards
the cottage to rejoin Fritz, his path up the valley being lit up quite
clearly by the expiring bonfire, which still flamed out every now and
then, as the wind fanned it in its mad rush up the gorge, stirring out
the embers into an occasional flash of brilliancy.

Fritz, usually so calm, was in a terribly anxious state when his brother
reached him.

"Well, have you seen anything?" he asked impatiently.

"No," said Eric sorrowfully.  "There's nothing to be seen."

"But _you_ heard another cannon, did you not?"

"Oh yes, and it seemed closer in."

"So I thought, too," said the other, whom the sound of the heavy guns,
from his old experience in war, appeared to affect like a stimulant.
"Can't we do anything?  It is terrible to stand idly here and allow our
fellow-creatures to perish, without trying to save them!"

"What could we do?" asked Eric helplessly, all the buoyancy gone out of
him.  He seemed to be quite another lad.

"You couldn't launch the boat without me, eh?"

"No," answered Eric; "I couldn't move it off the beach with all my
strength--I tried just now."

Fritz ground his teeth in rage at his invalid condition.

"It serves me right to be crippled in this fashion!" he cried.  "It all
results from my making such a fool of myself the other day, after that
goat on the plateau.  I ought to have known better."

"You need not vex yourself, brother, about that," said Eric.  "If there
were twenty of us to get the boat into the water, instead of two, she
could not live in the heavy sea that is now running.  She would be
swamped by the first roller that came in upon us, for the wind is
blowing dead on shore!"

"That may be," replied Fritz; "still, I should like to do something,
even if I knew it would be useless!"

"So should I," said Eric, disconsolately.

In silence, the two continued to pace up and down the little platform
they had levelled in front of their hut, trying to pierce the darkness
that now entirely obscured the sea, the north-easter having brought up a
thick fog in its train, perhaps from the far-distant African coast,
which shut out everything on that side; although, the light of the
bonfire still illumined the cliff encircling the valley where they had
pitched their homestead, disclosing the inmost recesses of this, so that
they could see from where they stood, the wood, which the conflagration
had spared, as well as their garden and the tussock-grass rookery of the
penguins beyond, not a feature of the landscape being hid.

Again came the booming, melancholy sound of the minute guns from sea,
making the brothers more impatient than ever; and, at that moment, the
fog suddenly lifted, being rapidly wafted away to leeward over the
island, enabling the two anxious watchers to see a bit of bright sky
overhead, with a twinkling star or two looking down on the raging ocean,
now exposed to their gaze--all covered with rolling breakers and
seething foam as far as the eye could reach, to the furthest confines of
the horizon beyond the bay.

Still, they could perceive nothing of the ship that had been firing the
signals of distress, till, all at once, another gun was heard; and the
flash, which caught their glance at the same moment as the report
reached them, now enabled them to notice her imminent peril.  This, the
people on board could only then have noticed for the first time, the fog
having previously concealed their danger; for they distinctly heard,
above the noise of the sea and wind, a hoarse shout of agonised, frantic
alarm, wafted shorewards by the wind in one of its wild gusts.

The vessel was coming up under close-reefed topsails, bow on to the
headland on the western side of the bay; and, almost at the very instant
the brothers saw her, she struck with a crash on the rocks, the surf
rushing up the steep face of the cliff and falling back on the deck of
the ill-fated craft in sheets of spray like soapsuds.

Fritz and Eric clasped their hands in mute supplication to heaven; but,
at the same moment, the spars of the vessel--she was a brig, they could
see--fell over her side with a crash.  There was a grinding and rending
of timbers; and then, one enormous wave, as of three billows rolled into
one, poured over her in a cataract.

One concentrated shriek of horror and agony came from the seething
whirlpool of broken water, and, all was over; for, when the foam had
washed away with the retreating wave, not a single vestige could be seen
of the hapless craft!

She had sunk below the sea with those on board.

"Oh, brother, it is awful!" cried Eric.

Fritz could not answer.  His throat was filled with a great gulping lump
which prevented him from drawing his breath; while his eyes were
suffused with tears that no unmanly feelings had called forth.

Eric was starting off again down to the beach, to see whether any one
had escaped from the wreck and been swept into the bay, in which case he
might have been of use in trying to drag them from the clutch of the
cruel waves, when Fritz called him back.

"Don't leave me behind, brother," he cried out passionately.  "Wheel me
down, in the barrow, so that I may help, too!"

The lad stopped in a instant, comprehending his brother's request; and,
flying back, in and out of the hut as if he had been galvanised, he
quickly placed the old door on top of the wheelbarrow as a sort of
platform, with a mattress on top.  He then lifted Fritz on the
superstructure as if he were a child, the excitement having given him
tenfold strength; and, wheeling the barrow down at a run, the two
arrived on the beach almost sooner than a boat could have pulled ashore
from the point where the catastrophe to the vessel had occurred.

But, although it was now light enough to scan the surface of the
restless sea for some distance out, no struggling form could be seen
battling with the waves; nor was there a single fragment of the wreck
noticeable, tossing about on the billows that still rolled in
thunderingly on the beach, marking out the contour of the bay with a
line of white surf, which shone out in contrast to the glittering black
sand that was ever and anon displayed as the back-wash of the waves
swept out again in a downward curve preparatory to the billows hurling
themselves in shore once more with renewed force.

"Poor chaps, they must all have gone down!" said Eric, half crying.  He
had made sure that some one would have escaped, if only for him to
rescue at the last moment--perhaps just when the sinking swimmer might
require a helping hand to drag him from the clutches of the grasping
billows that sought to overwhelm him as he was getting beyond their

"There's no doubt of that," echoed Fritz, who had got off his platform
on the wheelbarrow with much more agility than he had been capable of a
short time before.  "The sea has swallowed up those who were not dashed
to pieces on the headland!  I hardly know which fate was the least
preferable of the two?"

"I do hope that the bonfire did not lead to their misfortune," said Eric
presently.  "If so, I should consider myself to be the cause of their

"No, I don't think it was, laddie," replied Fritz, to cheer him, the lad
being greatly distressed at the thought of having occasioned the
catastrophe.  "You see, the ship must have been coming from the other
side of the headland, whose height would shut all view of our valley
entirely from the sea."

"Well, I only hope so," replied Eric, only half consoled.  "I'm afraid,
however, the people on board took the flame of the burning grass to be
some beacon to warn them."

"In that case, they would have kept away from it, of course," said Fritz
decidedly; "so, no blame can be attached to you.  The wind, you see, was
blowing a gale from the north-east; and, probably, they were driving on
before it, never thinking they were near Inaccessible Island, nor
believing that there was such a place anywhere within miles of them, or
land at all, for that matter, till they should reach the South American

"Perhaps so," rejoined Eric, in a brighter tone; "but then, again, they
might have thought the light to be a ship on fire, and, in going out of
their way to lend assistance, they possibly met with their doom, eh?"

"Ah, that would be sad to believe," said Fritz.  "However, I don't think
we should worry ourselves over the dispensations of providence.  Poor
fellows, whoever they are, or whatever they were about at the time of
the disaster, I'm sorry for them from the bottom of my heart!"

"And so am I," chimed in his brother.  "But now, old fellow," added
Eric, "it is time for you to be getting back indoors, with your poor
back and wounded leg."

"Yes, I shan't be sorry to lie down now; for, I've exerted myself more
than I should have done.  Oh," continued Fritz, as the lad helped him on
to the wheelbarrow platform, again preparing to return to the hut, "I
shall never forget the sight of that doomed vessel dashing against the
rocks.  I fancy I can now see the whole hideous panorama before my eyes
again, just as we saw it when the mist cleared away, disclosing all the
horrors of the scene!"

"I shan't forget it either, brother," said Eric, as he commenced to
wheel back Fritz homeward, neither uttering another word on the way.

Both went to bed sadly enough; for, the calamity that had just occurred
before their eyes made them more depressed than they had ever been
before--aye, even in the solitude of their first night alone on the

Next morning, the gale had blown itself out, the wind having toned down
to a gentle breeze; while the sea was smiling in the sunshine, so
innocently that it seemed impossible it could have been lashed into the
fury it exhibited the previous night.  There it was, rippling and
prattling away on the beach in the most light-hearted fashion,
oblivious, apparently, of all thought of evil!

All trace of the wreck, too, had disappeared, nothing being subsequently
cast ashore but one single plank, on which the hieroglyphic letters, "PF
Bordeaux," were carved rudely with a chisel; so, the mystery of the
brig's name and destination remained unsolved to the brothers, as it
probably will continue a mystery, until that day when the ocean gives up
its secrets and yields up its dead to life!



For some time after the wreck, the brothers seemed to experience a
strange dreariness about the place which they never felt before.

They were now shut in entirely, being confined, as it were, to the
little valley of the waterfall through the destruction of the tussock-
grass ladder, which previously had opened the tableland on top of the
crags to them, giving greater liberty of action; although the ascent had
not been by any means an easy matter for Fritz.

Now, however, restricted to their scanty domain, bounded by the bare
cliff at the back and encompassed by lofty headlands on either side,
they were prevented from wandering beyond the limits of the bay, save by
taking to their boat; and this, the strong winds which set in at the
latter end of March rendered utterly impossible of achievement.

Consequently, they began to realise more fully their solitary condition,
recognising the fact that they were crusoes indeed!

No event of any importance happened after the episode of the bonfire and
the storm in which the crew of the brig perished, for some weeks,
nothing occurring to break the monotony of the solitary life they were
leading; until, one morning, without any warning, the penguins, which
had been their constant companions from the commencement of their self-
chosen exile up to now, suddenly left the island.

This was in the month of April.

Never was a migration more unexpected.

On the evening before, the birds, so long as daylight lasted, were seen
still playing about in the bay and arranging themselves in lines along
the rough escarpment of the headlands, where they were drawn up like
soldiers on parade and apparently dressed in the old-fashioned uniform
that is sometimes still seen on the stage.  Really, their black and
white plumage exactly resembled the white buckskin breeches and black
three-cornered hats of the whilom mousquetaires; while their drooping
flappers seemed like hands down their sides in the attitude of
"attention!"--the upper portions of the wings, projecting in front,
representing those horrible cross-belts that used to make the men look
as if they wore stays.

The penguins seemed so much at home on the island that it looked as if
they never intended leaving it, albeit the brothers noticed that the
birds barked and grumbled more discordantly than they had done of late.
No doubt there was something on hand, they thought; but they never
dreamt that this grand pow-wow was their leave-taking of the rookery;
but, lo and behold! when Eric came out of the hut next morning to pay
his customary matutinal visit to the beach, there was not a single
penguin to be seen anywhere in the vicinity, either out in the water or
on land!

They had disappeared, as if by magic, in one single night.  In the
evening before, they were with them; when day dawned, they were gone!

Fritz and Eric had got so accustomed to the birds by this time, studying
their habits and watching the progress of many of the adult penguins
from the egg to representative birdom, as they passed through the
various gradations of hatching and moulting, that they quite missed them
for the first few days after their departure.

The cliffs, without their presence to enliven them, appeared never so
stern and bleak and bare as now; the headlands never so forbidding and
impassable; the valley never so prison-like, to the brothers, shut in as
they were and confined to the bay!

However, the winter season coming on apace, the two soon had plenty to
do in preparing for its advent.  This served to distract their attention
from becoming morbid and dwelling on their loneliness, which was all the
more dismal now from the fact of their being debarred from their
hunting-ground on the plateau--Fritz having got strong and well again
after the wreck, and being now able to start on a second expedition in
pursuit of "Kaiser Billy," did he so wish, if the access to the
tableland above the cliffs by way of the gully were only still open to

Goat-shooting, therefore, being denied them, the brothers busied
themselves about other matters, as soon as the increasing coldness of
the air and an occasional snow-storm warned them that winter would soon
visit the shores of the island.

"I tell you what," said Fritz, when the first few flakes of snow came
fluttering down one afternoon as they were standing outside the hut, the
sun having set early and darkness coming on.  "We're going to have some
of the old weather we were accustomed to at Lubeck."

"Ah; but, we can have no skating or slides here!" replied Eric, thinking
of the canals and frozen surface of the sea near his northern home, when
the frost asserted its sway, ruling with a sceptre of ice everywhere.

"No, and we don't want them either," rejoined the practical Fritz.  "I
am pondering over a much more serious matter; and that is, how we shall
keep ourselves warm?  My coat, unfortunately, is getting pretty nearly

"And so is mine," cried Eric, exhibiting the elbows of his reefing
jacket, in which a couple of large holes showed themselves.  The rest of
the garment, also, was so patched up with pieces of different coloured
cloth that it more resembled an old-clothes-man's sack than anything

"Well, what do you think of our paying our tailor a visit?" said Fritz
all at once, after cogitating a while in a brown study.

Eric burst out into a loud fit of laughing; so hearty that he nearly
doubled himself up in the paroxysms of his mirth.

"Ha, ha, ha, what a funny fellow you are, Fritz!" he exclaimed.  "I
wonder where we are going to find a tailor here?"

"Oh, I know one," said his brother coolly, in such a matter-of-fact way
that the lad was quite staggered with surprise.

"Do you?" he asked in astonishment.  "Who is he?"

"Your humble servant," said Fritz, with a low bow.  "Can I have the
pleasure of measuring you for a new suit, meinherr?"

Eric began laughing again.

"You can measure away to your heart's content," he replied; "but, I
fancy it will puzzle even your lofty intellect to discover the
wherewithal to make clothes with--that is, except sailcloth, which would
be rather cold wear for winter, I think, eh, Master Schneider?"

"How about those two last sealskins we didn't salt down, or pack up with
the rest in the puncheon?" enquired Fritz with a smile.

"O-oh!" exclaimed Eric, opening his mouth wide with wonder.

"A-ah," rejoined his brother.  "I think they'll do very well to make a
couple of good coats for us; they'll be warm and serviceable."

"Of course they will," said Eric, jumping at the idea.  "And, they will
be fashionable too!  Why, sealskin jackets are all the rage in Berlin
and Hanover; so, we'll be regular dandies!"

"Dandies of the first water, oh yes," replied Fritz quizzingly.  "I
wonder what they would think of us at, Lubeck if they could just see us

"Never mind, brother, we'll astonish them when we go back with our
pockets full of money," said Eric in his happy fashion; and then,
without further delay, the two set to work making themselves winter
garments, as Fritz had suggested, from the sealskins.

These had been dried, instead of being salted down with the rest, in the
ordinary way whalers preserve them for the furriers; so, now, all that
remained for the brothers to do was to make the skins limp and pliable.

This they managed to effect by rubbing grease over the inner surface of
the skins with a hard piece of lava slab selected from the volcanic
debris at the foot of the cliff, in the same way, as Eric explained,
that sailors holystone the decks of a ship; and, after the pelts of the
seals were subjected to this process, they underwent a species of
tanning by being steeped in a decoction of tea leaves, keeping, however,
the hair out of the liquor.  Lastly, the outside portion of the skins
was dressed by pulling off the long fibrous exterior hairs, concealing
the soft fur below that resembled the down beneath a bird's rough

The skins being now thoroughly prepared, all that remained to do was to
cut out the coats, a feat the crusoes accomplished by using their old
garments for patterns; and then, by the aid of the useful little
housewife which Celia Brown had given Eric, after an immense amount of
stitching, the brothers were able at last to clothe themselves in a
couple of fur jackets.  These, although they were perhaps roughly made,
the good people at home could not have turned up their noses at, for the
articles were certainly intrinsically worth more than the best-cut
masterpiece of the best outfitter, even if not of so perfect a fit or

Fritz was the chief tailor in this operation; but, while he was busily
engaged with needle and thread, Eric was employed in another way,
equally for the good of both.

The hut had been found somewhat cold and damp in consequence of the
sun's power beginning to wane by reason of its shifting further north,
through the periodic revolution of the earth; so it was determined to
build a fireplace within the dwelling.

This had not been necessary before, all their cooking operations having
been carried on without the hut at an open-air campaigner's stove
designed by soldier Fritz.

Now, however, Master Eric devoted himself to the task of improving their
household economy, accomplishing the feat so well that, wonderful to
relate, the place never smoked once after the fire had been lit in the
new receptacle for it, excepting when the wind blew from the westward.
Then, indeed, coming from over the top of the plateau above, it whirled
down the gorge, roaring through the lad's patent chimney like a cyclone.

From May, until the end of July--during which time the extreme severity
of the winter lasted--the brothers did little, save stop indoors and
read, or play dominoes.

Really, there was nothing else for them to occupy their minds with; for,
it was impossible to cultivate the garden, while the weather was too
rough for them to venture out in the whale-boat.

Early in August, however, the penguins returned.

The birds did this as suddenly as they had left; although they did not
come all together, as at the period of their migrating from the island.

It need hardly be said that Fritz and Eric welcomed them joyfully as the
early swallows of the coming summer; for, as the summer advanced, their
life would be more varied, and there would be plenty for them to do.

Besides, the brothers had not forgotten Captain Brown's promise to
return at this period and visit them with the _Pilot's Bride_, the
arrival of which vessel might be expected in a couple of months or so.

The male penguins were the first to make their reappearance in the bay,
Eric returning to the hut with the news of this fact one morning in

"I say, Fritz," he called out, when yet some distance off from their
dwelling--"I've just seen two penguins down by the sea!"

"Have you?" exclaimed the other eagerly.  "That's good news."

"Is it?" said Eric.  "I didn't think you cared about them so much."

"Ah, I'm looking out for their eggs," replied Fritz.

"Why, you never seemed to fancy them last year, old fellow," said the
sailor lad surprised.  "What means this change of view on your part?"

"Well, you know, when we arrived here first, the birds were already
sitting; and, I certainly confess I did not care about the eggs then,
for they would probably have been half addled!  Now, however, if we look
out each day, we can get them quite fresh, when they'll be ever so much
better.  Young Glass told us, as you ought to remember, that they tasted
very nice and not in the least fishy."

"Oh, yes, I recollect," said Eric.  "I will keep a good look-out for
them now you say they're worth looking after!"

And he did.

The two male birds, who first came, were succeeded on the following day
by half a dozen more, a large number coming later on the same afternoon.

All these penguins were in their best plumage, and very fat and lazy,
contenting themselves with lolling about the beach for a day or two, as
if to recover from the fatigues of their journey.

Then, after a solemn conference together close to the rookery, the birds
began to prepare their nests, so as to be ready for the reception of the
females, which did not make their appearance for nearly a month after
the first male penguins were seen.

A fortnight later, there was in almost each nest an egg of a pale blue
colour, very round in shape and about the size of a turkey's--the sight
of which much gratified Master Eric, who, fearless of consequences, made
a point of investigating the tussock-grass colony every morning.  He
called the birds habitat his "poultry yard," seeming to be quite
unmindful of his mishap there the previous year; although now, as the
penguins had not begun regularly to sit yet, they were not so noisy or
troublesome as when he then intruded on their domain.  Besides, as the
sailor lad argued, the eggs were uncommonly good eating, and well worth
risk getting them.

September came; and the brother crusoes were all agog with excitement,
watching for the expected coming of the old Yankee skipper.

"Do you know what to-day is?" asked Fritz one morning, as Eric woke him
up in turning out.

"What a fellow you are for dates!" exclaimed the other.  "You ought to
go and live in the East, where they cultivate them, brother!  No, I
can't say I recollect what day it is.  Tuesday, is it not?"

"I don't mean that," said Fritz petulantly.  "I alluded to the sort of
anniversary, that's all."

"Anniversary of what?"

"Our landing here last year," replied Fritz.

"Oh, I forgot that!" exclaimed Eric.

"It strikes me you forget a good many things," said his brother in his
dry way.  "Still, what I was thinking of was, that we might now really
begin to look out for Captain Brown.  What a pity it is that you can't
ascend to your old signalling station on top of the gully."

"Yes, it was all on account of the grass burning that our ladder got
spoilt and--"

"Of course you didn't set it on fire, eh?" interposed Fritz.

"Ah well, it's of no use our talking about that now; words will not mend
matters," said Eric.  "We'll have look out from here!"

The wind latterly had been from the east, blowing right into the bay.
On account of this, the brothers could not venture out in the boat and
thus get round the headland, so as to climb the plateau from the other
side of the island and scan the offing from thence.

Still, no amount of looking out on their part--or lack of observation,
whichever way the matter was put--seemed to effect the arrival of the
expected ship; for, the month passed away in daily counted days without
a trace of a sail being seen on the horizon.

At last, just when the brothers had given up in despair all hope of
hearing from home, Eric, one morning in October, reported that there was
something in sight to windward of the bay; although, he said, he did not
think she looked like the _Pilot's Bride_.

Hastily jumping into his clothes--for Fritz, sad to relate, could never
practise early rising, in which good habit day after day Eric set him a
praiseworthy example--the elder followed the younger lad again to the
shore of the bay; from which point, well away out to sea, and her hull
just rising from the rolling plane of water, could be seen a vessel.
She was steering for the island apparently, with the wind well on her

"It isn't Captain Brown's ship," said Eric now decisively, his sailor
eye having distinguished while she was yet in the distance that the
vessel was a fore-and-aft-rigged schooner, although Fritz could not then
tell what sort of craft she was.  "It is one of those small whalers that
ply amongst the islands, such as I saw down at Kerguelen."

"What can have become of the skipper, then?" cried Fritz, quite
disappointed.  "I hope nothing has happened to him."

"We'll soon know," replied Eric.  "If I mistake not this very schooner,
which is evidently going to call here, is the _Jane_.  I know her by
that queer patch in her jib; and, if that's the case, she is one of the
consorts of the _Pilot's Bride_ and will be bound to be able to tell us
something about her."

"I sincerely hope so," said Fritz.

The two then remained silent for some time, watching the approaching
vessel; but they took the precaution to run down their whale-boat to the
beach, so as to be ready to put off as soon as the visitor should come
near enough for them to board her.

In a short time, bowling up before a good breeze, although it seemed
hours to them, they were so anxious, the schooner lay-to off the bay,
hoisting her flag as a signal that she wished to communicate.  But, long
before the bunting had been run up to the masthead, the brothers had
launched their boat and were pulling out towards the vessel, which did
not anchor, for there was a heavy ground swell on--this latter, indeed,
cost them, too, some trouble in getting their little craft out to sea,
the rolling surge first lifting her up and then plunging her down so
that everything was hidden from them for the moment by a wall of water
on either side.

However, they managed to get through the waves somehow; and, presently,
they were alongside the schooner,--pulling in under her stern, whence a
rope was hove them to get on board by.

An active-looking, slim, seamanlike young fellow advanced to them as
they scrambled on the schooner's deck; and Eric appeared to recognise

"Hullo, Captain Fuller," he said, "where's the _Pilot's Bride_ and the
old skipper?"

"I'm sorry you won't see him this trip," replied the other.  "The barque
got damaged in a gale off the African coast a month ago: so, she had to
put into the Cape of Good Hope for repairs, which'll take such a time
that Captain Brown couldn't manage to come along here and see you as he
promised.  Howsomever, the old skipper has sent me in his stead, to
bring you some letters and take home any cargo you might have ready in
sealskins and oil.  He told me, likewise, to let you have any provisions
you may want; but, I'm sorry to say, while coming here I helped an
American ship that was short, and now I only have a little flour left to

"Thank you, all the same," said Fritz, who had been waiting patiently
while the master of the schooner gave this explanation.  "I'm very sorry
at not seeing Captain Brown; however, I suppose he'll come for us next
year, as he said, won't he?"

"Oh yes," answered the other cordially.  "I'm sure he will, for it
seemed a great disappointment to him not to be able to do so now.  He
told me to be certain to say that, `blow great guns and small arms or
not, he'll be at Inaccessible Island next year!'  But, you must be
anxious about your letters.  Here they are," and the nice-looking young
fellow, whom Fritz had quite taken a fancy to, handed a little packet to
him, adding, "I am afraid I'll have to hurry you up about your return
messages, as the wind is getting up from the eastwards and I shan't be
able to remain here long."

Fritz at once broke the seal of a thick letter, which Captain Brown had
enclosed in one of his own.  This he saw came from Lubeck, although it
had the Capetown post mark on it, and he glanced hurriedly over the
front page and then at the end.

"All right at home, thank God!" he said aloud for Eric's benefit, the
lad staring at his brother with eager eyes.  "And now, Captain Fuller,
I'm ready to attend to you.  I shall be glad of a barrel of flour if you
can spare it, but our other provisions can hold out.  Will you let a man
or two come ashore to help get our freight aboard?"

"How much have you got to ship?" asked the other.

"Thirty sealskins and twenty barrels of oil," replied Fritz at once; he
and Eric had counted over their little store too often for him not to
have their tally at his fingers' ends!

"Come now," said Captain Fuller encouragingly.  "That's not bad work for
a couple of novices as their first take here!  Next year, you'll be able
to fill up the _Pilot's Bride_, `I reckon,' as the old skipper would

"Not quite that," replied Fritz, while he and Eric joined in the other's
laugh; "still, I've no doubt we'll do better than this, for we'll take
care to be beforehand with some folks!"

The commander of the schooner looking puzzled by the latter part of this
speech, Fritz proceeded to tell the young seaman all about Nat Slater
and the Tristaners, anent which he became very indignant.

"I'll take care to call at the island and spoil the mean fellow's game
for him, so that you shan't be troubled in the same way again!" cried
their new friend, with much heartiness; "but, do, please, let these men
go ashore with you now and fetch your produce at once, or else we'll
have to be off without it!  Here, Harris and Betkins," he sang out to
two of the schooner's men, "go along with these gentlemen in their boat
and bring off some cargo they'll point out to you!"

"I don't think we can stow all in one boat," said Eric.

"Then, we must make two or three trips till we do," answered the other,
equal to the occasion; and this procedure was adopted until all the
brothers' sealskins and barrels of oils were shipped in the schooner.
The goods were consigned to Captain Brown, who had undertaken to dispose
of all the produce of their expedition; and, when the freight was all
shipped, the schooner, filling her sails, bore away from the island on
her return trip to the Cape--not without a hearty farewell to Fritz and
Eric from those on board.

This visit of the little craft cheered them up wonderfully, reconciling
them cheerfully to another year's sojourn in their island home; for, had
not the schooner brought them comfort and hope, and, above all else,
what was to their longing hearts like manna to the Israelites in the
wilderness, water to a dry ground, warmth to those shivering with cold--
in other words, "good news from home?"

Aye, that she had!



Oh, those dear letters from home!

Did not Fritz pore over them, when he and Eric got back to their little
hut, glad to sit down and be quiet again, all to themselves after the
excitement of the schooner's visit and the fatigue of shipping the
produce of their labours during the past?

Madame Dort's missive was a long, voluminous epistle of ever so many
pages, written in their dear mother's clear hand, without a blot or a
scratch out, or any tedious crossing of the pages to make the writing
indistinct.  She had been a teacher, and able to write well, if only
because she had formerly to instruct others?  The letter was public
property for both, being addressed to Eric as well as Fritz, and it
contained much loving news--news that caused the elder brother
frequently to pause in his reading and Eric to dash away the quick tears
from his bright eyes; while, anon, it made them both laugh by some funny
allusion to household arrangements as they recalled the well-remembered
little home scene in the old-fashioned house in which the two had been
brought up, in the Gulden Strasse at Lubeck.

The communication was so lengthy that it was almost a journal, Madame
Dort recounting all the haps and mishaps of the family since Fritz had
gone away, taking it for granted that he would have informed Eric of all
that had transpired during the lad's previous absence.

The letter mentioned, too, that the neighbours were all interested in
the brothers' adventures and called frequently to ask her about them.
Herr Grosschnapper, she also related, had especially told her that he
had never employed so accurate a book-keeper as Fritz; for, the new
clerk had, like a new broom, swept so clean that he had swept himself
out of favour, the old merchant longing to have the widow's son back in
his counting-house again.

"I don't wonder at that," exclaimed Eric, interrupting the reading here.
"He should have known when he was well off and kept your place open for
you until your return from the war!"

"So he did, brother, he waited as long as he could," said Fritz, taking
the part of the absent, although the matter was still a sore subject
with him; and, then, he continued reading out his mother's letter, which
went on to detail Lorischen's many dreams about the children of her
nursing--how she prophesied that Eric would be such a big strapping
fellow that the house would not be able to contain him, and how Mouser
had developed such an affection for Gelert, that he even followed the
dog, when the latter went out to take his walks abroad, in the most
fearless manner possible, trusting evidently to the kindness of his
canine protector to prevent other obnoxious animals like Burgher Jans
terrier from molesting him!  Oh, and while mentioning the little fat
man's dog, Madame Dort said she had such a wonderful story to relate.
What would they think of Lorischen--

"I said it would turn out so!" cried Eric, interrupting his brother a
second time.  "I always said it would turn out so, in spite of all our
old nurse's cruel treatment of the little Burgher."

"What did you say, Mr Prophet?" asked Fritz good-humouredly.

"That he and Lorischen would make a match of it yet," replied Eric,
clapping his hands in high glee.  "What fun that would be!  Is it not
so, brother?"

"You might be further out in your guessing than that," said Fritz, going
on to the denouement of the story told in his mother's letter.  Yes,
Madame Dort wrote, the little fat man had really, one day when Lorischen
had received him more affably than usual and invited him to partake of
some nice cheese-cakes she had just made, asked her to marry him!  And,
more wonderful still, in spite of all their old nurse used to say about
the Burgher, and how she pretended to detest him, as they must remember
well, Lorischen had finally agreed to an engagement with him, promising
to unite her fate with his when Herr Fritz and Master Eric came home.
"So now, dear boys both, you know how much depends on your return,"
concluded their mother in her quaint way, for she had a keen
appreciation of humour.  "If only to hasten the happiness of old
Lorischen and her well-beloved little fat man, pray do not delay your
coming back as soon as ever you can conveniently manage it.  I say
nothing about myself or of Madaleine, my new daughter; for, you must be
able to imagine without the aid of any words of mine, how we are both
longing and praying to see you again!"

"And now for sister Madaleine's letter," cried Eric, when he had kissed
the signature to that of his mother's which Fritz handed over to him as
soon as he had done reading it aloud.  "It seems almost as big a one as
mutterchen's and I dare say there'll be lots more news in it!"

"Ah, I think I'll read this first to myself," said Fritz dryly; adding a
moment after when he noticed Eric's look of intense disgust: "you see,
she only writes to me, you know."

"Oh yes, that's very fine!" exclaimed the other, in a highly aggrieved
tone.  "Never mind, though, I can pay you out sooner than you think,
Master Fritz!  See this little note here!"

"No--yes--what is it?" said Fritz, looking up in an absent way from the
second of the home letters, which now lay open on his knee.

"Ah, wouldn't you like to know, Mr Selfish-keep-his-letters-to-himself
sort of a brother, eh?  Well, then, this note here contains some of the
dearest words you ever saw penned!  It was enclosed by Miss Celia Brown
in a letter of her father's to you--which you've taken such little
account of that you chucked it down on the floor in your ridiculous
hurry to read that letter which you won't tell me about.  Now, I did
intend, Master Fritz, to give you this delightful little note, which I
would not part with for the world, for you to read it your own self;
but, now, I shan't let you once cast your eyes over it, there!  It is
only a little tiny note; still, I think much more of it than all your
big letters from that Madaleine Vogelstein, who I don't believe is half
as handsome as Celia!"

"All right then, we're both satisfied if such is the case," rejoined
Fritz, in no way put out by this outburst, or alarmed at the terrible
reprisals threatened by Eric, and then, the elder brother bowed his head
again over the unfolded sheets of scented paper lying on his knee that
came from his sweetheart across the sea.

The letter was all that the fondest lover could wish; and, with the
omission of a few endearing terms, Fritz subsequently read it to Eric,
who thereupon relented from his previous resolution and showed him Miss
Celia Brown's note.  This, however, contained nothing very remarkable,
after all; unless a postscript, saying that the writer "expected to have
a good time" when the sailor lad returned to Providence, deserves to be
described in Eric's extravagant language.

The schooner's visit having settled their minds, so to speak, the
brother crusoes were able after her departure to devote themselves anew,
with all the greater zest, to what they now considered their regular

As in the previous year, before adventuring beyond their own special
domain, the garden was dug up and replanted; the labour this time, of
course, being far less than on the first occasion, for they had no
longer virgin soil to tackle with as then.

A much larger lot of potatoes were put into the ground, the brothers
having learnt by experience that, after once planting, these useful
"apples of the earth" necessitated little further trouble, one good
hoeing up when the sprouts had appeared above the surface and an
occasional rake over to keep down the weeds being quite sufficient to
make the plot look neat; while, should they have more than they required
for themselves when harvest time came, they could easily store them up
for the use of the _Pilot's Bride_ crew, as a slight return for all
Captain Brown's kindness.

A good crop of cabbages and onions was also provided for; while Eric did
not forget his favourite peas and beans for their next Christmas

This task done and things tidied up about the hut, so as to make their
immediate surroundings snug and comfortable, the brothers determined,
the weather being now settled and fair, to have a cruise round the coast
again.  They were anxious to find out whether the seals were about yet,
besides wishing to pay another visit to the tableland, which they had
been debarred from exploring since the bonfire had burnt up their ladder
at the beginning of the winter season.

They would, naturally, have made this expedition long before, had the
wind and sea not been so boisterous--very unlike, indeed, the genial
spell they had experienced in the previous year; but, really, from the
month of August, a succession of gales had set in from different points
of the compass and the navigation was so dangerous that it would not
have been safe to have ventured out beyond the bay.  Indeed, as it was,
the whale-boat got so much knocked about by a heavy sea, which came
rolling in on the beach one night when they had not drawn her up far
enough, that she was now far too cranky for them to trust their lives in
her in bad weather.

However, one fine day, late in November, with all their shooting and
hunting gear, in addition to a supply of provisions for a week or ten
days, they set sail from the bay bound westward round the headland,
intending to have a regular outing.

Seals they found plentiful enough, the animals having returned to their
breeding haunts much earlier than the year before.  They seemed,
besides, so tame that the new-comers must either have been quite a fresh
family of the mammals, or else the brothers had stolen a march on the
Tristaners and would therefore have the advantage of the first assault
on the seals.

There was nothing like taking time by the forelock, and so, without
frightening the animals by any display of hostility, the brothers
quietly landed their traps in a little creek some distance away from the
principal cove they frequented; and then, the two organised a regular
campaign against their unsuspecting prey.

Eric with a rifle and harpoon got round the seals by way of the land;
while Fritz, equally well provided with weapons, assailed them from the
sea in the boat, both making a rush together by a preconcerted signal.

Their strategy was triumphant this time; for, after a very one-sided
battle between the intrepid seal killers on the one hand and the
terrified, helpless creatures on the other, eighty-five victims were
counted on the field of battle--six of the animals being sea elephants,
and five sea bears, or "lions," a species having a curious sort of curly
mane round their necks, while the remainder of the slain consisted of
specimens of the common seal of commerce.

"Why, brother, this is grand!" exclaimed Eric, as he and Fritz counted
over the spoil.  "But, how shall we get the blubber and skins round to
the bay?  Our boat will never carry them all in her leaky state."

"Well, laddie, I thought you were the inventive genius of the family,"
said the other.  "Can't you think of an easier plan than lugging them
round the headland all that way by sea?"

"I'm sure I can't," Eric replied, with a hopeless stare.

"Then, I'll tell you," said Fritz.  "What think you of our just taking
them up to the top of the plateau; and, after a short walk across the
tableland, pitching our bundle of spoil down right in front of our hut--
without first loading up the boat and then unloading her again, besides
having the trouble of toiling all the way from the beach to the cottage

"Why, that's a splendid plan!" cried Eric; "almost good enough for me to
have thought of it."

"I like your impudence!" said Fritz, laughing.  "Certainly, a young
sailor of my acquaintance has a very good opinion of himself!"

"Right you are," rejoined Eric, with his time-honoured phrase; and then
the two, as usual, had a hearty laugh.

Skinning the seals and packing up the layers of blubber within the pelts
was then the order of the day with them for some hours, Fritz pointing
out, that, if they removed all the traces of the combat before
nightfall, the seals would return to their old haunt the next day, the
evening tide being sufficient to wash away the traces of blood on the
rocks as well as bear to the bottom the bodies of the slain victims;
otherwise, the sad sight of the carcases of their slain comrades still
lying about the scene of battle would prevent the scared and timid
animals from coming back.

Consequently, the brothers worked hard; and, practice having made them
proficients in the knack of ripping off the coats of the seals with one
or two dexterous slashes with a keen knife along the stomach and down
the legs of the animals, they stripped off the skins in much less time
than might be imagined.

Then, the pelts and layers of blubber were rolled up together in handy
bundles and conveyed up to the plateau.  This was a very tedious job,
necessitating, first, a weary tramp to and from the beach to where the
path led up to the summit of the tableland; and, secondly, a scramble up
the rocky and wearisome ascent of the plateau, this latter part of their
labour being rendered all the more difficult and disagreeable by the
bundles of blubber and skins, which they had to carry up on their heads
in the same fashion as negroes always convey their loads--a thing
apparently easy enough to the blacks by reason of their strong craniums,
but terribly "headachy" for Europeans unaccustomed to such burdens!

Fritz and Eric did not hurry over this job, however, deferring its
completion till the morning.  They camped out on the plateau so as to be
out of the way of the seals, glad enough to rest after their day's
labour, without going hunting after the goats, as they had intended at
first doing, the same afternoon.

Next morning, seeing no seals about--the animals probably not having
recovered from their fright yet--they continued carrying up the skins
and blubber, until they had quite a respectable pile on the plateau;
when, the next question arose about its transportation across the
tableland to the eastern side, immediately over the gully by which they
used to climb up, near their hut.

"I wish we had brought your carriage, Fritz," said Eric, alluding to the
wheelbarrow, which had been so styled by the sailor lad after he had
utilised it as an ambulance waggon.

"It's too late to wish that now," replied the other.

"I could soon go round in the boat and fetch it, brother," cried Eric,
looking as if he were going to start off at the moment.

"No, stop, laddie; we could not spare the boat," said Fritz, laying his
hand on his arm.  "It would be more than likely that, the moment you
were out of sight the seals would land again on the rocks, when we
should miss the chance of taking them!  I don't believe we shall have
more than one other chance of getting their skins; for the Tristaners
will soon be here again on their annual excursion, with that fellow
Slater in their company, and, I confess, I should not like us to be here
when they came."

"I wouldn't mind a row at all!" cried Eric defiantly; "still, as you
don't want me to go for the wheelbarrow, how do you suggest that we
should carry the skins across this dreary expanse here?"

"Let us make a stretcher with the oars," said Fritz.

"Bravo, the very thing," replied Eric.  "Why, you are the inventive
genius this time!"

"Well, one must think of something sometimes," said Fritz, in his
matter-of-fact way; and the two then proceeded to carry out the plan of
the elder brother, which simplified their labour immensely.  They only
had to make some three journeys across the plateau with the skins,
which, when the bundles were all transported to the eastern side of the
tableland, were incontinently tumbled over to the foot of the cliff
below, alighting quite close to the cauldron in which the blubber would
be subsequently "tried out" into oil.

Then, and not till then, did they pick up their guns and think of the
goats, which had hitherto led a charmed life as far as they were

They soon noticed, however, that, in lieu of the large number they had
observed when they last saw them, the flock had been now reduced to
five.  The Tristaners must evidently have paid another visit to the west
coast since they had met them there when going sealing the previous
season; and, this second visit the brothers put down to the instigation
of the whilom "deck hand," who had no doubt incited the islanders to do
everything they could to annoy them.

Fritz only shot one goat, leaving "Kaiser Billy" and the other three, on
the chance of their numbers being afterwards increased.  He and Eric
then went for a hunt after the wild pigs, killing a fine young porker,
which they roasted on the plateau and made a feast of at their camp.
The flesh, however, was very coarse, tasting fishy and rank, probably on
account of the pigs feeding on the penguins, the young of which they
could easily secure by going down to the beach by the same pathway that
the brothers had climbed.

Fritz and Eric stayed ten days on the western shore; but during all the
time they remained they only were able to capture eleven more seals,
which made up their quota to ninety-six.  Eric longed to run it up to
the even hundred, but they did not see another single mammal, although
they remained a day longer on the coast than they had intended.

This delay led to the most disastrous consequences; for, a gale sprang
up right in their teeth when they were on their way back to the bay with
the goat and the remaining sealskins, which they had not taken the
trouble of transporting across the plateau, but took along with them in
the boat.

It was something wonderful to notice the sea, which a short time
previously had been so placid, presently running high with mighty
rollers, that threatened each moment to engulf their little craft; and
they had to allow her to run before the wind some little time for fear
of getting her swamped.

This danger avoided, a worse one arose, which Fritz had not thought of,
but which soon became apparent to the sailor lad, his intelligence
heightened by his former painful experience when adrift in a boat at
sea, out of sight of land.

"I say, Fritz," he cried; "we are leaving the land!"

"What?" asked the other, not understanding him.

"We are getting away too far from the island; and if we go on like this,
we'll never get back."

"Good heavens, what shall we do?" said Fritz.

"I'm sure, I can't say," replied Eric despondently.

"Can't we put back?"

"No; we'd be upset in an instant, if we attempted it."

"Then, we're lost!" exclaimed Fritz.  "The land is now growing quite
faint in the distance and each moment it sinks lower and lower!"

This was not the worst, either.

The afternoon was drawing to a close; and, the sky being overcast,
darkness threatened presently to creep over the water and shut out
everything from their gaze.



The boat continued driving before the wind for some little time, until
the mountain cliffs of Inaccessible Island gradually lost their contour.
They had become but a mere haze in the distance, when Eric, who had
been intently gazing upward at the sky since Fritz's last speech of
alarm, and seemed buried in despondency, suddenly appeared to wake up
into fresh life.

He had noticed the clouds being swept rapidly overhead in the same
direction in which the boat was travelling; but, all at once, they now
appeared to be stationary, or else, the waves must be bearing their
frail little craft along faster than the wind's speed.  What could this
puzzling state of things mean?  Eric reflected a moment and then
astonished Fritz as they both sat in the stern-sheets, by convulsively
grasping his hand.

"The wind has turned, brother!" he cried out in a paroxysm of joy.

Fritz thought he was going mad.  "Why, my poor fellow, what's the
matter?" he said soothingly.

"Matter, eh?" shouted out Eric boisterously, wringing | his brother's
hand up and down.  "I mean that the wind has changed!  It is chopping
round to the opposite | corner of the compass, like most gales in these
latitudes, that's what's the matter!  See those clouds there?"

Fritz looked up to where the other pointed in the sky--to a spot near
the zenith.

"Well," continued the lad, "a moment ago those clouds there were
whirling along the same course as ourselves.  Then, when I first called
out to you, they stopped, as if uncertain what to do; while now, as you
can notice for yourself, they seem to be impelled in the very opposite
direction.  What do you think that means?"

Fritz was silent, only half convinced, for the send of the sea appeared
to be rolling their unhappy boat further and further from the island,
which, only a bare speck on the horizon, could be but very faintly seen
astern, low down on the water.

"It means," said Eric, answering his own question, without waiting
longer for his brother's reply, "that the same wind which bore us away
from our dear little bay is about to waft us back again to it; still, we
must look out sharply to help ourselves and not neglect a chance.  Oars
out, old fellow!"

"But, it is impossible to row amidst these waves," the other

"Bah, nothing is impossible to brave men!" cried the sailor lad
valiantly.  "I only want to get her head round to sea.  Perhaps, though,
my old friend that served me in such good stead when the _Gustav
Barentz_ foundered may serve my turn better now; we'll try a floating
anchor, brother, that's what we'll do, eh?"

"All right, you know best," replied Fritz, who, to tell the truth, had
very little hopes of their ever seeing the island again.  He thought
that, no matter what Eric might attempt, all would be labour in vain.

The sailor lad, on the contrary, was of a different opinion.  He was not
the one to let a chance slip when there seemed a prospect of safety,
however remote that prospect might be!

Rapidly attaching a rope round the bale of sealskins that were
amidships, thinking these more adapted for his purpose than the oars,
which he had first intended using, he hove the mass overboard, gently
poising it on the side and letting it slip gradually into the water.  He
did this in order that he might not disturb the balance of the boat,
which any sudden rash movement would have done, causing her probably to
heel over--for the waves, when they raced by, came level with her
gunwale, and an inch more either way would have swamped her.

In a few seconds after this impromptu anchor was tried, the effect on
the whale-boat's buoyancy became marvellous.

Swinging round by degrees, Eric helping the operation by an occasional
short paddle with one of the oars he had handy, the little craft
presently rode head to sea, some little distance to leeward of the
sealskins whose weight sunk them almost to the level of the water; and
then, another unexpected thing happened.

The oil attached to the still reeking skins came floating out on the
surface of the sea, so calming the waves in their vicinity that these
did not break any longer, but glided under the keel of the boat with a
heavy rolling undulation.

"This is more than I hoped!" exclaimed Eric joyfully.  "Why, we'll be
able to ride out the gale capitally now; and, as soon as the wind chops
round--as it has already done in the upper currents of air, a sure sign
that it will presently blow along the water from the same quarter--why,
we can up anchor and away home!"

"How shall we ever know the proper direction in which to steer?" asked
Fritz, who was still faint-hearted about the result of the adventure.

"We won't steer at all," said Eric.  "There are no currents to speak of
about here; and as we have run south-westwards before the north-easter,
if we run back in an opposite direction before the south-wester, which
is not far off now from setting in, why we must arrive pretty nearly at
the same point from which we started."

"But we may then pass the island by a second time and be as badly off as
we are now."

"What an old croaker you are!" cried Eric impatiently.  "Won't I be on
the look-out to see that such an accident as that shan't happen?  We'll
have to be very careful in turning the boat however--so as to bring the
wind abeam when we get up abreast of the island, in order to beat into
the bay--for the poor craft is so leaky and cranky now that she'll not
stand much buffeting about."

"Can't I do anything?" asked Fritz, beginning to regain his courage and
bestir himself, now that he reflected that their chances of getting back
to the island were not so precarious and slight as he had at first

"Yes, you can bale out the boat, if you like," said Eric.  "She's nearly
half full of water now and continues leaking like a sieve.  The seams
strain and yawn awfully when she rides, even worse than when she was
flying along at the mercy of the wind and waves.  Still, we must try to
keep her clear if possible, as the lighter and more buoyant she is, the
better chance have we of getting out of this mess."

"I'll do the baling gladly," rejoined Fritz, really pleased at doing
something, and beginning at once with the job, using a large tin
pannikin that they had taken with them.

"Then, fire away," said Eric.  "It will be as much as I can do to attend
to the steering of the boat.  Look sharp, old fellow, and get some of
the light ballast out of her!  I see a light scud creeping up from
leeward, behind us, with the waves fringing up into a curl before it.
The wind has chopped round at last and we'll have to cut and run as soon
as it reaches us."

Fritz baled away with the tin pannikin for dear life.

"Now, brother," cried Eric, a moment later, "get your knife ready, and
go forwards into the bows.  I want you, the instant I sing out, to give
a slash across the painter holding us to our moorings."

"What, and lose our bundle of sealskins!" exclaimed the practical Fritz.

"Lose them?  Of course!  Do you think we'd have time to lug them into
the boat before we'd be pooped!  What are the blessed things worth in
comparison with our lives?"

"I beg your pardon," said Fritz humbly, always ready to acknowledge when
he was in the wrong.  "I spoke unthinkingly; besides, if we lose these,
we've got plenty more under the cliff by our hut."

"Aye, if we ever reach there!" replied Eric grimly.  Although taking
advantage of every possible device to reach the island again, as a
sailor he was fully conscious of the dire peril they were in.  "Now,
Fritz," he called out presently, as a big white wave came up astern,
"cut away the painter, and just give a hoist to the jib and belay the
end of the halliards, half-way up.  There, that will do.  Lie down for
the present, old fellow.  The wind has reached us at last; so, it's a
case of neck or nothing now!"

Hardly had Eric uttered the last words, when a sudden rush of wind
struck the boat's stern like a flail, seeming to get underneath and lift
it out of the water.  The next instant the little craft sank down again
as if she were going to founder stern foremost; but, at the same moment,
the wind, travelling on, caught the half-set jib, and blowing this out
with a sound like the report of a cannon, the small sail soon began to
drive the boat through the swelling waves at racing speed.

Onward speeded the boat, faster and yet faster.  Fortunately, the mast
was a strong spar, or otherwise it would have broken off like a carrot;
as, even with the half-hoisted jib, it bent like a whip, thus yielding
to the motion of the little craft as she rose from the trough of the sea
and leaped from one wave crest to another.  The boat appeared just to
keep in advance of the following rollers that vainly endeavoured to
overtake her, and only broke a yard or so behind her stern--which, on
account of her being a whale-boat, was built exactly like her bows and
thus offered a smaller target for the billows to practise on, as they
sent their broken tops hurtling after her in a shower of thick foam.

Eric had an oar out to leeward steering, while Fritz crouched down
amidships, with the belayed end of the jib halliards in his hand, ready
to let them go by the run when his brother gave the word; and, as the
boat tore on through the water like a mad thing, the darkness around
grew thicker and thicker, until all they could distinguish ahead was the
scrap of white sail in the bows and the occasional sparkle of surf as a
roller broke near them.

Should they not be able to see where they were going, they might
possibly be dashed right on to the island in the same way as they had
seen the unfortunate brig destroyed.  It was a terrible eventuality to

Presently, however, the moon rose; and, although the wind did not abate
its force one jot, nor did the sea subside, still, it was more consoling
to see where they were going than to be hurled on destruction unawares.

Eric was peering out over the weather side of the boat, when, all of a
sudden, on the starboard bow, he could plainly distinguish the island,
looking like a large heavy flat mass lifting itself out of the sea.

"There it is!" he cried out to Fritz, who at once looked up, rising a
little from the thwart on which he had been lying.


"To your right, old fellow; but, still ahead.  Now, we must see whether
we can make the boat go our way, instead of her own.  Do you think you
could manage to haul up the jib by yourself?  Take a half-turn round one
of the thwarts with the bight of the halliards, so that it shall not

Fritz did what was requested; when Eric, keeping the boat's head off the
wind, sang out to his brother to "hoist away."

The effect was instantaneous, for the boat quivered to her keel, as if
she had scraped over a rock in the ocean, and then made a frantic plunge
forwards that sent her bows under.

"Gently, boat, gently," said Eric, bringing her head up again to the
wind, upon which she heeled over till her gunwale was nearly submerged,
but she now raced along more evenly.  "Sit over to windward as much as
you can," he called out to Fritz, shifting his own position as he spoke.

Almost before they were aware of it, they were careering past the
western headland of the bay, when Eric, by a sudden turn of his steering
oar, brought the bows of the whale-boat to bear towards the beach.  The
little craft partly obeyed the impetus of his nervous arm, veering round
in the wished-for direction, in spite of the broken water, which just at
that point was in a terrible state of commotion from a cross current
that set the tide against the wind.

But, it was not to be.

The doom of the boat was sealed in the very moment of its apparent
victory over the elements!

A return wave--curling under from the base of the headland, against
whose adamant wall it had hurled itself aloft, in the vain attempt to
scale the cliff--falling back angrily in a whirling whish of foam,
struck the frail craft fair on the quarter.  The shock turned her over
instantly, when she rolled bottom upwards over and over again.  The sea
then hurled her with the force of a catapult upon the rocks that jutted
out below the headland; and Fritz and Eric were at once pitched out into
the seething surf that eddied around, battling for their lives.

How they managed it, neither could afterwards tell; but they must have
struck out so vigorously with their arms and legs at this perilous
moment, in the agony of desperation, that, somehow or other, they
succeeded in getting beyond the downward suction of the undertow
immediately under the overhanging headland.  Otherwise, they would have
shared the fate of the boat, for their bodies would have been dashed to
pieces against the cruel crags.

Providentially, however, the strength of the struggling strokes of both
the young fellows just carried them, beyond the reach of the back-wash
of the current, out amidst the rolling waves that swept into the bay
from the open in regular succession; and so, first Eric and then Fritz
found themselves washed up on the old familiar beach, which they had
never expected to set foot on again alive.

Here, scrambling up on their hands and knees, they quickly gained the
refuge of the shingle, where they were out of reach of the clutching
billows that tried to pull them back.

As for the boat, it was smashed into matchwood on the jagged edges of
the boulders, not a fragment of timber a foot long being to be seen.

The brothers had escaped by almost a miracle!

"That was a narrow squeak," cried Eric, when he was able to speak and
saw that Fritz was also safe.

"Yes, thank God for it!" replied the other.  "I had utterly given up

"So had I; but still, here we are."

"Aye, but only through the merciful interposition of a watchful Hand,"
said Fritz; and then both silently made their way up the incline to
their little hut by the waterfall, unspeakably grateful that they were
allowed to behold it again.

Never had the cottage seemed to their tired eyes more homelike and
welcome than now; and they were glad enough to throw themselves in bed
and have some necessary rest:-- they were completely worn-out with all
they had gone through since the previous morning, for the anxious night
had passed by and it was broad daylight again before they reached shore.

Not a particle of the boat or anything that had been in her was ever
washed up by the sea; consequently, they had to deplore the loss, not
only of the little craft itself, the sole means they had of ever leaving
the bay, but also of the carcase of the goat they were conveying home to
supply them with fresh meat, as a change from their generally salt diet.
The sea, too, had taken from them their last haul of sealskins, which
had cost them more pains to procure than the much larger lot they had
pitched down from the plateau, and which fortunately were safe.

Nor was this the worst.

Their two rifles and the fowling piece--which Fritz had taken with him,
as usual, in his last hunting expedition, for the benefit of the island
hen and other small birds--as well as the harpoons, and many other
articles, whose loss they would feel keenly, were irrevocably gone!

But, on the other side of the account, as the brother crusoes devoutly
remembered, they had saved their lives--a set-off against far greater
evils than the destruction of all their implements and weapons!

The first week or two of their return from this ill-fated expedition,
Fritz and Eric had plenty to do in preparing the bundles of sealskins
they had secured in their first foray, and which they found safe enough
at the bottom of the gully where they had cast them down from above;
although they little thought then of the peril they would subsequently
undergo and the narrow chance of their ever wanting to make use of the

Still, there the skins were, and there being no reason why they should
not now attend to them, they set to work in the old fashion of the
previous year, scraping and drying and then salting them down in some
fresh puncheons Captain Fuller of the _Jane_ had supplied them with, as
well as a quantity of barrels to contain their oil, in exchange for the
full ones he had taken on board.

After the skins were prepared, the blubber had to be "tried out" in the
cauldron, with all the adjuncts of its oily smoke and fishy smell,
spoiling everything within reach; and, when this was done, there was the
garden to attend to, their early potatoes having to be dug up and
vegetables gathered, besides the rest of the land having to be put in

They had no time to be idle!

Christmas with them passed quietly enough this time.  The loss of the
boat and the escape they had of their own lives just preceded the
anniversary, so they felt in no great mood for rejoicing.  In addition
to that, the festival had too many painful memories of home, for which
they now longed with an ardent desire that they had not felt in their
first year on the island.

The fact was, that, now the whale-boat was destroyed, they were so
irrevocably confined to the little valley where their hut was planted--
shut in alike by land and sea, there being no chance of escape from it
in any emergency that might arise, save through the unlikely contingency
of some stray passing vessel happening to call in at the bay--that the
sense of being thus imprisoned began to affect their spirits.

This was not all.

Their provisions lately had been diminishing in a very perceptible
manner; so much so, indeed, that there was now no fear of their being
troubled with that superabundance of food which Eric had commented on
when they were taking the inventory of their stores!

But for some flour which Captain Fuller had supplied them with, they
would have been entirely without any article in the farinaceous line
beyond potatoes, their biscuits being all gone.  The hams and other
delicate cabin stores Captain Brown had originally given them were now
also consumed; so that, with the exception of two or three pieces of
salt pork still remaining and a cask of beef, they had nothing to depend
on save the produce of their garden and some tea--all their other stores
as well as their coffee and sugar having long since been "expended," as
sailors say.

The months passed by idly enough, with nothing to do, and they watched
for the approach of winter with some satisfaction; for, when that had
once set in, they might look for the return of the _Pilot's Bride_ to
rescue them from an exile of which they were becoming heartily weary.

The penguins departed in April, as before, leaving them entirely
solitary and more crusoe-like than ever, when thus left alone
themselves; and, then, came the winter, which was much sharper than
previously, there being several heavy falls of snow, while the waterfall
froze up down the gorge, hanging there like a huge icicle for weeks.

It was dreary enough, and they hardly needed the wintry scene to make
their outlook worse; but, one bitter morning they made a discovery which
filled them with fresh alarm.

They had finished eating all their salt pork, but had never once opened
the cask of beef since Eric abstracted the piece he roasted the year
before "for a treat"; and, now, on going to get out a good boiling
piece, in order to cook it in a more legitimate fashion, they found to
their grief that, whether through damp, or exposure to the air, or from
some other cause, the cask of beef was completely putrid and unfit for
human food!

This was very serious!

They had kept this beef as a last resource, trusting to it as a "stand-
by" to last them through the winter months; but now it had to be thrown
away, reducing them to dry potatoes for their diet--for, the penguins,
which they might have eaten "on a pinch," had departed and would not
return to the island until August, and there was no other bird or animal
to be seen in the valley!

Their plight was made all the more aggravating from the knowledge of the
fact that, if they could only manage to ascend the plateau, they might
live in clover on the wild pigs and goats there; so, here they were
suffering from semi-starvation almost in sight of plenty!

Fritz and Eric, however, were not the sort of fellows to allow
themselves to be conquered by circumstances.  Both, therefore, put their
thinking caps on, and, after much cogitation, they at last hit upon a
plan for relieving their necessities.



This plan was nothing else than their attempting the feat of swimming
round the headland, in order to reach the western shore, from whence, of
course, they knew from past experience they could easily ascend to the
tableland above--the happy hunting-ground for goats and pigs, their
legitimate prey.

"Nonsense," exclaimed Fritz, when Eric mooted the project; "the thing
can never be done!"

"Never is a long day," rejoined the sailor lad.  "I'm sure I have
covered over twice that distance in the water before now."

"Ah, that might have been in a calm sea," said Fritz; "but, just
recollect the terrible rough breakers we had to contend with that time
in December when the whale-boat got smashed!  Why, we might never get
out of the reach of that current which you know runs like a mill-race
under the eastern cliff."

"We won't go that way," persisted Eric.  "Besides, the sea is not always
rough; for, on some days the water, especially now since the frost has
set in, is as calm as a lake."

"And terribly cold, too," cried his brother.  "I dare say a fellow would
get the cramp before he had well-nigh cleared the bay."

"Well, I never saw such a chap for throwing cold water on any suggestion
one makes!" exclaimed Eric in an indignant tone.  He was almost angry.

"It is cold water this time with a vengeance," retorted Fritz, laughing;
whereupon Eric calmed down again, but only to argue the point more

"Mind, I don't want you to go, brother," he pleaded.  "I'm much the
stronger of the two of us, although I am the youngest; so, I'll try the
feat.  It will be easy enough after rounding the headland, which will be
the hardest part of the job; but when I have weathered that, it will be
comparatively easy to reach the seal-caves.  Once arrived there, I shall
only have to climb up to the plateau and shoot some pigs and a goat and
fling them down to you here, returning at my leisure; for, there'll be
no hurry.  As for the swim back, it will not be half so difficult a task
as getting round there, for the wind and tide will both be in my

But, Fritz would not hear of this for a moment.

"No," he said; "if anybody attempts the thing, it must be me, my
impulsive laddie!  Do you think I could remain here quietly while you
were risking your life to get food for us both?"

"And how do you expect me to do so either?" was the prompt rejoinder.

"I am the eldest, and ought to decide."

"Ah, we are brothers in misfortune now, as well as in reality; so the
accident of birth shall not permit you to assert a right of self-
sacrifice over me!" cried Eric, using almost glowing language in his
zealous wish to secure his brother's safety at the expense of his own.

"What fine words, laddie!" said Fritz, laughing again at the other's
earnestness, as if to make light of it, although he well recognised the
affection that called forth Eric's eloquence.  "Why, you are speaking in
as grand periods as little Burgher Jans!"

Eric laughed, too, at this; but, still, he was not going to be defeated
by ridicule.

"Grand words or not, brother," he said, with a decision that the other
could not bear down; "you shall not venture upon the swim while I stop
here doing nothing!"

"Nor will I allow you to go and I remain behind," retorted Fritz.

"I tell you what, then," cried Eric; "as we're two obstinate fellows and
have both made up our minds, suppose we attempt the feat together, eh?"

Fritz urged at first that it was unnecessary for both to run the risk;
however, Eric's pleadings made him finally yield.

"You see," argued the sailor lad, "we can swim side by side, the same as
we have done many a time in the old canal at Lubeck; and then, should
either of us get the cramp, or feel `played-out,' as the skipper used to
say, why the other can lend a helping hand!"

And, so it was finally settled, that, on the first bright calm day when
there should be but little wind, and while the tide was setting out of
the bay in the direction favourable for them, which was generally at the
full and change of the moon, they were to attempt the task of swimming
round the headland to the west shore of the island.  Thence they could
ascend the plateau in search of that animal food which they so sadly
required, the two having been restricted for some weeks to a diet of dry
potatoes, without even a scrap of butter or grease to make them go down
more palatably.

This being determined on, the two quickly made their preparations for
the undertaking, which to them appeared almost as formidable as poor
Captain Webb's feat of trying to go down the Falls of Niagara; although,
it might be mentioned incidentally, that, at the time they attempted
their natatory exploit, that reckless swimmer's name was unknown to

Of course, they had to consider that, should they reach the beach on the
other side all right and thus get up to the tableland, they would
require some weapon to bring down the animals they were going in chase
of; and, as both the Remington rifles as well as Fritz's shot gun had
been lost with the whale-boat, the only firearm remaining was the
needle-gun, which the elder brother had brought with him from Germany--
more, indeed, as a reminiscence of the campaign in which he had been
engaged than from any idea of its serviceableness.

However, for want of anything better, there it was; and, as Fritz had
plenty of cartridges which would fit it, the weapon had a chance of now
being employed for a more peaceful purpose than that for which it was
originally intended.  It would, certainly, still take life, it is true;
but it would do so with the object of ultimately saving and not
destroying humanity.

There was the weapon and the cartridges; but, how to get them round with
them was the question?

The brothers could swim well enough without any encumbrance, still, they
would be crippled in their efforts should they be foolish enough to load
themselves with a heavy gun, as well as sundry other articles which they
thought it necessary to take with them for the success of their

Why, such a procedure would be like handicapping themselves heavily for
the race!

What was to be done?

Eric, the "inventive genius," very soon solved this difficulty.

"I tell you what we'll do, brother," he said; "let us put our blankets,
with the kettle and rifle and the other things we require, in one of the
oil casks.  We can then push this before us as we swim along, the cask
serving us for a life buoy to rest upon when we are tired, besides
carrying our traps, eh?"

"Himmel, Eric, you're a genius!" exclaimed Fritz, clapping him on the
back.  "I never knew such a fellow for thinking of things like you,
laddie; you beat Bismark and Von Moltke both rolled into one!"

"Ah, the idea only just flashed across my mind," said the other,
somewhat shamefaced at his brother's eulogy and almost blushing.  "It
came just on the spur of the moment, you know!"

"But, how are we going to get the needle-gun into the barrel?" asked
Fritz suddenly, taking up the weapon and seeing that its muzzle would
project considerably beyond the mouth of the said article, even when the
butt end was resting on the bottom.

"Why, by unscrewing the breech, of course," said Eric promptly.

Fritz gazed at him admiringly.

"The lad is never conquered by anything!" he cried out, as if speaking
to a third person.  "He's the wonder of Lubeck, that's what he is!"

"The `wonder of Lubeck' then requests you'll lose no time in getting the
gun ready," retorted Eric, in answer to this chaff.  "While we're
talking and thus wasting time, we may lose the very opportunity we wish
for our swim out of the bay!"

This observation made Fritz set to work: and the two had shortly placed
all their little property in one of the stoutest of the oil casks, which
they then proceeded to cooper up firmly, binding their old bed tarpaulin
round it as an additional precaution for keeping out the salt water when
it should be immersed in the sea.

Rolling the cask down to the beach, they tried it, to see how it
floated; and this it did admirably, although it was pretty well loaded
with their blankets wrapped round the needle-gun and other things.  It
still rose, indeed, quite half out of the water.

Eric then plaited a rope round it, with beckets for them to hold on by;
and so, everything being ready, they only waited for a calm day to make
the venture.

Some three days afterwards, the south-east wind having lulled to a
gentle breeze and the sea being as smooth as glass, only a tumid swell
with an unbroken surface rolling into the bay, the brothers started,
after having first stripped and anointed their bodies with seal oil--a
plan for the prevention of cold which Eric had been told of by the

Until they reached the headland, they had easy work; but, there, a cross
current carried them first one way and then another, so much interfering
with their onward progress that it took them a good hour to round the

That achieved, however, as the sailor lad had pointed out when they were
first considering the feasibility of the attempt, all the rest of the
distance before them was "plain sailing"; so that, although they had to
cover twice the length of water, if not more, another couple of hours
carried them to the west beach.  Here they arrived not the least
exhausted with their long swim; for, by pushing the cask before them in
turn and holding on to it by the beckets, they, were enabled to have
several rests and breathing spells by the way.

Arrived again on terra firma, they at once opened their novel
portmanteau; and, taking out a spare suit of clothes for each, which
they had taken the precaution to pack up with the rest of their gear,
they proceeded to dress themselves.  After this, they carried up their
blankets and other things to a little sheltered spot on the plateau
above, where they had camped on their previous expedition.

They did not find the tableland much altered, save that a considerable
amount of snow was scattered about over its surface, accumulating in
high drifts at some points where the wind had piled it in the hollows.
The ground beneath the various little clumps of wood and brush, however,
was partly bare; so, here, they expected to find their old friend
"Kaiser Billy" and the remains of his flock.

But, high and low, everywhere, in the thickets and out on the open
alike, they searched in vain for the goats.  Not a trace of them was to
be seen; so, Fritz and Eric had finally to come to the conclusion that
the islanders--along with their enemy, as they now looked upon him, Nat
Slater--had paid another secret visit to the plateau and destroyed the
animals.  They believed the Tristaners did this with the object of
expediting their departure from Inaccessible Island, where there could
be no doubt they must have spoiled their sealing, thus depriving them of
a valuable article of barter.

"Never mind," said Eric the indomitable, when Fritz lamented the
disappearance of the goats.  "We've got the wild hogs left; and, for my
part, I think roast pig better than dry potatoes!"

"Himmel, the idea is good!" replied Fritz, who had already screwed on
the breech of the needle-gun, making it ready for action.  "We must go
pig-chasing, then."

And, so they did, shooting a lusty young porker ere they had travelled
many steps further.

Eric's matches were then produced, the inevitable box of safety lights
being in the pocket of the sealskin jacket he had headed up in the oil
cask; when, a fire being lit, the game was prepared in a very impromptu
fashion, the animal being roasted whole.

On previously tasting the flesh of these island hogs, they had thought
the pork rather fishy; but now, after weeks of deprivation from any
species of animal food, it seemed more delicious than anything they had
ever eaten before.

"Why, Eric, it beats even your roast beef!" said Fritz jokingly.

The lad looked at him reproachfully; that was all he could do, for his
mouth was full and this prevented him from speaking.

"I beg your pardon," interposed the other.  "I shan't say so again; I
forgot myself that time."

"I should think you did," rejoined Eric, now better able to express
himself.  "It's best to let bye-gones be bye-gones!"

"Yes," replied Fritz; and the two then went on eating in silence, so
heartily that it seemed as if they would never stop.  Indeed, they made
such good knife-and-fork play, that they were quite weary with their
exertions when they had finished, and were obliged to adjourn to their
little camp in the sheltered hollow where, curling themselves up
comfortably in their blankets, they went cosily to sleep.

The next day, they killed several of the younger hogs and threw their
carcases down to the bottom of the gully by the waterfall; for, besides
planning out the manufacture of some hams out of the island porkers,
they intended utilising the lard for frying their potatoes, in.  This,
in the event of their finding the pig's flesh too rank after a time,
would then afford them an agreeable change of diet to the plain boiled
tubers with which hitherto they had had only salt to eat for a relish.

On the third day, as the wind seemed about to change and ominous clouds
were flying across the face of the sky, they determined to return home,
having by that time consumed the last of their roast pig as well as all
the potatoes they had brought with them in their floating cask.

They were taking a last walk over the plateau, which they thought they
might never see again--for the swim round the headland was not a feat to
be repeated often, even if the weather allowed it, the currents being so
treacherous and the sea working itself up into commotion at a moment's
notice--when, suddenly, Eric stopped right over the edge of the gully.
He arrested his footsteps just at the spot where the tussock-grass
ladder had formerly trailed down, enabling them to reach their valley,
without all the bother of toiling round the coast as they had to do now.

"Don't you think this spot here has altered greatly?" said the sailor
lad to Fritz.

"No, I can't say I do," returned the other.  "The grass has only been
burnt away; that, of course, makes it look bare."

"Well, I think differently," replied Eric, jumping down into the
crevice.  "This place wasn't half so wide before."


"No, it wasn't I couldn't have squeezed myself in here when I last came
up the plateau."

"Why, that was all on account of the space the tussock-grass took up."

Eric did not reply to this; but, a moment after, he shouted out in a
tone of great surprise, "Hullo, there's a cave here, with something
glittering on the floor!"


"Yes, and it looks like gold!"



"Gold!" exclaimed Fritz in astonishment.

"Yes, gold," repeated the other, excitedly.  "There are a lot of coins
here each bigger than an eight-gulden piece."


"Yes, there is, really.  Come down here and see for yourself.  There's
plenty of room for both you and me."

Trembling with excitement, Fritz jumped down beside his brother, who,
stooping down in the crevice of the gully, had discovered a cavity in
the rock further in the face of the cliff.  This the fringe of the now
destroyed tussock-grass had previously hidden from view as they ascended
and descended the ladder-way; else they must have noticed the place the
very first time they came up to the tableland from the valley below.  It
was exactly facing the ledge from whence they climbed on to the plateau;
so, had it not been then covered over, they could not have failed to see

The cavity, which had been probably worn away by the water trickling
down, was like a little grotto; and there, piled on the bare rock, were
hundreds of coins!

These were quite bright, strange to say, although this circumstance was
most likely owing to the action of the fire that had burnt the tussock-
grass; for, some heavy iron clamps and hinges, that had evidently
belonged to the box which contained the coins originally and had been
consumed at the same time, lay on either side of the golden treasure.  A
number of the coins, too, if any further proof was needed, were fused
together in a solid lump.

With eyes dilated with joy, the brothers gazed at the mine of wealth,
hardly daring to believe that what they saw was real.

Then, Fritz put out his hands and touched the heap.

"It is there--I feel it!" he exclaimed.  "We are not dreaming?"

"I'm sure I'm not," said Eric, laughing with delight.  "Why, it is a
regular fortune--it will beat all that we have earned by our sealing!"

Fritz took up one of the coins and examined it carefully.  He had some
knowledge of numismatics from his mercantile education in Herr
Grosschnapper's office, that worthy merchant trading to all parts of the
globe and having considerable dealings with foreign monies.

"It is a doubloon," he explained to his brother after studying it a bit.
"The treasure consists of old Spanish coins that must have lain here
for years."

"I wonder who put them in this little hole?" said Eric.

Fritz did not answer this query for the moment; but, almost at the same
instant, there flashed across his recollection a curious story which an
old man at Tristan d'Acunha had told him--at the time when he and Eric
were inspecting the settlement on that island, before coming over to
their own little colony--concerning an old pirate who had buried a lot
of treasure either there or on Inaccessible Island.

After the brothers had gazed to their hearts' fill at the precious hoard
which had so suddenly been, revealed to them, the next thought was how
to remove it to their hut below.

"We'll roll up the lot in a blanket," said Eric, who as usual was always
to the fore when anything had to be planned out.  "Tie up the gold
securely; and then chuck the bundle containing it down below, along with
the poor pigs we have slaughtered!  There's no fear of anybody making
off with our doubloons before we accomplish the swim round the headland
back home."

"Yes, that will be the wisest course," acquiesced Fritz; "but, talking
of swimming round the headland, the sooner we're off the better.  Those
clouds look very threatening."

"Only rain, I think," replied Eric, looking up at the sky.

"Good, that will not make us very wet when we are in the water, with our
bare skins," said Fritz quizzingly.

"No," replied Eric, laughing.  "But, the sooner we are now off the
better, as you say; for, even if the weather holds up, there are a lot
of things for us to do when we get home.  We have the pigs to skin, as
well as cut up and salt; and, besides, there's all our money to count

"We can do that now, as we roll it up in the blanket," replied Fritz,
proceeding to suit the action to the word.

To their high delight, they found that there were nearly two thousand
separate gold coins, apart from the solid lump fused together, the whole
being probably worth some three thousand pounds, or thereabouts.

"Why, it's a perfect fortune!" exclaimed Eric.  "You and Madaleine will
now be able to marry and settle down, and mother be comfortably provided
for, and everything!"

"But, how about your share?" said Fritz, looking at the unselfish lad
with glistening eyes.  "Your share, indeed, why it's all yours!"

"Nonsense," replied Eric; "we are partners, are we not?  Besides, I
don't want any money.  When we leave here, you know, I'm going to sea
again with Captain Brown, in the _Pilot's Bride_; and a sailor, unlike
you poor land folk, carries his home with him.  He does not continually
want cash for housekeeping expanses!"

"Very well, we'll see about that bye-and-bye," said Fritz, putting all
the coins into the blanket, which Eric then tied up securely, lashing it
round with a cord in seaman fashion.  After that, they pitched the
bundle down below, when the chink of the coins at the bottom of the
gully sounded like pleasant music in their ears!

The barrel of the needle-gun was then unscrewed from the stock, Fritz
having kept the weapon ready for use as long as they remained on the
plateau, thinking that as Fortune had so strangely endowed them with the
pirate's treasure, perhaps some outlandish bird might equally suddenly
make its appearance for him to add to their spoil.  However, as nothing
new in the feathered line came in sight, the albatross having taken
their departure with the penguins, and not even an "island hen" being to
be seen, the two now clambered down to the west beach once more.

Here, packing up their cask again with the various impedimenta they
still had, they proceeded also to put in their clothing.

Then, fastening up the cask and lashing the tarpaulin round it again
with the fastenings and beckets, which had been taken off in order the
easier to unpack it, they entered the sea for their return swim round
the headland--starting off in the best of spirits on their way back home
once more.

This time, the swim back was far more fatiguing, the wind and a slight
swell being against them; but, the good living they enjoyed while on the
plateau had nerved them up to any amount of exertion, so the journey, if
more wearying, was performed in almost the same time they had taken to
go to the western coast.

Besides, as soon as they neared the headland, the currents there, which
had been against them, were now all in their favour, the waves bearing
them and their oil cask, once they had turned the point, buoyantly up to
their own beach in the little bay, without the trouble almost of
swimming a stroke!

It was now well on towards the latter end of July, in the second year of
the island life; and, the next week or two, they were busy enough
salting down their pigs and attending to their garden, some cabbages
from which with their newly acquired pork making them many a good meal.

Then, came the return of the penguins to their breeding-place in August;
so, there was now no further fear of their suffering from a scarcity of
food, for, in case they tired of pork, they had plenty of fresh eggs for
a change, as well as an occasional roast of one of the inhabitants of
the rookery, whose fleshy breasts tasted somewhat, Eric said, like
goose--albeit Fritz called him a goose for saying so!

September was ushered in by a strong north-easterly gale, similar to
that in which the brig had been wrecked.

This alarmed the brothers, who began to fear, when the gale had lasted
over the middle of the month, that the stormy weather might possibly
prevent the _Pilot's Bride_ from venturing near the island, Captain
Brown having said that it would have been more than madness while the
wind prevailed from that quarter for any vessel to approach the coast.

However, towards the third week in the month, the north-east wind
shifting round, a gentle breeze sprang up from the south-west.  A like
change had very similarly occurred at the time of their own landing on
the island; so, the brothers' hearts beat high with hope.

Everything was got ready for their instant departure; the consequence of
which was that all their own personal little goods and chattels were
packed up so soon that they had frequently to open the bundles again to
take out some article they required for use!

The golden treasure was not forgotten either--that may be taken for

The result of their sealing for the past year was also put up for
shipment.  This consisted of eighty-five sealskins and fifty barrels of
oil--a result that said much for their industry during the period.

And so, the brother crusoes waited and looked out, day after day, with
longing eyes for the anxiously expected vessel that was to terminate
their exile on Inaccessible Island and bear them back to the loved ones
at home!

Fritz of late had somewhat reformed his lazy habits, rising much earlier
than he used to do, this reformation being caused by a natural desire to
be up and stirring when the _Pilot's Bride_ should arrive; but, still,
Eric invariably forestalled him.  The sailor lad was always down on the
beach on the look-out, in default of being able to climb up to his
former signalling station on the cliff, at the first break of day!

Morning after morning, he went down to the shore; morning after morning,
he returned with a disconsolate face and the same sad report--

"Nothing in sight!"

This was the case every day.

There was never the vestige of a vessel on the horizon.

At last, one morning became a gladdened one in their calendar!

Eric had proceeded to the beach as usual; but, not returning so soon as
was his general habit, Fritz had time to awaken and rouse up from bed.

Anxious at the lad's delay, he went to the door of the hut, peering out
to seaward as the sun rose in the east, flooding the ocean with a
radiance of light.

At the same instant, Fritz heard Eric hailing him in the distance.

It was the cheeriest shout, he thought, he had ever heard!

Only two words the lad called out.

"Sail ho!"



That was all.

"Sail ho!" shouted Eric in stentorian tones, his voice penetrating
through the entire valley, and reaching probably the remotest extent of
the island.

The shout was quite enough for Fritz; for, hardly taking time to dress,
he at once rushed down to join his brother on the beach.

"Where is she?" he cried out anxiously, when yet some distance off.  He
panted out the question as he ran.

"Right off the bay!" sang out Eric, in quite as great a state of
frenzied excitement.  "She's hull down to windward now; but she's rising
every moment on the horizon."

"Where?" repeated Fritz, now alongside of the other.  "I can't see her."

"There," said Eric, pointing to a tiny white speck in the distance,
which to Fritz's eyes seemed more like the wing of a sea bird than
anything else.

"How can you make her out to be the _Pilot's Bride_?" was his next
query.  "I can barely discern a faint spec far away; and that might be

Eric smiled.

"Himmel!" he cried with an infinite superiority.  "What bad sight you
landsmen have, to be sure!  Can't you see that she is a barque and is
steering straight for the bay.  What other vessel, I should like to
know, would be coming here of that description, save the old skipper's

Fritz made no reply to this unanswerable logic; so, he asked another
question instead.

"What time do you think she'll be near enough to send a boat off, eh,
brother?  We can't go out to meet her, now, you know."

"No, worse luck!" said Eric.  "However, I think, with this breeze,
she'll be close to us in a couple of hours' time."

"A couple of hours!" exclaimed Fritz with dismay, the interval, in his
present excited state of feeling, appearing like an eternity!

"Yes; but, the time will soon pass in watching her," replied the sailor
lad.  "Look how she rises!  There, can't you now see her hull above the

Fritz gazed till his eyes were almost blinded, the sun being right in
his face when he looked in the direction of the advancing vessel; but,
to his inexperienced eyes, she still seemed as far off as ever.

"I dare say you are right, Eric," he said; "still, I cannot see her hull
yet--nor anything indeed but the same little tiny speck I noticed at
first!  However," he added, drawing a deep sigh, "if we only wait
patiently, I suppose she'll arrive in time."

"Everything comes to him who knows how to wait," replied his brother,
rather grandiloquently; after which speech the two continued to look out
over the shimmering expanse of water, now lit up by the rays of the
steadily rising sun, without interchanging another word.  Their thoughts
were too full for speech.

Some two hours later, the _Pilot's Bride_--for it was that vessel,
Eric's instinct not having misled him--backed her main-topsail and lay-
to off the entrance to the little bay, the gaudy American flag being run
up as she came to the wind, and a gun fired.

The brother crusoes were almost mad in their eagerness to get on board.

"What a pity we have no boat!" they both exclaimed together.

They looked as if they could have plunged into the sea, ready dressed as
they were, so as to swim off to the welcome vessel!

Eric waved his handkerchief frantically to and fro.

"The skipper will soon know that something has prevented our coming off,
and will send in a boat," he said; and the two then waited impatiently
for the next act of the stirring nautical drama in which they had so
deep an interest.

In a few minutes, they could see a boat lowered from the side of the
ship; and, presently, this was pulled towards the shore by four oarsmen,
while another individual, whom Eric readily recognised in the distance
as Captain Brown, sat in the stern-sheets, steering the little craft in
whaling fashion with another oar.

"It's the good old skipper!" exclaimed Eric, dancing about and waving
his hat round his head so wildly that it seemed as if he had taken leave
of his senses.  "I can see his jolly old face behind the rowers, as
large as life!"

Two or three minutes more, and the boat's keel grated on the beach, when
Fritz and Eric sprang into the water to greet their old friend.

"Waall, boys!" cried the skipper, "I guess I'm raal downright glad to
see you both ag'in, thet I am--all thet, I reckon.  It's a sight for
sore eyes to see you lookin' so slick and hearty."

So saying, Captain Brown shook hands with the two in his old,
thoroughgoing arm-wrenching fashion, their hands when released seeming
to be almost reduced to pulp in the process, through the pressure of his
brawny fist.

Of course, they then had a long talk together, the brothers recounting
all that had happened to them in the past year, Captain Fuller of the
schooner _Jane_ having taken to the Cape an account of their doings
during the preceding twelve months.

"Waal," exclaimed the skipper, when he was showed their little cargo of
sealskins and oil, and told also of the treasure which they had found,
"I guess you h'ain't made half so bad a job o' crusoeing, arter all!  I
reckon them skins an' He, along o' what you shipped afore, will fetch
you more'n a couple o' thousan' dollars; an' what with them doubloons
you mention, I guess you'll hev' made a pretty considerable pile fur the
time you've been sealin'!"

There being no object to be gained by the vessel remaining any length of
time at the island--which indeed was the reason that the skipper had not
brought the _Pilot's Bride_ to anchor, preferring to ply on and on in
front of the bay, so as to be ready for an instant start--the little
property of the brothers was, without further delay, taken on board; and
then, crusoes now no longer, they bade adieu, a long adieu, to
Inaccessible Island, their abiding place for the past two years.

As the _Pilot's Bride_ filled her sails and cleared the headlands,
which, stretching their giant arms across the entrance to the little
bay, soon shut out all view of the valley from their gaze, the last
thing they noticed was their hut, the home of so many long and weary
months, blazing away in regular bonfire fashion.  Master Eric had put a
match to the thatch of the little edifice on crossing its threshold for
the last time!

"There's no fear, however, of this bonfire doing as much mischief as the
last, old fellow!" he said apologetically to Fritz as they gazed back
over the ship's stern at the rapidly receding island.

"No," replied the other.  "It won't do any particular harm, it is true;
but still, I think it was a pity to burn down our little home.  We have
passed many pleasant as well as sad hours there, you know, during the
last two years."

"That may be all very true, brother," replied Eric, "but do you know
what was my real reason for setting fire to it?"

"No," said Fritz.

"Well then I'll tell you," continued the other.  "I couldn't bear to
think that those cheeky penguins should invade it and perhaps make their
nests there after we were gone!"

"What?" exclaimed Fritz, beginning to laugh.  "You don't mean to say you
haven't forgiven the poor birds yet for--"

"Stop!" cried Eric, interrupting him.  "You know what you agreed to, eh?
Let bye-gones be bye-gones!"

"Good," said Fritz; and there ended the matter.

The return voyage of the _Pilot's Bride_ back to America was uneventful,
although full enough of incident to the brothers after their enforced
exile; but when the vessel arrived again at her old home port of
Providence in Rhode Island, of course the two had something more to
excite them in the greeting they received from the cheery and kindly-
hearted family of the good old skipper at the shanty on the bay.

The worthy dame, Mrs Brown, welcomed them like sons of her own; while,
Miss Celia--declared that Eric had grown quite a man--adding, with a
toss of her head, that she "guessed he'd lost nothing of his old

However, in spite of all the kindness and hospitality of these good
people, Fritz and Eric were both too anxious to get home to Lubeck to
prolong their stay in the States any longer than was absolutely
necessary; so, as soon as the worthy skipper had managed to convert
their stock of sealskins and oil into hard cash--getting the weighty and
old-fashioned doubloons exchanged for a valuable banker's draft, save
one or two which they kept for curiosity's sake--the pair were off and
away again on their way back to Europe by the next--starting North
German steamer from New York.

Before setting out, however, Eric promised to return to Providence ere
the following "fall," in time to resume his post of third mate of the
_Pilot's Bride_ before she started again on another whaling voyage to
the southern seas.

One more scene, and the story of "The Brother Crusoes" will be "as a
tale that is told!"

It is Christmas Eve again at Lubeck.

The streets as well as the roofs and exteriors of the houses are covered
with snow, exhibiting without every appearance of a hard winter; while,
within, the interiors are filled with bustling folk, busy with all the
myriad and manifold preparations for the coming festival on the morrow.

Mirth, music, and merry-making are everywhere apparent.

In the little old-fashioned house in the Gulden Strasse, where Fritz and
Eric were first introduced to the readers notice, these cheery signs of
the festive season are even more prominently displayed than usual; for,
are not the long-absent wanderers expected back beneath the old roof-
tree once more, and is not their coming anticipated at every hour--nay,
almost at any moment?


Madame Dort is sitting in her accustomed corner of the stove.  She is
looking ever so much better in health and younger in appearance than she
was at the time of that sad celebration of the Christmas anniversary
three years ago, detailed in an early chapter of the story; and there is
a smile of happiness and content beaming over her face.

The good lady of the house is pretending to be darning a pair of
stockings, which she has taken up to keep her fingers busy; but every
now and then, she lets the work drop from her hands on to her knees, and
looks round the room, as if listening and waiting for some one who will
soon be here.

Madaleine, prettier than ever, clad in a gala dress and with bright
ribbons in her golden hair, while her rosebud lips are half parted and
her blue eyes dancing with joy and excitement, is pacing up and down the
room impatiently.  She is too eager to sit still!

Mouser, our old friend the cat, is curled up in a round ball between
Gelert's paws on the rug in front of the stove; while, as for Lorischen,
she is bustling in and out of the room, placing things on the well-
spread table and then immediately taking them away again, quite
forgetful of what she is about in her absence of mind and anxiety of

Burgher Jans, too, now and again, keeps popping his head through the
doorway, to ask if "the high, well-born and noble Herren" have yet
come--the little fat man then retiring, with an humble apology for
intruding, only to intrude again the next instant!

Madame Dort had received, late that afternoon, a telegram from Fritz,
stating that he had reached Bremerhaven; and that he and Eric were just
going to take the train, hoping to be with them in Lubeck ere nightfall.

Cause enough, is there not, for all this excitement and expectancy in
the household?

Presently, a party of singers pass down the street, singing a plaintive
Volkslieder, that sounds, oh so tender and touching in the frosty
evening air; and then, suddenly, there is a sound of footsteps crunching
the snow on the outside stairway.

Gelert, shaking off poor Mouser's fraternal embrace most
unceremoniously, starts up with a growl, rushing the moment afterwards
with a whine and yelp of joy to the rapidly thrown open door; and, here
he jumps affectionately up upon a stalwart, bearded individual who
enters, trying to lick his face in welcome.

"Fritz!" cries Madaleine.

"Eric!" echoes the mother, the same instant.

"Madaleine!" bursts forth from Fritz's lips; while Eric, close behind,
cries out joyously, "Mother--mutterchen--dear little mother mine!"

The long-expected meeting is over, and the "Brother Crusoes" are safe at
home again.

Little remains to be told.

Early in the new year, when winter had given place to spring and the
earth was budding forth into fresh life, Fritz and Madaleine were
married.  The happy pair live on still with good Madame Dort in the
little house of the Gulden Strasse as of yore; for, Fritz has settled
down into the old groove he occupied before the war, having gone back to
rejoin his former employer, Herr Grosschnapper--although, mind you,
instead of being only a mere clerk and book-keeper, he is now a partner
in the shipbroker's business:-- the little capital which he and Eric
gained in their sealing venture to Inaccessible Island, and which Fritz
has invested in the concern in their joint names, is amply sufficient to
make him a co-proprietor instead of occupying a subordinate position.

And Eric?

Well, the lad is doing well enough.

He went back to Providence at the end of the following summer, as he had
promised; and, having joined the _Pilot's Bride_, and sailed in her
since, he is now first officer of that staunch old ship--which the fates
will that our old friend the Yankee skipper shall still command.

The last news from Rhode Island, however, records a rumour anent a
"splice," to use the nautical phrase, between Master Eric and Miss Celia
Brown; and report has it that when this matrimonial engagement is
effected "the old man" has announced his intention of giving over his
dearly beloved vessel to the entire charge of his son-in-law.

Still, this has not happened yet--Master Eric being yet too young for
such honours.

Lorischen and Burgher Jans, strange to say, did not make a match of it
after all, the fickle-minded old nurse backing out of the bargain
instead of holding to her promise after the arrival of her young masters
at home.

Gelert is yet to the fore, and as good and brave an old dog as ever,
albeit time has robbed him of some of his teeth and made him somewhat
less active; but as for Mouser, he does not seem to have "turned a
hair."  The highly intelligent animal still purrs and fizzes as
vigourously as in his youth--occupying his leisure moments, when not
after birds or mice, in basking in the sunshine on the window-ledge
above the staircase in summer; while, in winter, he curls himself up
between Gelert's outstretched paws on the hearthrug, in front of the
old-fashioned china stove.

The brothers must have the last word; and, here a little sermon must
come in.

Do you know, if you should ask them their candid opinion, they would
tell you that, although the idea of playing at Robinson Crusoe may seem
pleasant enough to those whose only experience of life on a desert
island is derived from what they have read about its romantic features
in books, persons, like themselves, who know what the real thing is,
could narrate a very different story concerning its haps and mishaps,
its deadly monotony and dreary solitude, its hopes and its despair!


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that the work is also in the public domain for users in other countries.
Whether a book is still in copyright varies from country to country, and we
can't offer guidance on whether any specific use of any specific book is
allowed. Please do not assume that a book's appearance in Doctrine Publishing
ISYS search  means it can be used in any manner anywhere in the world.
Copyright infringement liability can be quite severe.

About ISYS® Search Software
Established in 1988, ISYS Search Software is a global supplier of enterprise
search solutions for business and government.  The company's award-winning
software suite offers a broad range of search, navigation and discovery
solutions for desktop search, intranet search, SharePoint search and embedded
search applications.  ISYS has been deployed by thousands of organizations
operating in a variety of industries, including government, legal, law
enforcement, financial services, healthcare and recruitment.