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Title: My Danish Sweetheart., Volume 2 of 3 - A Novel
Author: Russell, William Clark, 1844-1911
Language: English
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                     MY DANISH SWEETHEART

                           A Novel

                     BY W. CLARK RUSSELL



    VOL. II.

    Methuen & Co.
    [_All rights reserved_]


   CHAPTER                                         PAGE

        I. THE 'EARLY MORN'                           1

       II. HEADING SOUTH                             32

      III. A 'LONGSHORE QUARREL                      60

       IV. A SAILOR'S DEATH                          92

        V. THE END OF THE 'EARLY MORN'              116

       VI. CAPTAIN JOPPA BUNTING                    145


     VIII. A CREW OF MALAYS                         210

       IX. BUNTING'S FORECASTLE FARE                241




I told my story, and the three fellows listened attentively. Their eyes
glowed in the lamplight as they stared at me. The weak wind raised a
pleasant buzzing noise at the cutwater, and the lugger stole in floating
launches through the gloom over the long invisible heave of the Atlantic

'Ah!' said the helmsman, when I had made an end, 'we heerd of that there
Tintrenale lifeboat job when we was at Penzance. An' so you was her

'Were the people of the boat drowned?' cried I eagerly. 'Can you give me
any news of them?'

'No, sir,' he answered; 'there was no particulars to hand when we
sailed. All that we larnt was that a lifeboat had been stove alongside a
vessel in Tintrenale Bay; and little wonder, tew, says I to my mates
when I heerd it. Never remember the like of such a night as that there.'

'What was the name of the Dane again?' said one of the fellows seated
opposite me, as he lighted a short clay pipe by the flame of a match
that he dexterously shielded from the wind in his hand as though his
fist was a lantern.

'The _Anine_,' I answered.

'A bit of a black barque, warn't she?' he continued. 'Capt'n with small
eyes and a beard like a goat! Why, yes! it'll be that there barque,
Tommy, that slipped two year ago. Pigsears Hall and Stickenup Adams and
me had a nice little job along with her.'

'You are quite right,' said Helga, in a low voice; 'I was on board the
vessel at the time. The captain was my father.'

'Oh, indeed, mum!' said the fellow who steered. 'An' he's gone dead!
Poor old gentleman!'

'What is this boat?' said I, desiring to cut this sort of sympathy

'The _Airly Marn_,' said the helmsman.

'The _Early Morn_! And from what part of the coast, pray?'

'Why, ye might see, I think, sir, that she hails from Deal,' he
answered. 'There's nothen resembling the likes of her coming from
elsewhere that I knows of.'

'And what are you doing down in this part of the ocean?'

'Why,' said he, after spitting over the stern and passing his hand along
his mouth, 'we're agoing to Australey.'

'Going _where_?' I cried, believing I had not correctly heard him, while
Helga started from her drooping posture and turned to look at me.

'To Sydney, New South Wales, which is in Australey,' he exclaimed.

'In this small open boat?'

'This small open boat!' echoed one of the others. 'The _Airly Marn's_
eighteen ton, and if she ben't big enough and good enough to carry three
men to Australey there's nothen afloat as is going to show her how to
do it!'

By the light shed by the dimly burning lantern, where it stood in the
bottom of the boat, I endeavoured to gather from their faces whether
they spoke seriously, or whether, indeed, they were under the influence
of earlier drams of liquor than the dose they had swallowed from our

'Are you in earnest, men?' said I.

'Airnest!' cried the man at the tiller in a voice of astonishment, as
though he wondered at my wonder. 'Why, to be sure we are! What's wrong
with us that we shouldn't be agoing to Australey?'

I glanced at the short length of dark fabric, and up at the black square
of lugsail.

'What is taking you to Australia in a Deal lugger?' said I.

The man styled Abraham by his mates answered: 'We're a-carrying this
here craft out on a job for the gent that's bought her. There was three
of us an' a boy, but the boy took sick at Penzance, and we came away
without him.'

He paused. The man sitting next him continued in a deep voice:

'A gent as lives in Lunnon took this here _Airly Marn_ over for a debt.
Well, when he got her he didn't know what to do with her. There was no
good a-leaving her to pine away on the beach, so he tarns to and puts
her up to auction. Well, there was ne'er a bid.'

'Ne'er a bid!' echoed the man who was steering.

'Ne'er a bid, I says,' continued the other, 'and whoy? First of all,
there ain't no money in Deal; and next, the days of these luggers is
nombered. Well, this here gent was called upon by an Australian friend
who, gitting to hear of the _Airly Marn_, says he's a-willing to buy her
_for_ a sum. What that sum might be I'm not here _for_ to know.'

'Fifty pound, I allow,' said the man named Tommy. 'Some says she was guv
away. I've heerd speak of thirty pound. But fifty's what I call it.'

'Call it fifty!' exclaimed the fellow who steered.

'Well,' continued the first speaker, whose voice was peculiarly harsh,
'this here gent, having purchased the _Airly Marn_, comes down to Deal,
and gives out that he wants some men to carry her to Sydney. The matter
was tarned over. How much would he give? Well, he'd give two hundred an'
fifty pound, and them as undertook the job might make what shares they
chose of the money. I was for making six shares. Abraham there says no,
fower's enough. Tommy says three an' a boy. That's seventy-five pound a
man, and twenty-five pound for the boy; but the boy being took sick, his
share becomes ourn.'

'And you think seventy-five pound apiece pay enough for as risky an
undertaking as was ever heard of?' cried I.

'Wish it were already aimed,' said Abraham. 'Pay enough? Oy, and good
monney, tew, in such times as these.'

'How far are we from the English coast?' asked Helga.

The man called Jacob, after a little silence, answered: 'Why, I dare say
the Land's End'll be about a hundred an' eighty mile off.'

'It would not take long to return!' she exclaimed. 'Will you not land

'What! on the English coast, mum?' he cried.

I saw him peering earnestly at us, as though he would gather our
condition by our attire.

'It's a long way back,' continued he; 'and supposing the wind,' he
added, looking up at the sky, 'should head us?'

'If the gent would make it worth us men's while----' broke in Tommy.

'No, no!' exclaimed Abraham, 'we don't want to make nothen out of a
fellow-creature's distress. We've saved ye, and that's a good job. Next
thing we've got to do is to put ye aboard the first homeward bound
vessel we falls in with. I'm for keeping all on. Ships is plentiful
hereabout, and ye'll not be kept awaiting. But to up hellum for the
English coast again----' I saw his head wag vehemently against the
stars. 'It's a long way to Australey, master, and ne'er a man of us
touches a penny-piece till we gits there.'

I sat considering a little. My immediate impulse was to offer the
fellows a reward to land us. Then I thought--no! They may ask too much,
and, indeed, whatever they might expect must prove too much for me, to
whom five pounds was a considerable sum, though, as I have told you, my
mother's slender income was enough for us both. Besides, the money these
men might ask would be far more fitly devoted to Helga, who had lost all
save what she stood in--who was without a friend in England except
myself and mother, who had been left by her father without a farthing
saving some pitiful sum of insurance-money, which she would not get for
many a long day, and who, brave heart! would, therefore, need my
mother's purse to refurnish her wardrobe and embark her for her Danish
home, if, indeed, there would _now_ be a home for her at Kolding.

These considerations passed with the velocity of thought through my
mind. On the other hand, we were no longer aboard a stationary raft, but
in a nimble little lugger that every hour was carrying us into a new
prospect of ocean; and we might be sure, therefore, of speedily falling
in with a homeward-bound steamer that would convey us to England in a
tenth of the time the lugger would occupy, very much more comfortably
too, and at the cost of a few shillings, so to speak. Then, again, I
felt too grateful for our preservation, too glad and rejoiceful over
our deliverance from the dreadful future that had just now lain before
us, to remonstrate with the men, to oppose their wishes to pursue their
course, to utter a word, in short, that might make them suppose I did
not consider our mere escape from the raft good fortune enough.

'Surely it would not take them very long,' Helga whispered in my ear,
'to sail this boat back to Penzance?'

I repeated, in a voice inaudible to the others, the reflections which
had occurred to me.

'Why, see there now!' bawled one of the boatmen, pointing with a shadowy
hand into the dusk over the lee quarter. 'There's plenty of the likes of
her to fall in with; only _she's_ agoing the wrong way.'

I peered, and spied the green side and white masthead lanterns of a
steamer propelling along the water at about a quarter of a mile distant.
I could faintly distinguish the loom of her black length, like a smear
of ink upon the obscurity, and the line of her smoke against the stars,
with now and again a little leap of furnace-light at the funnel-mouth
that, while it hung there, might have passed for the blood-red visage
of the moon staring out of a stormy sky.

'See, Helga!' I cried; 'there are many like her, as this man says. In a
few hours, please God, we may be safe aboard such another!' And I sank
my voice to add, 'We cannot do better than wait. Our friends here will
be glad to get rid of us. No fear of their detaining us a moment longer
than can be helped.'

'Yes, you are right,' she answered; 'but I wish to quickly return for
your sake--for your mother's sake, Hugh.'

Her soft utterance of my name fell pleasantly upon my ear. I felt for
her hand and pressed it, and whispered, 'A little patience, and we shall
find ourselves at home again. All is well with us now.'

The lights to leeward silently glided ahead, and turned black upon the
bow. One of the boatmen yawned with the roar of a cow.

'Nothen to keep me out of my bunk now, I allow,' said he. 'No more rafts
to run into, I hope.'

'I should like to get this lady under shelter,' said I.

'That's easily done!' exclaimed Abraham. 'There's a nice little forepeak
and a bunk in it at her sarvice.'

Helga hastily explained that she had had rest enough. I perceived that
the delicacy of our Deal friends did not go to the length of observing
that while Helga occupied the forepeak it must be hers, and hers only;
but the discussion of that point was out of the question now; so she
stayed where she was, the boatman that had yawned went forward, and in a
few minutes his snoring came along in a sound like the grating of a
boat's keel over the shingle of his native town.

These darkest hours of the night slowly passed. The breeze blew, the
keen stem of the lugger ripped through the quiet heave of the ocean, and
I waited for the dawn, never doubting that Helga and I would be out of
the boat and aboard some homeward-bounder ere we should have counted
another half-score hours. The homely chat of the two men, their queer
'longshore phrases, the rough sympathy they sought to convey by their
speech, were delightful to listen to. Such had been my experiences,
that, though five days comprised them, it seemed as if I had been six
months from home. The talk mainly concerned this daring, extraordinary
voyage to Australia, in what was truly no more than an open boat. The
excitement of delight over our rescue was in a measure spent. I could
think calmly, and attend with interest to other considerations than our
preservation, our sufferings, and, in short, ourselves. And what could
interest me more than this singular undertaking on the part of three

I inquired what food they carried.

'Whoy,' says Abraham, 'we've got beef and pork and ship's bread and
other wittles arter that sort.'

'Shall you touch at any ports?'

'Oy, if the need arises, master.'

'Need arises! You are bound to run short of food and water!'

'There's a plenty of ships to fall in with at sea, master, to help us

'How long do you reckon on taking to make the run?'

'Fower or foive month,' answered Abraham.

'Oy, an' perhaps six,' said Jacob.

'Who is skipper?' said I.

'There aren't no degrees here,' answered Abraham; 'leastways, now that
the boy's gone sick and's left behoind.'

'But which of you is navigator, then?'

'Oy am,' said Abraham; 'that's to say, I've got a quadrant along with
me, and know how to tell at noon what o'clock it is. That's what's
tarmed hascertaining the latitude. As to what's called longitude, she's
best left to the log-line.'

'So she is,' said Jacob.

'And you have no doubt of accurately striking the port of Sydney without
troubling yourselves about your longitude?'

'Ne'er a doubt,' said Abraham.

'Or if so be as a doubt should come up, then heave the log, says I,'
broke in Jacob.

Their manner of speaking warned me to conceal my amazement, that under
other conditions could not have been without merriment. They told me
they had left Penzance on the morning of Monday, while it was still
blowing heavily. 'But we saw that the breeze,' Abraham said, 'was agoing
to fail, and so there was no call to stop for the wedder;' yet they had
hardly run the land out of sight when they sprang their mast in the
jump of a very hollow sea. 'There was no use trying to ratch back agin
that sea and breeze,' said Abraham; 'so we stepped our spare mast and
laid the wounded chap in his place; but if the wedder be as bad off the
Cape as I've heerd talk of, I allow we'll be needing a rig-out o' spars
if we're to reach Australey; and what'll have to be done'll be to fall
in with some wessel as'll oblige us.'

Considering they were seafaring men, this prodigious confidence in luck
and chance was not less wonderful than the venture they were upon. But
it was for me to question and listen, not to criticise.

'They will never reach Australia,' Helga whispered.

'They are English seamen,' said I softly.

'No, Hugh--boatmen,' said she, giving me my name as easily as though we
had been brother and sister. 'And what will they do without longitude?'

'Grope their way,' I whispered, 'after the manner of the early marines
who achieved everything in the shape of seamanship and discovery in
"barkes," as they called them, compared to which this lugger is as a
thousand-ton ship to a Gravesend wherry.'

The two boatmen were holding a small hoarse argument touching the
superiority of certain galley-punts belonging to Deal, when the dawn
broke along the port-beam of the lugger. The sea turned an ashen green,
and throbbed darkening to the gray wall of eastern sky, against which it
washed in a line of inky blackness. I sprang on to a thwart to look
ahead on either bow, and Helga stood up beside me; and as upon the
barque, and as upon the raft, so now we stood together sweeping the
iron-gray sky and the dark line of horizon for any flaw that might
denote a vessel. But the sea stretched bald to its recesses the compass

The heavens in the east brightened, and the sea-line changed into a
steely whiteness, but this delicate distant horizontal gleam of water
before sunrise gave us sight of nothing.

'Anything to be seen, sir?' cried Abraham.

'Nothing,' I answered, dismounting from the thwart.

'Well, there's all day before ye,' paid Jacob, who had taken the helm.

Now that daylight was come, my first look was at Helga, to see how she
had borne the bitter time that was passed. Her eyelids were heavy, her
cheeks of a deathlike whiteness, her lips pale, and in the tender hollow
under each eye lay a greenish hue, resembling the shadow a spring leaf
might fling. It was clear that she had been secretly weeping from time
to time during the dark hours. She smiled when our eyes met, and her
face was instantly sweetened by the expression into the gentle
prettiness I had first found in her.

I next took a survey of my new companions. The man styled Abraham was a
sailorly-looking fellow, corresponding but indifferently with one's
imagination of the conventional 'longshoreman. He had sharp features, a
keen, iron-gray, seawardly eye, and a bunch of reddish beard stood forth
from his chin. He was dressed in pilot-cloth, wore earrings, and his
head was encased in a sugar-loafed felt hat, built after the fashion of
a theatrical bandit's.

Jacob, on the other hand, was the most faithful copy of a Deal boatman
that could have been met afloat. His face was flat and broad, with a
skin stained in places of a brick-red. He had little, merry, but rather
dim blue eyes, and suggested a man who would be able, without great
effort of memory, to tell you how many public-houses there were in Deal,
taking them all round. He had the whitest teeth I had ever seen in a
sailor, and the glance of them through his lips seemed to fix an air of
smiling upon his face. His attire consisted of a fur-cap, forced so low
down upon the head that it obliged his ears to stand out; a yellow
oilskin jumper and a pair of stout fearnaught trousers, the ends of
which were packed into half-wellington boots.

The third man, named Thomas or Tommy, still continued out of sight, in
the forepeak. One will often see at a glance as much as might occupy
some pages to even briefly describe. In a few turns of the eye I had
taken in these two men and their little ship. The boat seemed to me a
very fine specimen of the Deal lugger. Her forepeak consisted of a
forecastle, the deck of which was carried in the shape of a platform
several feet abaft the bulkhead, which limited the sleeping compartment,
and under this pent-house or break were stored the anchors, cables, and
other gear belonging to the little vessel. In the middle of the boat,
made fast by chains, was a stove, with a box under the 'raft,' as the
forecastle-deck is called, in which were kept the cooking utensils. I
noticed fresh water casks stowed in the boat's bilge, and a harness-cask
for the meat near the forepeak. Right amidships lay a little fat punt,
measuring about fourteen feet long, and along the sides of the thwarts
were three sweeps or long oars, the foremast that had been 'sprung,' and
a spare bowsprit. This equipment I took in with the swift eye of a man
who was at heart a boatman.

A noble boat, indeed, for Channel cruising, for the short ragged seas of
our narrow waters. But for the voyage to Australia! I could only stare
and wonder.

The big lugsail was doing its work handsomely; the breeze was out on the
starboard quarter--a pleasant wind, but with a hardness in the face of
the sky to windward, a rigidity of small compacted, high-hanging cloud
with breaks of blue between, showing of a wintry keenness when the sun
soared, that promised a freshening of the wind before noon. Under the
steadfast drag of her lug, the light, bright-sided boat was buzzing
through it merrily, with a spitting of foam off either bow, and a streak
on either side of wool-white water creaming into her wake, that
streamed, rising and falling, far astern.

Had her head been pointing the other way, with a promise of the dusky
gray of the Cornish coast to loom presently upon the sea-line, I should
have found something delightful in the free, floating, airy motion of
the lugger sweeping over the quiet hills of swell, her weather-side
caressed by the heads of the little seas crisply running along with her
in a sportive, racing way. But the desolation of the ocean lay as an
oppression upon my spirits. I counted upon the daybreak revealing
several sail, and here and there the blue streak of a steamer's smoke;
but there was nothing of the sort to be seen, while every hour of such
nimble progress as the lugger was now making must to a degree diminish
our chances of falling in with homeward-bound craft; that is to say, we
were sure, sooner or later, to meet with a ship going to England; but
the farther south we went the longer would be the intervals between the
showing of ships by reason of the navigation scattering as it opened
out into the North Atlantic; and so, though I never doubted that we
should be taken off the lugger and carried home, yet as I looked around
this vacant sea I was depressed by the fear that some time might pass
before this would happen, and my thoughts went to my mother--how she
might be supposing me dead and mourning over me as lost to her for ever,
and how, if I could quickly return to her, I should be able to end her
heartache and perhaps preserve her life; for I was her only child, and
that she would fret over me even to the breaking of her heart, I feared,
despite her having sanctioned my going out to save life.

Yet, when I looked at Helga, and reflected upon what her sufferings had
been and what her loss was, and noted the spirit that still shone nobly
in her steadfast gaze, and was expressed in the lines of her lips, I
felt that I was acting my part as a man but poorly, in suffering my
spirits to droop. This time yesterday we were upon a raft, from which
the first rise of sea must have swept us. It was the hard stare of the
north-westerly sky that caused me to think of this time yesterday; and
with something of a shiver and a long deep breath of gratitude for the
safety that had come to us with this little fabric buoyant under our
feet, I broke away from my mood of dulness with a half-smile at the two
homely boatmen, who sat staring at Helga and at me.

'The lady looks but poorly,' said Abraham, with his eyes fixed upon
Helga, though he addressed me. 'Some people has their allowance of grief
sarved out all at once. I earnestly hope, lady, that life's agoing to
luff up with you now, and lead ye on a course that won't take long to
bring ye to the port of joyfulness.'

He nodded at her emphatically, with as much sympathy in his countenance
as his weather-tanned flesh would suffer him to exhibit.

'We have had a hard time,' she answered gently.

'Much too hard for any girl to go through,' said I. 'Men, you must know
this lady to be a complete sailor. She can take the wheel; she can sound
the well; she has a nerve of steel at a moment that would send a good
many who consider themselves stout-hearted to their prayers. It is not
the usage of the sea, Abraham, that makes her look poorly, as you say.'

I noticed Jacob leaning forward with his hands upon his knees, staring
at her. Suddenly he smacked his leg with the sound of a pistol-shot.

'Why, yes!' he cried: 'now I'm sure of it. Wasn't you once a boy, mum?'

'What!' cried Abraham, turning indignantly upon him.

A faint blush entered Helga's face.

'What I mean is,' continued Jacob, 'when I last see ye, you was dressed
up as a boy!'

'Yes,' said I, 'yes. And what then?'

'Whoy, then,' he cried, fetching his leg another violent slap, 'Pigsears
Hall owes me a gallon o' beer. When we was aboard the Dane,' he
continued, addressing Abraham and talking with 'longshore vehemence, 'I
cotched sight of a boy that I says to myself, thinks I, is as sartain
surely a female as that the Gull lightship's painted red. I told
Pigsears Hall to look. "Gal in your eye!" says he. "Bet ye a gallon of
ale, Jacob, she's as much a boy as Barney Parson's Willie!" But we was
too busy to argue, and we left the ship without thinking more about it.
Now I'm reminded, and I'm right, and I calls ye to witness, Abraham, so
that Pigsears mayn't haul off from his wager.'

To change the subject, I said abruptly, 'You men seem to have some queer
names among you. Pigsears Hall! Could any parson be got to christen a
man so?'

''Taint his right name,' said Abraham. 'It's along of his ears that he's
got that title. There's Stickenup Adams; that's 'cause he holds his thin
nose so high. Then there's Paper-collar Joe; that's 'cause he likes to
be genteel about the neck. We've all got nicknames. But in a voyage to
Australey we give ourselves the tarms our mothers knew us by.'

'What is your name?' said I.

'Abraham Vise,' said he.


'_I_ calls it Vise,' said he, looking a little disconcerted. 'It's wrote
with a _W_.'

'And your shipmates?'

'Him,' he answered, indicating his comrade by jerking his chin at him,
'is Jacob Minnikin. Him that's forrards is Tommy Budd.' He paused, with
his eyes fixed upon Helga. 'Jacob,' said he, addressing his mate while
he steadfastly regarded the girl, 'I've been a-thinking, if so be as the
gentleman and lady aren't going to be put aboard a homeward-bounder in a
hurry, how's she to sleep? Tell ye what it is,' said he slowly, looking
around at Jacob; 'if to-night finds 'em aboard us we'll have to tarn out
of the forepeak. There's a good enough bed for the likes of us men under
that there raft,' said he, pointing to the wide recess that was roofed
by the overhanging of the deck of the forepeak. 'The lady looks as if
nothen short of a twenty-four hours' spell of sound sleep was going to
do her good. But, of course, as I was saying,' and now he was addressing
me, 'you and her may be aboard another craft, homeward bound, before the
night comes.'

'I thank you, on behalf of the lady, for your proposal, Abraham,' said
I. 'She wants rest, as you say; but privacy must naturally be a
condition of her resting comfortably in your forepeak. Six hours would

'Oh! she can lie there all night,' said Jacob.

At this moment the third man made his appearance. He rose thrusting
through a little square hatch, and, with true 'longshore instincts, took
a slow survey of the sea, with an occasional rub of his wrist along his
eyes, before coming aft. He glanced at Helga and me carelessly, as
though we had long become familiar features of the lugger to his mind,
and, giving Abraham a nod, exclaimed, with another look round the sea,
'A nice little air o' wind out this marning.'

This fellow was a middle-aged man, probably forty-five. His countenance
was of a somewhat sour cast, his eyebrows thick and of an iron-gray, and
his eyes, deep-seated under them, gazed forth between lids whose rims
were so red that they put a fancy into one of their being slowly eaten
away by fire, as a spark bites into tinder. The sulky curl of mouth
expressed the born marine grumbler. His headgear was of fur, like
Jacob's; but I observed that he was dressed in a long coat, that had
manifestly been cut for or worn by a parson. Under the flapping tails of
this coat were exhibited a pair of very loose fearnaught trousers,
terminating in a pair of large, gouty, square-toed shoes.

'What about breakfast?' said he. 'Ain't it toime to loight the fire?'

'Why, yes,' answered Abraham, 'and I dessay,' said he, looking at me,
'ye won't be sorry to get a mouthful of wittles.'

The sour-faced man, named Tommy, went forward, and was presently busy in
chopping up a piece of wood.

'There are some good rashers to be had out of those hams you took from
the raft,' said I; 'you will find the canned meat pleasant eating too.
While you are getting breakfast I'll explore your forepeak, with your

'Sartinly,' answered Abraham.

'Come along, Helga,' said I; and we went forward.

We dropped through the hatch, and found ourselves in a little gloomy
interior, much too shallow to stand erect in. There were four bunks, so
contrived as to serve as seats and lockers as well as beds. There were
no mattresses, but in each bunk was a little pile of blankets.

'A noble sea-parlour, Helga!' said I, laughing.

'It is better than the raft,' she answered.

'Ay, indeed! but for all that not so good as to render us unwilling to
leave this little lugger. You will never be able to sleep in one of
these holes?'

'Oh yes,' she answered, with a note of cheerfulness in her voice; 'but I
hope there may be no occasion. I shall not want to sleep till the night
comes, and before it comes we may be in another ship, journeying
home--to your home, I mean,' she added, with a sigh.

'And not more mine than yours, so long as it will please you to make it
yours. And now,' said I, 'that we may be as comfortable as possible,
where are our friends' toilet conveniences? Their washbasin is, no
doubt, the ocean over the side, and I suspect a little lump of grease,
used at long intervals, serves them for the soap they need. But there is
plenty of refreshment to be had out of a salt-water rinsing of the face.
Stay you here, and I will hand you down what is to be found.'

I regained the deck, and asked one of the men to draw me a bucket of
salt-water. I then asked Abraham for a piece of sailcloth to serve as a

'Sailcloth!' he cried. 'I'll give ye the real thing,' and, sliding open
a locker in the stern sheets, he extracted a couple of towels.

'Want any soap?' said he.

'Soap!' cried I. 'Have you such a thing?'

'Why, what d'ye think we are?' called the sour-faced man Tommy, who was
kneeling at the little stove and blowing into it to kindle some chips of
wood. 'How's a man to shave without soap?'

'Want a looking-glass?' said Abraham, handing me a lump of marine soap
as he spoke.

'Thank you,' said I.

'And here's a comb,' said he, producing out of his trousers pocket a
knife-shaped affair that he opened into a large brass comb. 'Anything

'What more have you?' said I.

'Nothen, saving a razor,' said he.

This I did not require. I carried the bucket and the little bundle of
unexpected conveniences to the hatch, and called to Helga.

'Here am I, rich in spoils,' said I softly. 'These boatmen are complete
dandies. Here is soap, here are towels, here is a looking-glass, and
here is a comb,' and having handed her these things I made my way aft

'We han't asked your name yet, sir,' said Abraham, who was at the tiller
again, while the other two were busy at the stove getting the breakfast.

'Hugh Tregarthen,' said I.

'Thank ye,' said he; 'and the lady?'

'Helga Nielsen.'

He nodded approvingly, as though pleased with the sound of the name.

'She's a nice little gal, upon my word!' said he; 'too good to belong to
any other country nor Britain. Them Danes gets hold of the English
tongue wonderful fast. Take a Swede or a Dutchman: it's _yaw yaw_ with
them to the end of their time. But I've met Danes as ye wouldn't know
from Deal men, so fust-class was their speech.' He slowly carried his
chin to his shoulder, to take a view of the weather astern, and then,
fastening his eyes with 'longshore leisureliness upon my face--and I now
noticed for the first time that he slightly squinted--he said, 'It's a
good job that we fell in with 'ee, Mr. Tregarthen; for if so be as you
two had kept all on washing about on that there raft till noon
to-day--and I give ye till noon--ye'd be wanting no man's help nor
prayers afterwards. It's agoing to blow.'

'Yes,' said I, 'there's wind enough in that sky there; in fact it's
freshening a bit already, isn't it?' For I now perceived the keener
feathering and sharper play upon the waters, and the harder and broader
racing of the yeast that was pouring away from either quarter of the
lugger. 'There's been a shift of the wind, too, I think,' I added,
trying to catch a sight of the dusky interior of a little compass-box
that stood on the seat close against Abraham.

'Yes, it's drawed norradly,' he answered. 'I ain't sorry, for it's like
justifying of me for not setting ye ashore. I _did_ think, when the
young lady asked me to steer for England, that I wasn't acting the part
of a humane man in refusing of her, and for keeping all on stretching
the distance between you and your home. But I reckoned upon the wind
drawing ahead for a homeward-bound course, and now it _has_; so that if
we was to keep you a week and get ye aboard a steamer at the end of it
you'd stand to get home sooner than if we was to down hellum now and
start aratching for your coast.'

'We owe our lives to you,' said I cordially. 'Not likely that we could
wish to inconvenience you by causing your lugger to swerve by so much as
a foot from her course.'



Just then Helga rose through the hatch. I caught an expression of
admiration in Abraham's face at her floating, graceful manner of passing
through the little aperture.

'She might ha' been born and bred in a lugger,' said he to me in a
hoarse whisper. 'Whoy, with the werry choicest and elegantest o' females
it 'ud be no more 'n an awkward scramble to squeeze through that hole.
Has she wings to her feet? I didn't see her use her elbows, did you?
And, my precious limbs! how easily she takes them thwarts!' by which he
meant her manner of passing over the seats of the boat.

Perhaps now I could find heart to admire the girl's figure. Certainly I
had had but small spirit for observation of that kind aboard the raft,
and THERE only had her shape been revealed to me; for in the barque no
hint was conveyed by her boyish attire of the charms it rudely and
heavily concealed. The sparkling brine with which she had refreshed her
face had put something of life into her pale cheeks, and there was a
faint bloom in her complexion that was slightly deepened by a delicate
glow as she smiled in response to my smile, and took a seat at my side.

'Them rashers smells first-class,' said Abraham, with a hungry snuffle.
'It must be prime ham as 'll steal to the nose, while cooking, dead in
the vind's eye.'

'Before breakfast is ready,' said I, 'I'll imitate Miss Nielsen's
example;' and with that I went forward, drew a bucket of water, dropped
into the forepeak, and enjoyed the most refreshing wash that I can call
to mind. One needs to be shipwrecked to appreciate these seeming
trifles. For my own part, I could scarcely realize that, saving my
oilskin-coat, I had not removed a stitch of my clothes since I had run
from my mother's house to the lifeboat. I came into the light that
streamed into the little hatch, and took a view of myself in the
looking-glass, and was surprised to find how trifling were the marks I
bore of the severe, I may truly say the desperate, experiences I had
passed through. My eyes retained their brightness, my cheeks their
colour. I was bearded, and therefore able to emerge triumphantly from a
prolonged passage of marine disaster without requiring to use a razor.
It is the stubbled chin that completes the gauntness of the shipwrecked

I have a lively recollection of that breakfast--our first meal aboard
the _Early Morn_. Rashers of ham hissed in the frying-pan: each of us
grasped a thick china mug full of black coffee; the bag of biscuits we
had brought with us from the barque lay yawning at our feet, and
everyone helped himself. The boatmen chawed away solemnly, as though
they were masticating quids of tobacco, each man falling to with a huge
clasp-knife that doubtless communicated a distinct flavour of tarred
hemp to whatever the blade came in contact with. Indeed, they cut up
their victuals as they might cut up tobacco: working at it with extended
arms and backward-leaning posture, putting bits of the food together as
though to fit their mouths, and then whipping the morsel on the tips of
their knives through their leathery lips with a slow chaw-chaw of their
under-jaws that made one think of a cow busy with the cud. Their
leisurely behaviour carried me in imagination to the English seaside;
for these were the sort of men who, swift as might be their movements in
an hour of necessity, were the most loafing of loungers in times of
idleness--men who could not stand upright, who polished the hardest
granite by constant friction with their fearnaught trousers, but who
were yet the fittest central objects imaginable for that prospect of
golden sand, calm blue sea, marble-white pier and terraces of cliff
lifting their summits of sloping green high into the sweet clear
atmosphere which one has in mind when one thinks of the holiday coast of
the old home.

The man named Thomas, having cooked the breakfast, had taken the helm,
but the obligation of steering did not interfere with his eating. In
fact, I observed that he steered with the small of his back, helping the
helm now and again by a slight touch of the tiller with his elbow, while
he fell to on the plate upon his knee. For my part, I was as hungry as
a wolf, and fed heartily, as the old voyagers would have said. Helga,
too, did very well; indeed, her grief had half starved her; and mighty
glad was I to see this fair and dainty little heart of oak making a
meal, for it was a good assurance in its way that she was fighting with
her sorrow and was beginning to look at the future without the bitter
sadness that was in her gaze yesterday.

But while we sat eating and chatting, the wind continued to slowly
freshen; the foresheet had tautened to the rigidity of iron, and now and
again the lugger made a plunge that would send a bright mass of white
water rolling away from either bow. The wind, however, was almost over
the stern, and we bowled along before it on a level keel, save when some
scend of sea, lifting her under the quarter, threw the little fabric
along with a slanting mast and a sharper drum-like rolling out of the
heart of the distended canvas as the lugger recovered herself with a
saucy swing to starboard.

'Who says we ain't going to reach Australey?' exclaimed Abraham, pulling
out a short pipe and filling it, with a slow, satisfied grin at the
yeasty dazzle over the lee-rail, to which the eye, fastened upon it,
was stooped at times so close that the brain seemed to dance to the wild
and brilliant gyrations of the milky race.

'A strange fancy,' said I, 'for a man to buy a Deal lugger for Sydney

'If it warn't for strange fancies,' said Thomas, with a sour glance, 'it
'ud be a poor look-out for the likes of such as me.'

'Tell ye what I'm agoing to miss in this here ramble,' exclaimed Jacob.
'That's beer, mates!'

'Beer 'll come the sweeter for the want of it,' said Abraham, with a
sympathetic face. 'Still, I must say, when a man feels down there's
nothin' like a point o' beer.'

'What's drunk in your country, mum?' said Jacob.

'Everything that you drink in England,' Helga answered.

'But I allow,' grunted Thomas, fixing a morose eye upon the horizon,
'that the Scandinavians, as the Danes and likevise the Svedes, along
with other nations, incloodin' of the Roosians, is called, ben't so
particular in the matter o' drink as the English, to say nothen o' Deal
men. Whoy,' he added, with a voice of contempt, 'they're often content
to do without it. Capt'ns and owners know that. The Scandinavian fancies
is so cheap that you may fill your fo'k'sle with twenty sailors on tarms
that'ud starve six Englishmen.'

'The Danes are good sailors,' said Helga, looking at him, 'and they are
the better sailors because they are a sober people.'

'I've got nothen to say agin 'em as sailors,' retorted Thomas; 'but they
ships too cheap, mum--they ships too cheap.'

'They will take what an Englishman will take!' exclaimed Helga, with a
little sparkle in her eye.

'So they will, mum--so they will!' exclaimed Abraham soothingly. 'The
Dane's a fust-class sailor and a temperate man, and when Tommy there'll
give me an opportunity of saying as much for _him_ I'll proclaim it.'

I was standing up, peering round the sea, for perhaps the tenth time
that morning, when, happening to have my eyes directed astern, as the
lugger ran in one of her graceful, buoyant, soaring launches to the
summit of a little surge--for the freshening of the wind had already
set the water running in heaps, noticeable even now for weight and
velocity aboard that open craft of eighteen tons, though from the height
of a big ship the seas would have been no more than a pleasant wrinkling
of the northerly swell--I say, happening to look astern at that moment,
I caught sight of a flake of white poised starlike over the rim of the
ocean. The lugger sank, then rose again, and again I spied that bland
moonlike point of canvas.

'A sail!' said I; 'but unhappily in chase of us. Always, in such times
as these, whatever shows shows at the wrong end.'

Abraham stood up to look, saw the object, and seated himself in silence.

'How are you heading the lugger?' cried I.

'Sou'-sou'-west,' he answered.

'What course have you determined on?' said I, anxious to gather from the
character of his navigation what might be our chances of falling in with
the homeward-bounders.

'Why, keep on heading as we go,' he answered, 'till we strike the
north-east trades, which are to be met with a-blowing at about
two-and-twenty degrees no'the; then bring the _Airly Marn_ to about
south. When the hequator's crossed,' continued he, smoking, with his
head well sunk between his coat-collars, 'we strikes off to the west'ard
again for the hisland of Trinidad--not to soight it; but when we gits
into its latitude we starboards for the south-east trades, and goes away
for the Cape o' Good Hope. Are ye anything of a navigator yourself?'

'No,' I answered, which was true enough, though I was not so wholly
ignorant of the art of conducting a ship from one place to another, as
not to listen with the utmost degree of astonishment to this simple
boatman's programme of the voyage to Australia.

He whipped open the same locker from which he had taken the rough toilet
articles, and extracted a little blue-backed track-chart of the world,
which he opened and laid across his knees.

'I suppose ye can read, sir?' said he, not at all designing to be
offensive, as was readily gatherable from his countenance, merely
putting the question, as I easily saw, out of his experience of the
culture of Deal beach.

Helga laughed.

'Yes, I can read a little,' said I.

'Well, then,' said he, laying a twisted stump of thumb upon the chart,
'here's the whole blooming woyage wrote down by Capt'n Israel Brown, of
the _Turk's Head_, a wessel that was in the Downs when my mates and me
agreed for to undertake this job. He took me into his cabin, and pulling
out this here chart he marked these lines as you see down upon it.
"There, Abraham!" he says, says he; "you steer according to these here
directions, and your lugger 'll hit Sydney Bay like threading a

I looked at the chart, and discovered that the course marked upon it
would carry the lugger to the westward of Madeira. It was not suggested
by the indications that any port was to be touched at, or, indeed, any
land to be made until Table Bay was reached. The two men, Jacob and
Tommy, were eyeing me eagerly, as though thirsting for an argument. This
determined me not to hazard any criticism. I merely said:

'I understood from you, I think, that you depend upon ships supplying
you with your wants.'

Abraham responded with an emphatic nod.

Well, thought I, I suppose the fellows know what they are about; but in
the face of that chart I could not but feel mightily thankful that Helga
and I stood the chance of being transhipped long before experience
should have taught the men that charity was as little to be depended
upon at sea as ashore. They talked of five months, and even of six, in
making the run, and who was to question such a possibility when the
distance, the size of the boat, the vast areas of furious tempest and of
rotting calm which lay ahead, were considered? The mere notion of the
sense of profound tediousness, of sickening wearisomeness, which must
speedily come, sent a shudder through me when I looked at the open
craft, whose length might have been measured by an active jumper in a
couple of bounds, in which there was no space for walking, and, for the
matter of that, not very much room for moving, what with the contiguity
of the thwarts and the incumbrances of lockers, spare masts and oars,
the pump, the stove, the little deck forward, the boat, and the rest of
the furniture.

I asked Abraham how they managed in the matter of keeping a look-out.

'One tarns in for four hours, and t'other two keep the watch, one
a-steering for two hours and the other relieving him arterwards.'

'That gives you eight hours on deck and four hours' sleep,' said Helga.

'Quite right, mum.'

'Eight hours of deck is too much,' she cried; 'there should have been
four of you. Then it would have been watch and watch.'

'Ay, and another share to bring down ourn,' exclaimed Thomas.

'Mr. Abraham,' said Helga, 'Mr. Tregarthen has told you that I can
steer. I promise you that while I am at the helm the lugger's course
shall be as true as a hair, as you sailors say. I can also keep a
look-out. Many and many a time have I kept watch on board my father's
ship. While we are with you, you must let me make one of your crew.'

'I, too, am reckoned a middling hand at the helm,' said I; 'so while we
are here, there will be five of us to do the lugger's work.'

Abraham looked at the girl admiringly.

'You're werry good, lady,' he said: 'I dorn't doubt your willingness.
On board a ship I shouldn't doubt your capacity; but the handling of
these here luggers is a job as needs the eddication of years. Us Deal
boatmen are born into the work, and them as ain't, commonly perish when
they tries their hand at it.'

''Sides, it's a long woyage,' growled Thomas, 'and if more shares is to
be made of it I'm for going home.'

'You're always a-thinking of the shares, Tommy,' cried Abraham; 'the
gent and the lady means nothing but koindness. No, mum, thanking you all
the same,' continued he, giving Helga an ungainly but respectful
sea-bow. 'You're shipwrecked passengers, and our duty is to put ye in
the way of getting home. That's what you expect of us; and what we
expect of you is that you'll make your minds easy and keep comfortable
ontil ye leave us.'

I thanked him warmly, and then stood up to take another look at the
vessel that was overhauling us astern. She was rising fast, already
dashing the sky past the blue ridges of the ocean with a broad gleam of

'Helga,' said I softly, 'there's a large ship rapidly coming up astern.
Shall we ask these men to put us aboard her?'

She fastened her pretty blue eyes thoughtfully upon me.

'She is not going home, Hugh.'

'No, nor is the lugger. That ship should make us a more comfortable home
than this little craft, until we can get aboard another vessel.'

She continued to eye me thoughtfully, and then said: 'This lugger will
give us a better chance of getting home quickly than that ship. These
men will run down to a vessel, or even chase one to oblige us and to get
rid of us; but a ship like that,' said she, looking astern, 'is always
in a hurry when the wind blows, and is rarely very willing to back her
topsail. And then think what a swift ship she must be, to judge from her
manner of overtaking us! The swifter, the worse for us, Hugh--I mean,
the farther you will be carried away from your home.'

She met my eyes with a faint wistful smile upon her face, as though she
feared I would think her forward.

'You are right, Helga,' said I. 'You are every inch a sailor. We will
stick to the lugger.'

Abraham went forward to lie down, after instructing Jacob to arouse him
at a quarter before noon, that he might shoot the sun. Thomas sat with a
sulky countenance at the helm, and Jacob overhung the rail close against
the foresheet, his chin upon his hairy wrist, and his gaze levelled at
the horizon, after the mechanical fashion of the 'longshoreman afloat.
At intervals the wind continued to freshen in small 'guns,' to use the
expressive old term--in little blasts or shocks of squall, which flashed
with a shriek into the concavity of the lug, leaving the wind steady
again, but stronger, with a higher tone in the moan of it above and a
stormier boiling of the waters round about the lugger, that seemed to be
swirling along as though a comet had got her in tow, though this sense
of speed was no doubt sharpened by the closeness of the hissing white
waters to the rail. Yet shortly after ten o'clock the ship astern had
risen to her waterline, and was picking us up as though, forsooth, we
were riding to a sea-anchor.

A nobler ocean picture never delighted a landsman's vision. The
snow-white spires of the oncoming ship swayed with solemn and stately
motions to the underrun of the quartering sea. She had studdingsails out
to starboard, one mounting to another in a very pyramid of soft milky
cloths, and her wings of jibs, almost becalmed, floated airily from
masthead to bowsprit and jibboom-end like symmetric fragments of fleecy
cloud rent from the stately mass of fabric that soared behind them
brilliant in the flashing sunshine. Each time our lugger was hove
upwards I would spy the dazzling smother of the foam, which the shearing
cutwater of the clipper, driven by a power greater than steam, was
piling to the hawse-pipes, even to the very burying of the
forecastle-head to some of the majestic structure's curtseys.

Helga watched her with clasped hands and parted lips and glowing blue
eyes full of spirit and delight. The glorious sea-piece seemed to
suspend memory in her; all look of grief was gone out of her face; her
very being appeared to have blent itself with that windy, flying,
triumphant oceanic show, and her looks of elation--the abandonment of
herself to the impulse and the spirit of what she viewed, assured me
that if ever old Ocean owned a daughter, its child was the pale,
blue-eyed, yellow-haired maiden who sat with rapt gaze and swift
respiration at my side.

Jacob, who had been eyeing the ship listlessly, suddenly started into an
air of life and astonishment.

'Whoy, Tommy,' cried he, grasping the rail and staring over the stern,
out of his hunched shoulders, 'pisen me, mate, if she ain't the

Thomas slowly and sulkily turned his chin upon his shoulder, and after a
short stare, put his back again on the ship, and said: 'Yes, that's the
_Thermoppilly_, right enough!'

'The _Thermopylæ_?' said I. 'Do you mean the famous Aberdeen clipper?'

'Ay,' cried Jacob, 'that's her! Ain't she a beauty? My oye, what a run!
What's agoing to touch her? Look at them mastheads! Tall enough to foul
the stars, Tommy, and _de_-range the blooming solar system.'

He beat his thigh in his enjoyment of the sight, and continued to
deliver himself of a number of nautical observations expressive of his
admiration and of the merits of the approaching vessel.

She had slightly shifted her helm, as I might take it, to have a look at
us, and would pass us close. The thunder of the wind in her towering
heights came along to our ears in the sweep of the air in a low
continuous note of thunder. You could hear the boiling of the water
bursting and pouring from her bows: her copper gleamed to every
starboard roll on the white peaks of the sea along her bends in dull
flashes as of a stormy sunset, with a frequent starlike sparkling about
her from brass or glass. How swiftly she was passing us I could not have
imagined until she was on our quarter, and then abreast of us--so close
that I could distinguish the face of a man standing aft looking at us,
of the fellow at the wheel, of a man at the break of the short poop
singing out orders in a voice whose every syllable rang clearly to our
hearing. A crowd of seamen were engaged in getting in the lower
studdingsail, and this great sail went melting out against the hard
mottled-blue of the sky as the clipper stormed past.

Jacob sprang on to a thwart, and in an ecstasy of greeting that made a
very windmill of his arms shrieked rather than roared out, 'How d'ye do,
sir?--how d'ye do, sir? How are ye, sir? Glad to see ye, sir!'

The man that he addressed stared a moment, and hastily withdrew, and
returned with a binocular glass which he levelled at us for a moment,
then flourished his hand.

'What are you doing down here, Jacob?' he bawled.

'Going to Australey!' shouted Jacob.

'_Where?_' roared the other.

'To Sydney, New South Vales!' shouted Jacob.

The man, who was probably the captain, put his finger against his nose
and wagged his head; but further speech was no longer possible.

'He don't believe us!' roared Jacob to his mate, and forthwith fell to
making twenty extravagant gestures towards the ship in notification of
his sincerity.

The wonderful squareness of the ship's canvas stole out as she gave us
her stern, with the foam of her wake rushing from under the counter like
to the dazzling backwash of a huge paddle-wheel, and she seemed to fill
the south-west heaven with her cloths, so high and broad did those
complicated pinions, soaring to the trucks, look to us from the low seat
of the bounding and sputtering lugger.

'Lord now!' cried Jacob, 'if she'd only give us the end of a tow-rope!'

'Yes,' said I, gazing with admiration at the beautiful figure of the
ship rapidly forging ahead, and already diminishing into an exquisite
daintiness and delicacy of shape and tint, 'you would not, in that case,
have to talk of five and six months to Australia.'

At a quarter before twelve she was the merest toy ahead--just a glance
of mother-of-pearl upon the horizon; but by this hour it was blowing a
strong breeze of wind, and when Abraham came out of the forepeak he
called to Jacob, and between them they eased up the fore-halliards and
hooked the sheet to the second staken--in other words, to a sort of
cringle or loop, of which there were four; then, having knotted the reef
points, Abraham came aft to seek for the sun.

My humour was not a little pensive, for the sea that was now running
was a verification of the boatman's words to me, and I could not keep my
thoughts away from what must have happened to Helga and me had we not
been mercifully taken off the raft. The lugger rose buoyantly to each
flickering, seething head; but, in spite of my lifeboat experiences, I
could not help watching with a certain anxiety the headlong rush of foam
to her counter, nor could I feel the wild, ball-like toss the strong
Atlantic surge would give to our eggshell of a boat, without misgiving
as to the sort of weather she was likely to make should such another
storm as had foundered the _Anine_ come down upon the ocean. I was also
vexed to the heart by the speed at which we were driving, and by the
assurance--I was seafarer enough to understand--that in such a lump of a
sea as was now running there would be a very small probability indeed of
our being able to board, or even to get alongside of, a
homeward-bounder, though twenty vessels, close-hauled for England,
should travel past us in an hour. How far were we to be transported into
this great ocean before the luck of the sea should put us in the way of
returning home? These were considerations to greatly subdue my spirits;
and there was also the horror that memory brought when I glanced at the
rushing headlong waters and thought of the raft.

I looked at Helga: her eyes were slowly sweeping the horizon, and on
their coming to mine the tender blue of them seemed to darken to a
gentle smile. Whatever her heart might be thinking of, assuredly no
trace of the misgivings which were worrying me were discernible in her.
The shadow of the grief that had been upon her face during the morning
had returned with the passing away of the life the noble picture of the
ship had kindled in her; but there was nothing in it to weaken in her
lineaments their characteristic expression of firmness and resolution
and spirit. Her tremorless lips lay parted to the sweep of the wind; her
admirable little figure yielded to the bounding, often violent, jerking
motions of the lugger with the grace of a consummate horsewoman, who is
one with the brave swift creature she rides; her short yellow hair
trembled under the dark velvet-like skin of her turban-shaped hat, as
though each gust raised a showering of gold-dust about her neck and

Yet I believe, had I been under sentence of death, I must have laughed
outright at the spectacle of Abraham bobbing at the sun with an
old-fashioned quadrant that might well have been in use for forty years.
He stood up on straddled legs, with the aged instrument at his eye,
mopping and mowing at the luminary in the south, and biting hard in his
puzzlement and efforts at a piece of tobacco that stood out in his
cheeks like a knob.

'He's a blazing long time in making height bells, hain't he, to-day!'
said Jacob, addressing Abraham, and referring to the sun.

'He's all right,' answered Abraham, talking with his eye at the little
telescope. 'You leave him to me, mate; keep you quiet, and I'll be
telling you what o'clock it is presently.'

Helga turned her head to conceal her face, and, indeed, no countenance
more comical than Abraham's could be imagined, what with the mastication
of his jaws, which kept his ears and the muscles of his forehead moving,
and what with the intensity of the screwed-up expression of his closed
eye and the slow wagging of his beard, like the tail of a pigeon newly

'Height bells!' he suddenly roared in a voice of triumph, at the same
time whipping out a huge silver watch, at which he stared for some
moments, holding the watch out at arm's-length, as though time was not
to be very easily read. 'Blowed if it ben't one o'clock at Deal!' he
cried. 'Only fancy being able to make or lose time as ye loike. Werry
useful ashore, sir, that 'ud be, 'ticularly when you've got a bill
afalling doo.'

He then seated himself in the stern-sheets, and, producing a small book
and a lead pencil from the locker, went to work to calculate his
latitude. It was a very rough, ready, and primitive sort of reckoning.
He eyed the paper with a knowing face, often scratching the hair over
his ear and looking up at the sky with counting lips; then, being
satisfied, he administered a nod all round, took out his chart, and,
having made a mark upon it, exclaimed, while he returned it to the
locker, 'There, that job's over till twelve o'clock to-morrow.' This
said, he extracted a log-book that already looked as though it had been
twice round the world, together with a little penny bottle of ink and a
pen, and, with the book open upon his knee, forthwith entered the
latitude (as he made it) in the column ruled for that purpose; but I
could not see that he made any attempt even at guessing at his
longitude, though I noticed that he wrote down the speed of his little
craft, which he obtained--and I dare say as correctly as if he had hove
the log--by casting his eye over the side.

'How d'ye spell _Thermoppilly_?' said he, addressing us generally.

I told him.

'Just want to state here that we sighted her, that's all,' said he;
'this here space with "Remarks" wrote atop has got to be filled up, I
suppose? At about wan o'clock this marning,' he exclaimed, speaking very
slowly, and writing as he spoke, 'fell in with a raft--how's raft spelt,
master?--two r's?' I spelt the word for him.--'Thank'ee! Fell in with a
raft, and took off a lady and gent. There, that'll be the noose for
twenty-four hours! Now let's go to dinner.'

This mid-day meal was composed of a piece of corned beef, some ship's
biscuit and cheese. I might have found a better appetite had there been
less wind, and had the boat's head been pointed the other way. All the
time now the lugger was swarming through it at the rate of steam. There
was already a strong sea running too, the storminess of which we should
have felt had we had it on the bow; but our arrowy speeding before it
softened the fierceness of its sweeping hurls, and the wind for the same
reason came with half the weight it really had, though we must have been
reefed down to a mere strip of canvas had we been close-hauled. The sun
shone with a dim and windy light out of the sky that was hard with a
pie-balding of cloud.

'What is the weather going to prove?' I asked Abraham.

He munched leisurely, with a slow look to windward, and answered,
''Tain't going to be worse nor ye see it.'

'Have you a barometer?' said I.

'No,' he answered; 'they're no good. In a boat arter this here pattern,
what's the use of knowing what's agoing to come? It's only a-letting go
a rope an' you're under bare poles. Marcury's all very well in a big
ship, where ye may be taken aback clean out o' the sky, and lose every
spar down to the stumps of the lower masts.'

Though I constantly kept a look-out, sending my eyes roaming over either
bow past the smooth and foaming curves of seas rushing ahead of us, I
was very sensible, as I have said, that nothing was to be done in such
hollow waters as we were now rushing through, though we should sight a
score of homeward-bounders. Yet, spite of the wonderful life that strong
northerly wind swept into the ocean, nothing whatever showed during the
rest of the day, if I except a single tip of canvas that hovered for
about a quarter of an hour some two or three leagues down in the east,
like a little wreath of mountain mist. The incessant pouring of the wind
past the ear, the shouting and whistling of it as it flashed spray-laden
off each foaming peak in chase of us, grew inexpressibly sickening and
wearying to me, coming as it did after our long exposure to the fierce
weather of the earlier days. The thwarts or lockers brought our heads
above the line of the gunwale, and to remedy this I asked leave to drag
a spare sail aft into the bottom of the boat, and there Helga and I sat,
somewhat sheltered at least, and capable of conversing without being
obliged to cry out.



We passed the afternoon in this way. Jacob was forward, sleeping;
Thomas's turn at the helm had come round again; and Abraham lay over the
lee rail, within grasp of the foresheet, lost in contemplation of the
rushing waters.

'Where and when is this experience of ours going to end?' said I to
Helga as we sat chatting.

'How fast are we travelling?' she asked.

'Between eight and nine miles an hour,' I answered.

'This has been our speed during the greater part of the day,' she said.
'Your home grows more and more distant, Hugh; but you will return to

'Oh, I fear for neither of us, Helga,' said I. 'Were it not for my
mother, I should not be anxious. But it will soon be a week since I
left her, and, if she should hear that I was blown away out of the bay
in the _Anine_, she will conclude that I perished in the vessel.'

'We must pray that God will support her and give her strength to await
your return,' said she, speaking sadly, with her eyes bent down.

What more could she say? It was one of those passages in life in which
one is made to feel that Providence is all in all, when the very
instinct of human action in one is arrested, and when there comes upon
the spirit a deep pause of waiting for God's will.

I looked at her earnestly as she sat by my side, and found myself
dwelling with an almost loverlike pleasure upon the graces of her pale
face, the delicacy of her lineaments, the refinement of prettiness that
was heightened into something of dignity, maidenly as it was, by the
fortitude of spirit her countenance expressed.

'Helga,' said I, 'what will you do when you return to Kolding?'

'I shall have to think,' she answered, with the scarcely perceptible
accent of a passing tremor in her voice.

'You have no relatives, your father told me.'

'No; none. A few friends, but no relatives.'

'But your father has a house at Kolding?'

'He rented a house, but it will be no home for me if I cannot afford to
maintain it. But let my future be _my_ trouble, Hugh,' said she gently,
looking at me, and always pronouncing my name as a sister might a

'Oh no!' said I. 'I am under a promise to your father--a promise that
his death makes binding as a sacred oath upon me. Your future must be
_my_ business. If I carry you home in safety--I mean to my mother's
home, Helga--I shall consider that I saved your life; and the life a man
rescues it should be his privilege to render as easy and happy as it may
lie in his power to make it. You have friends in my mother and me, even
though you had not another in the wide world. So, Helga,' said I, taking
her hand, 'however our strange rambles may end, you will promise me not
to fret over what your future may hold when you get ashore.'

She looked at me with her eyes impassioned with gratitude. Her lips
moved, but no word escaped her, and she averted her face to hide her

Poor, brave, gentle little Helga! I spoke but out of my friendship and
my sympathy for her, as who would not, situated as I was with her, my
companion in distress, now an orphan, desolate, friendless, and poor?
Yet I little knew then, heedless and inexperienced as I was in such
matters, how pity in the heart of a young man will swiftly sweeten into
deeper emotion when the object of it is young and fair and loving, and
alone in the world.

The sun went down on a wild scene of troubled, running, foaming waters,
darkling into green as they leapt and broke along the western sky, that
was of a thunderous, smoky tincture, with a hot, dim, and stormy scarlet
which flushed the clouds to the zenith. Yet there had been no increase
in the wind during the afternoon. It had settled into a hard breeze,
good for outward-bounders, but of a sort to send everything heading
north that was not steam scattering east and west, with yards
fore-and-aft and tacks complaining.

By this time I had grown very well used to the motion of the lugger,
had marked her easy flight from liquid peak into foam-laced valley, the
onward buoyant bound again, the steady rush upon the head of the
creaming sea, with foam to the line of the bulwark-rail, and the air for
an instant snowlike with flying spume, and all the while the inside of
the boat as dry as toast. This, I say, I had noticed with increasing
admiration of the sea-going qualities of the hearty, bouncing, stalwart
little fabric; and I was no longer sensible of the anxiety that had
before possessed me when I thought of this undecked lugger struggling
with a strong and lumpish sea--a mere yawn upon the water, saving her
forecastle--so that a single billow tumbling over the rail must send her
to the bottom.

'Small wonder,' said I to Helga, as we sat watching the sunset and
marking the behaviour of the boat, 'that these Deal luggers should have
the greatest reputation of any 'longshore craft around the English
coasts, if they are all like this vessel! Her crew's adventure for
Australia is no longer the astonishment I first found it. One might
fearlessly sail round the world in such a craft.'

'Yes,' she answered softly in my ear--for surly Thomas sat hard by--'if
the men had the qualities of the boat! But how are they to reach
Australia without knowing their longitude? And if you were one of the
party, would you trust Abraham's latitude? My father taught me
navigation; and, though I am far from skilful at it, I know quite enough
to feel sure that such a rough observation as Abraham took to day will,
every twenty-four hours, make him three or four miles wrong, even in his
latitude. Where, then, will the _Early Morn_ blunder to?'

'Well, they are plainly a sensitive crew,' said I, 'and if we want their
goodwill, our business is to carry admiring faces, to find everything
right, and say nothing.'

This chat was ended by Abraham joining us.

'Now, lady,' said he, 'when would ye like to tarn in? The forepeak's to
be yourn for the night. Name your hour, and whosoever's in it'll have to
clear out.'

'I am grateful indeed!' she exclaimed, putting her hand upon his great
hairy paw in a pretty, caressing way.

'Abraham,' said I, 'I hope we shall meet again after we have separated.
I'll not forget your kindness to Miss Nielsen.'

'Say nothen about it, sir; say nothen about it!' he cried heartily.
'She's a sailor's daughter, for all he warn't an Englishman. Her father
lies drownded, Mr. Tregarthen. If he was like his lass he'll have had a
good heart, sir, and the sort of countenance one takes to at the first
sight o't.' By the rusty light still living in the west I saw him turn
his head to look forward and then aft; then lowering his voice into a
deep sea growl he exclaimed: 'There's wan thing I should like to say:
there's no call for either of ye to take any notice along of old Tommy.
His feelings is all right; it's his vays as are wrong. Fact is,' and
here he sent another look forward and then aft, 'Tommy's been a
disapp'inted man in his marriages. His first vife took to drink, and was
always a-combing of his hair with a three-legged stool, as Jack says.
His second vife has the heart of a flint, spite of her prowiding him
with ten children, fower by her first and six by Tommy. Of course it's
got nothen to do with _me_; but there ain't the loike of Molly Budd--I
mean Tommy's vife--in all Deal--ay, ye may say in all Kent--for
vickedness. Tommy owned to me wan day that though she'd lost
children--ay, and though she'd lost good money tew--he'd never knowed
her to shed a tear saving wonst. That was when she went out a-chairing.
The master of the house had been in the habit of leaving the beer-key in
the cask for th' ale to be sarved out by the hupper servant. Molly Budd
was a-cleaning there one day, when down comes word for the key to be
drawed out of the cask, and never no more to be left in it. This started
Molly. She broke down and cried for a hour. Tommy had some hopes of her
on that, but she dried up arterwards, and has never showed any sort of
weakness since. But, of course, this is between you and me and the
bed-post, Mr. Tregarthen.'

'Oh, certainly!' said I.

'And now about the lady's sleeping,' he continued.

'I was anxious to see her snugly under cover; but she was in trouble to
know how I was to get rest. I pointed to the open space under that
overhanging ledge of deck which I have before described, and told her
that I should find as good a bedroom there as I needed. So after some
little discussion it was arranged that she should take possession of the
forepeak at nine o'clock, and, meanwhile, Abraham undertook to so
bulkhead the opening under the deck with a spare mizenmast-yard and sail
as to ensure as much shelter as I should require. I believe he observed
Helga's solicitude about me, and proposed this merely to please her: and
for the same motive I consented, though I was very unwilling to give the
poor honest fellows any unnecessary trouble.

When the twilight died out, the night came down very black. A few lean,
windy stars hovered wanly in the dark heights, and no light whatever
fell from the sky; but the atmosphere low down upon the ocean was pale
with the glare of the foam that was plentifully arching from the heads
of the seas, and this vague illumination was in the boat to the degree
that our figures were almost visible one to another. Indeed, a sort of
wave of ghastly sheen would pass through the darkness amid which we sat
each time the lugger buried herself in the foam raised by her shearing
bounds, as though the dim reflection of a giant lantern had been thrown
upon us from on high by some vast shadowy hand searching for what might
be upon the sea.

When nine o'clock arrived, Abraham went forward and routed Thomas out of
the forepeak. The man muttered as he came aft to where we were, but I
was resolved to have no ears for anything he might say at such a time. A
sailor disturbed in his rest, grim, unshorn, scarcely awake, with the
nipping night blast to exchange for his blanket, is proverbially the
sulkiest and most growling of human wretches.

'I will see you to your chamber door, Helga,' said I, laughing.
'Abraham, can you spare the lady this lantern? She will not long need

'She can have it as long as she likes,' he answered. 'Good-night to you,
mum, and I hope you'll sleep well, I'm sure. Feared ye'll find the
forepeak a bit noisy arter the silence of a big vessel's cabin.'

She made some answer, and I picked up the lantern that had been placed
in the bottom of the boat for us to sit round, and, with my companion,
went clambering over the thwarts to the hatch.

'It is a dark little hole for you to sleep in, Helga,' said I, holding
the lantern over the hatch while I peered down, 'but then--this time
last night! Our chances we _now_ know, but what were our hopes?'

'We may be even safer this time to-morrow night,' she answered, 'and
rapidly making for England, let us pray!'

'Ay, indeed!' said I. 'Well, if you will get below, I will hand you down
the light. Good-night, sleep well, and God bless you!'

I grasped and held her hand, then let it go, and she descended, carrying
with her the little parcel she had brought with her from the barque.

I gave her the lantern, and returned to smoke a pipe in the bottom of
the boat under the shelter of the stern sheets, before crawling to the
sail that was to form my bed under the overhanging deck. Thomas, whose
watch below it still was, was already resting under the ledge, Abraham
steered, and Jacob sat with a pipe in his mouth to leeward. I noticed
that one of these men always placed himself within instant reach of the
foresheet. Abraham's talk altogether concerned Helga. He asked many
questions about her, and got me to tell for the second time the story of
her father's death upon the raft. He frequently broke into homely
expressions of sympathy, and when I paused, after telling him that the
girl was an orphan and without means, he said:

'Beg pardon, Mr. Tregarthen; but might I make so bold as to ask if so be
as you're a married man?'

'No,' said I; 'I am single.'

'And is her heart her own, sir, d'ye know?' said he. 'For as like as not
there may be some young Danish gent as keeps company with her ashore.'

'I can't tell you that,' said I.

'If so be as her heart's her own,' said he, 'then I think even old Tommy
could tell 'ee what's agoing to happen.'

'What do you mean?' I asked.

'Why, of course,' said he, 'you're bound to marry her!'

As she was out of hearing, I could well afford to laugh.

'Well,' said I, 'the sea has been the cause of more wonderful things
than that! Any way, if I'm to marry her, you must put me in the way of
doing so by sending us home as soon as you can.'

'Oy,' said he, 'that we'll do, and I don't reckon, master, that you'd
be dispoged to wait ontil we've returned from Australey, that Tommy and
me and Jacob might have the satisfaction of drinking your healths and
cutting a caper at your marriage.'

Jacob broke into a short roar that might or might not have denoted a

'I shall now turn in,' said I, 'for I am sleepy. But first I will see if
Miss Nielsen is in want of anything, and bring the lantern aft to you.'

I went forward and looked down the hatch. By stooping, so as to bring my
face on a level with the coaming, I could see the girl. She had placed
the lantern in her bunk, and was kneeling in prayer. Her mother's
picture was placed behind the lantern, where it lay visible to her, and
she held the Bible she had brought from the barque; but that she could
read it in that light I doubted. I supposed, therefore, that she grasped
it for its sacredness as an object and a relic while she prayed, as a
Roman Catholic might hold a crucifix.

I cannot express how much I was affected by this simple picture. Not for
a million would I have wished her to guess that I watched her; and yet,
knowing that she was unconscious I was near, I felt I was no intruder.
She had removed her hat: the lantern-light touched her pale hair, and I
could see her lips moving as she prayed, with a frequent lifting of her
soft eyes. But the beauty, the wonder, the impressiveness of this
picture of maidenly devotion came to it from what surrounded it. The
little forepeak, dimly irradiated, showed like some fancy of an old
painter upon the shadows and lights of whose masterly canvas lies the
gloom of time. The strong wind was full of the noise of warring waters,
and of its own wild crying; the foam of the surge roared about the
lugger's cleaving bows, and to this was to be added the swift leaps, the
level poising, the shooting, downward rushes of the little structure
upon that wide, dark breast of wind-swept Atlantic.

She rose to her feet, and, stooping always, for her stature exceeded the
height of the upper deck, she carefully replaced the Bible and picture
in their cover. I withdrew, and, after waiting a minute or two, I
approached again and called down to ask if all was well with her. 'Yes,
Hugh,' she answered, coming under the hatch with the lantern. 'I have
made my bed. It was easily made. Will you take this light? The men may
want it, and I shall not need to see down here.'

I grasped the lantern, and told her I would hold it in the hatch that it
might light her while she got into her bunk.

'Good-night, Hugh,' said she, and presently called, in her clear, gentle
voice, to let me know that she was lying down; on which I took the
lantern aft, and, without more ado, crawled under the platform, or raft,
as the Deal boatmen called it, crept into a sail, and in a few moments
was sound asleep.

And now for three days, incredible as it will appear to those who are
acquainted with that part of the sea which the lugger was then
traversing, we sighted nothing--nothing, I mean, that provided us with
the slenderest opportunity of speaking it. At very long intervals, it
would be a little streak of canvas on the starboard or port sea-line, or
some smudge of smoke from a steamer whose funnel was below the horizon;
nothing more, and these so remote that the dim apparitions were as
useless to us as though they had never been.

The wind held northerly, and on the Friday and Saturday it blew freshly,
and in those hours Abraham reckoned that the _Early Morn_ had done a
good two hundred and twenty miles in every day, counting from noon to
noon. I was for ever searching the sea, and Helga's gaze was as constant
as mine; until the eternal barrenness of the sinuous line of the ocean
induced a kind of heart-sickness in me, and I would dismount from the
thwart in a passion of vexation and disappointment, asking what had
happened that no ship showed? Into what part of the sea had we drifted?
Could this veritably be the confines of the Atlantic off the Biscayan
coast and waters? or had we been transported by some devil into an
unnavigated tract of ocean on the other side of the world?

'There's no want of ships,' Abraham said. 'The cuss of the matter is, we
don't fall in with them. S'elp me, if I could only find one to give me a
chance, I'd chivey her even if she showed the canvas of a _R'yal

'If this goes on you'll have to carry us to Australia,' said I, guessing
from my spirits as I spoke that I was carrying an uncommonly long and
dismal countenance.

'Hope not,' exclaimed sour Tommy, who was at the helm at this time of
conversation. ''Taint that we objects to your company; but where's the
grub for five souls a-coming from?'

'Don't say nothen about that,' said Abraham sharply. 'Both the gent and
the lady brought their own grub along with them. _That_ ye know, Tommy,
and I allow that ye hain't found their ham bad eating either. They
came,' he added, softening as he looked at his mate, 'like a poor man's
twins, each with a loaf clapped by the angels on to its back.'

It was true enough that the provisions which had been removed from the
raft would have sufficed Helga and me--well, I dare say, for a whole
month, and perhaps six weeks, but for the three of the crew falling to
the stock; and therefore I was not concerned by the reflection that we
were eating into the poor fellows' slender larder. But, for all that,
Thomas's remark touched me closely. I felt that if the three fellows,
hearty and sailorly as were Abraham and Jacob--I say, I felt that if
these three men were not already weary of us they must soon become so,
more particularly if it should happen that they met with no ship to
supply them with what they might require; in which case they would have
to make for the nearest port, a delay they would attribute to us, and
that might set them grumbling in their gizzards, and render us both
miserable until we got ashore.

However, I was no necromancer; I could not conjure up ships, and staring
at the sea-line did not help us; but I very well recollect that that
time of waiting and of expectation and of disappointment lay very
heavily upon my spirits. There was something so strange in the
desolation of this sea that I became melancholy and imaginative, and I
remember that I foreboded a dark issue to my extraordinary adventure
with Helga, insomuch that I took to heart a secret conviction I should
never again see my mother--nay, that I should never again see my home.

Sunday morning came. I found a fine bright day when I crawled out of my
sail under the overhanging ledge. The wind came out of the east in the
night, and the _Early Morn_, with her sheet aft, was buzzing over the
long swell that came flowing and brimming to her side in lines of
radiance in the flashing wake of the sun. Jacob was at the tiller, and,
on my emerging, he instantly pointed ahead. I jumped on to a thwart, and
perceived directly over the bows the leaning, alabaster-like shaft of a
ship's canvas.

'How is she steering?' I cried.

'Slap for us,' he answered.

'Come!' I exclaimed with a sudden delight, 'we shall be giving you a
farewell shake of the hand at last, I hope. You'll have to signal her,'
I went on, looking at the lugger's masthead. 'What colours will you fly
to make her know your wants?'

'Ye see that there pole?' exclaimed Thomas, in a grunting voice,
pointing with a shovel-ended forefinger to the spare booms along the
side of the boat. I nodded. 'Well,' said he, 'I suppose you know what
the Jack is?'

'Certainly,' said I.

'Well,' he repeated, 'we seizes the Jack on to that there pole and hangs
it over, and if that don't stop 'em it'll be 'cause they have a cargo of
wheat aboard, the fumes of which'll have entered their eyes and struck
'em bloind.'

'That's so,' said Jacob, with a nod.

Just then Abraham came from under the deck, and in another moment Helga
rose through the little hatch, and they both joined us.

'At last, Helga!' I cried, with a triumphant face, pointing.

She looked with her clear blue eyes for a little while in silence at the
approaching vessel, as though to make sure of the direction she was
heading in, then, clasping her hands, she exclaimed, drawing a breath
like a sigh, 'Yes, at last. Hugh, your home is not so very far off now.'

'What's she loike?' said Abraham, bringing his knuckles out of his eyes
and staring.

He went to the locker for a little old-fashioned 'longshore telescope,
pointed it, and said, 'A bit of a barque. A furriner.' He peered again,
'A Hamburger,' cried he. 'Look, Tommy!'

The man put the glass to his eye and leaned against the rail, and his
mouth lay with a sour curl under the little telescope as he stared
through it.

'Yes, a whoite hull and a Hamburger,' said he 'and she's coming along
tew. There'll be no time, I allow, to bile the coffee-pot afore she's
abreast,' he added, casting a hungry, morose eye towards the little

'Ye can loight the foire, Tommy,' said Abraham, 'whoilst I signalize
her,' saying which he took an English Jack out of that locker in which
he kept the soap, towels, and, it seemed to me, pretty well all the
crew's little belongings, and, having secured the flag to the end of the
pole, he thrust it over the side and fell to motioning with it,
continuing to do so until it was impossible to doubt that the people of
the little barque had beheld the signal. He then let the pole with the
flag flying upon it rest upon the rail, and took hold of the
fore-halliards in readiness to let the sail drop.

I awaited the approach of the barque with breathless anxiety. I never
questioned for a moment that she would take us aboard, and my thoughts
flew ahead to the moment when Helga and I should be safely in her: when
we should be looking round and finding a stout little ship under our
feet, the lugger with her poor plucky Deal sailors standing away from us
to the southward, and the horizon, past which lay the coast of Old
England, fair over the bows.

'Shove us close alongside, Jacob,' cried Abraham.

'Shall 'ee hook on, Abraham?' inquired Jacob.

'No call to it,' answered Abraham. 'We'll down lug and hail her. She'll
back her tawps'l, and I'll put the parties aboard in the punt.'

'I have left my parcel in the forepeak,' said Helga, and was going for

'I'm nimbler than you can be now, Helga,' said I, smiling, and meaning
that now she was in her girlish attire she had not my activity.

I jumped forward, and plunged down the hatch, took the parcel out of the
bunk, and returned with it, all in such a wild, feverish hurry that one
might have supposed the lugger was sinking, and that a moment of time
might signify life or death to me. Abraham grinned, but made no remark.
Thomas, on his knees before the stove, was sulkily blowing some shavings
he had kindled. Jacob, with a wooden face at the tiller, was keeping the
bows of the _Early Morn_ on a line with the oncoming vessel.

The barque was under a full breast of canvas, and was heeling prettily
to the pleasant breeze of wind that was gushing brilliantly out of the
eastern range of heaven, made glorious by the soaring sun. Her hull sat
white as milk upon the dark-blue water, and her canvas rose in squares
which resembled mother-of-pearl with the intermixture of shadow and
flashing light upon them occasioned by her rolling, so that the cloths
looked shot like watered silk or like the inside of an oyster-shell. But
it was distance on top of the delight that her coming raised in me which
gave her the enchantment I found in her, for, as she approached, her
hull lost its snowstormglare and showed somewhat dingily with rusty
stains from the scupper-holes. Her canvas, too, lost its symmetry, and
exhibited an ill-set pile of cloths, most of the clews straining at a
distance from the yardarm sheave holes, and I also took notice of the
disfigurement of a stump-foretop-gallant-mast.

'Dirty as a Portugee,' said Abraham; 'yet she's Jarman all the same.'

'I never took kindly to the Jarmans, myself,' said Jacob; 'they're a
shoving people, but they arn't clean. Give me the Dutch. What's to beat
their cheeses? There's nothing made in England in the cheese line as
aquils them Dutch cannon-balls, all pink outside and all cream hin.'

'Do you mean by a Hamburger a Hamburg ship?' asked Helga.

'Yes, lady, that's right,' answered Abraham.

'Then she's bound to Hamburg,' said the girl.

'Ask yourself the question,' answered Abraham--which is the Deal
boatmen's way of saying yes.

She looked at me.

'It will be all the same,' said I, interpreting the glance; 'England is
but over the way from Hamburg. Let us be homeward-bound, in any case. We
have made southing enough, Helga.'

'Tommy!' sung out Abraham, 'give that there Jack another flourish, will

The man did so, with many strange contortions of his powerful frame, and
then put down the pole and returned to the stove.

'There don't seem much life aboard of her,' said Jacob, eying the
barque. 'I can only count wan head ower the fo'k'sle rail.'

'Down hellum, Jacob!' bawled Abraham, and as he said the words he let
go the fore-halliards, and down came the sail.

The lugger, with nothing showing but her little mizzen, lost way, and
rose and fell quietly beam-on to the barque, whose head was directly at
us, as though she must cut us down. When she was within a few cables'
length of us she slightly shifted her helm and drew out. A man sprang on
to her forecastle rail and yelled at us, brandishing his arms in a
motioning way, as though in abuse of us for getting into the road. We
strained our ears.

'What do 'ee say?' growled Abraham, looking at Helga.

'I do not understand him,' she answered.

'Barque ahoy!' roared Abraham.

The man on the forecastle-head fell silent, and watched us over his
folded arms.

'Barque ahoy!' yelled Jacob.

The vessel was now showing her length to us. On Jacob shouting, a man
came very quietly to the bulwarks near the mizzen rigging and, with
sluggish motions, got upon the rail, where he stood, holding on by a
backstay, gazing at us lifelessly. The vessel was so close that I could
distinguish every feature of the fellow, and I see him now, as I write,
with his fur cap and long coat and half-boots, and beard like oakum. The
vessel was manifestly steered by a wheel deep behind the deck-house, and
neither helm nor helmsman was visible--no living being, indeed, saving
the motionless figure on the forecastle head and the equally lifeless
figure holding on by the backstay aft.

'Barque ahoy!' thundered Abraham. 'Back your tawps'l, will 'ee? Here's a
lady and gent as we wants to put aboard ye; they're in distress. They've
bin shipwreckt--they wants to git home. Heave to, for Gord's sake, if so
be as you're _men_!'

Neither figure showed any indications of vitality.

'What! are they corpses?' cried Abraham.

'No--they're wuss--they're Jarmans!' answered Jacob, spitting fiercely.

On a sudden the fellow who was aft nodded at us, then kissed his hand,
solemnly dismounted, and vanished, leaving no one in sight but the man
forward, who a minute later disappeared also.

Abraham drew a deep breath, and looked at me. His countenance suddenly
changed. His face crimsoned with temper, and with a strange, ungainly,
'longshore plunge he sprang on top of the gunwale, supporting himself by
a grip of the burton of the mizzenmast with one hand while he shook his
other fist in a very ecstasy of passion at the retreating vessel.

'Call yourselves _men_!' he roared. 'I'll have the law along of ye!
It'll be _me_ as'll report ye! Don't think as I can't spell.
HANSA--_Hansa_. There it is, wrote big as life on your blooming starn!
I'll remember ye! You sausage-eaters!--you scow-bankers--you
scaramouches!--you varmint! Call yourselves _sailors_? Only gi' me a
chance of getting alongside!'

He continued to rage in this fashion, interlarding his language with
words which sent Helga to the boat's side, and held her there with
averted face; but, all the same, it was impossible to keep one's
gravity. Vexed, maddened, indeed, as I was by the disappointment, it was
as much as I could do to hold my countenance. The absurdity lay in this
raving at a vessel that had passed swiftly out of hearing, and upon
whose deck not a living soul was visible.

Having exhausted all that he was able to think of in the way of abuse,
Abraham dismounted, flung his cap into the bottom of the boat, and,
drying his brow by passing the whole length of his arm along it, he

'There!--_now_ I've given 'em something to think of!'

'Why, there was ne'er a soul to hear a word ye said,' exclaimed Thomas,
who was still busy at the stove, without looking up.

'See here!' shouted Abraham, rounding upon him with the heat of a man
glad of another excuse to quarrel. 'Dorn't _you_ have nothen to say. No
sarce from _you_, and so I tells ye! I know all about ye. When did ye
pay your rent last, eh? Answer me that!' he sneered.

'Oh, that's it, is it? that's the time o' day, eh?' growled Thomas,
looking slowly but fiercely round upon Abraham, and stolidly rising into
a menacing posture, that was made wholly ridiculous by the clergyman's
coat he wore. 'And what's my rent got to do with you? 'T all events, if
I _am_ a bit behoind hand in my rent, moy farder was never locked up for
six months.'

'Say for smuggling, Tommy, say for smuggling, or them parties as is
a-listening 'll think the ould man did something wrong,' said Jacob.

Helga took me by the arm.

'Hugh, silence them!--they will come to blows.'

'No, no,' said I quickly, in a low voice. 'I know this type of men.
There must be much more shouting than this before they double up their

Still, it was a stupid passage of temper, fit only to be quickly ended.

'Come, Abraham,' I cried, waiting till he had finished roaring out some
further offensive question to Thomas, 'let us get sail on the boat and
make an end of this. The trial of temper should be mine, not yours. Luck
seems against the lady and me; and let me beg of you, as a good fellow
and an English seaman, not to frighten Miss Nielsen.'

'What does Tommy want to sarce me for?' said he, still breathing
defiance at his mate, out of his large nostrils and blood-red visage.

'What's my rent got to do with you?' shouted the other.

'And what's moy father got to do with you?' bawled Abraham.

'I say, Jacob!' I cried, 'for God's sake let's tail on to the halliards
and start afresh. There's no good in all this!'

'Come along, Abey! come along, Tommy!' bawled Jacob. 'Droy up, mates'
More'n enough's been said;' and with that he laid hold of the halliards,
and, without another word, Abraham and Thomas seized the rope, and the
sail was mastheaded.

Abraham went to the tiller, the other two went to work to get breakfast,
and now, in a silence that was not a little refreshing after the coarse
hoarse clamour of the quarrel, the lugger buzzed onwards afresh.

'We shall be more fortunate next time,' said Helga, looking wistfully at
me; and well I knew there was no want of worry in my face; for now there
was peace in the boat the infamous cold-blooded indifference of the
rogues we had just passed made me feel half mad.

'We might have been starving,' said I; 'we might have been perishing
for the want of a drink of water, and still the ruffians would have
treated us so.'

'It is but waiting a little longer, Hugh,' said Helga softly.

'Ay, but how much longer, Helga?' said I. 'Must we wait for Cape Town,
or perhaps Australia?'

'Mr. Tregarthen--don't let imagination run away with ye!' exclaimed
Abraham, in a voice of composure that was not a little astonishing after
his recent outbreak; though, having a tolerably intimate knowledge of
the 'longshore character, and being very well aware that the words these
fellows hurl at one another mean little, and commonly end in
nothing--unless the men are drunk--I was not very greatly surprised by
the change in our friend. 'There's nothen' that upsets the moind quicker
than imagination. I'll gi' ye a yarn. There's an old chap, of the name
of Billy Buttress, as crawls about our beach. A little grandson o' his
took the glasses out o' his spectacles by way o' amusing hisself. When
old Billy puts 'em on to read with, he sings out: "God bless me, Oi'm
gone bloind!" and trembling, and all of a clam, as the saying is, he
outs with his handkerchief to woipe the glasses, thinking it might be
dirt as hindered him from seeing, and then he cries out, "Lor' now, if I
an't lost my feeling!" He wasn't to be comforted till they sent for a
pint o' ale and showed him that his glasses had been took out. That's
imagination, master. Don't you be afeered. We'll be setting ye aboard a
homeward-bounder afore long.'

By the time the fellows had got breakfast, the hull of the barque astern
was out of sight; nothing showed of her but a little hovering glance of
canvas, and the sea-line swept from her to ahead of us in a bare
unbroken girdle.



The day slipped away; there were no more disputes; Thomas went to lie
down, and, when Jacob took the tiller, Abraham took a little book out of
his locker and read it, with his lips moving, holding it out at arms'
length, as though it were a daguerreotype that was only discernible in a
certain light. I asked him the name of the book.

'The Boible,' said he. 'It's the Sabbath, master, and I always read a
chapter of this here book on Sundays.'

Helga started.

'It is Sunday, indeed!' she exclaimed. 'I had forgotten it. How swiftly
do the days come round! It was a week last night since we left the bay,
and this day week my father was alive--my dear father was alive!'

She opened the parcel and took out the little Bible that had belonged to
her mother. I had supposed it was in Danish, but on my taking it from
her I found it an English Bible. But then I recollected that her mother
had been English. I asked her to read aloud to me, and she did so,
pronouncing every word in a clear, sweet voice. I recollect it was a
chapter out of the new Testament, and while she read Abraham put down
his book to listen, and Jacob leant forward from the tiller with a
straining ear.

In this fashion the time passed.

I went to my miserable bed of spare sail under the overhanging deck
shortly after nine o'clock that night. This unsheltered opening was
truly a cold, windy, miserable bedroom for a man who could not in any
way claim that he was used to hardship. Indeed, the wretchedness of the
accommodation was as much a cause as any other condition of our
situation of my wild, headlong impatience to get away from the lugger
and sail for home in a ship that would find me shelter and a bed and
room to move in, and those bare conveniences of life which were lacking
aboard the _Early Morn_.

Well, as I have said, shortly after nine o'clock on that Sunday I bade
good-night to Abraham, who was steering the vessel, and entered my
sleeping abode, where Jacob was lying rolled up in a blanket, snoring
heavily. It was then a dark night, but the wind was scant, and the water
smooth, and but little motion of swell in it. I had looked for a star,
but there was none to be seen, and then I had looked for a ship's light,
but the dusk stood like a wall of blackness within a musket-shot of the
lugger's sides--for that was about as far as one could see the dim
crawling of the foam to windward and its receding glimmer on the other
hand--and there was not the faintest point of green or red or white
anywhere visible.

I lay awake for some time: sleep could make but little headway against
the battery of snorts and gasps which the Deal boatman, lying close
beside me, opposed to it. My mind also was uncommonly active with worry
and anxiety. I was dwelling constantly upon my mother, recalling her as
I had last seen her by the glow of the fire in her little parlour when I
gave her that last kiss and ran out of the house. It is eight days ago,
thought I; and it seemed incredible that the time should have thus
fled. Then I thought of Helga, the anguish of heart the poor girl had
suffered, her heroic acceptance of her fate, her simple piety, her
friendlessness and her future.

In this way was my mind occupied when I fell asleep, and I afterwards
knew that I must have lain for about an hour wrapped in the heavy
slumber that comes to a weary man at sea.

I was awakened by a sound of the crashing and splintering of wood. This
was instantly succeeded by a loud and fearful cry, accompanied by the
noise of a heavy splash, immediately followed by hoarse shouts. One of
the voices I believed was Abraham's, but the blending of the distressed
and terrified bawlings rendered them confounding, and scarcely
distinguishable. It was pitch dark where I lay. I got on to my knees to
crawl out; but some spare sail that Abraham had contrived as a shelter
for me had slipped from its position, and obstructed me, and I lay upon
my knees wrestling for a few minutes before I could free myself. In this
time my belief was that the lugger had been in collision with some black
shadow of a ship invisible to the helmsman in the darkness, and that
she might be now, even while I kneeled wrestling with the sail, going
down under us, with Helga, perhaps, still in the forepeak. This caused
me to struggle furiously, and presently I got clear of the blinding and
hugging folds of the canvas; but I was almost spent with fear and

Someone continued to shout, and by the character of his cries I gathered
that he was hailing a vessel close to. It was blowing a sharp squall of
wind, and raining furiously. The darkness was that of the inside of a
mine, and all that I could see was the figure of a boatman leaning over
the side and holding the lantern (that was kept burning all night) on a
level with the gunwale while he shouted, and then listened, and then
shouted again.

'What has happened?' I cried.

The voice of Jacob, though I could not see him, answered, in a tone I
shall never forget for the misery and consternation of it:

'The foremast's carried away, and knocked poor old Tommy overboard. He's
drownded! he's drownded! He don't make no answer. His painted clothes
and boots have took him down as if he was a dipsy lead.'

'Can he swim?' I cried.

'No, sir, no!'

I sprang to where Abraham overhung the rail.

'Will he be lying fouled by the gear over the side, do you think?' I
cried to the man.

'No, sir,' answered Abraham: 'he drifted clear. He sung out once as he
went astern. What a thing to happen! Can't launch the punt with the
lugger a wreck,' he added, talking as though he thought aloud in his
misery. 'We'd stand to lose the lugger if we launch the punt.'

'Listen!' shouted Jacob, and he sent his voice in a bull-like roar into
the blackness astern: 'Tom-mee!'

There was nothing to be heard but the shrilling of the sharp-edged
squall rushing athwart the boat, that now lay beam on to it, and the
slashing noise of the deluge of rain, horizontally streaming, and the
grinding of the wrecked gear alongside, with frequent sharp slaps of the
rising sea against the bends of the lugger, and the fierce snarling of
melting heads of waters suddenly and savagely vexed and flashed into
spray while curling.

'What is it?' cried the voice of Helga in my ear.

'Ah, thank Heaven, you are safe!' I cried, feeling for her hand and
grasping it. 'A dreadful thing has happened. The lugger has been
dismasted, and the fall of the spar has knocked the man Thomas

'He may be swimming!' she exclaimed.

'No! no! no!' growled Abraham, in a voice hoarse with grief. 'He's
gone--he's gone! we shall never see him again.' Then his note suddenly
changed. 'Jacob, the raffle alongside must be got in at wonst: let's
bear a hand afore the sea jumps aboard. Lady, will you hold the loight?
Mr. Tregarthen, we shall want you to help us.'

'Willingly!' I cried.

I remembered at that moment that my oilskin coat lay in the side of the
boat close to where I stood. I stooped and felt it, and in a moment I
had whipped it over Helga's shoulders, for she was now holding the
lantern, and I had her clear in my sight. It would be a godsend to her,
I knew, in the wet that was now sluicing past us, and that must speedily
have soaked her to the skin, clad as she was.

For the next few minutes all was bustle and hoarse shouts. I see little
Helga, now, hanging over the side and swinging the lantern, that its
light might touch the wreckage; I see the crystals of rain flashing past
the lantern, and blinding the glass of it with wet; I feel again the
rush of the fierce squall upon my face, making breathing a labour, while
I grab hold of the canvas, and help the men to drag the great, sodden
heavy sail into the boat. We worked desperately, and, as I have said, in
a few minutes we had got the whole of the sail out of the water; but the
mast was too heavy to handle in the blackness, and it was left to float
clear of us by the halliards till daylight should come.

We were wet through, and chilled to the heart besides--I speak of
myself, at least--not more by the sharp bite of that black, wet squall,
than by the horror occasioned by the sudden loss of a man, by the
thought of one as familiar to the sight as hourly association could make
him, who was just now living and talking, lying cold and still, sinking
fathoms deep into the heart of that dark measureless profound on whose
surface the lugger--in all probability the tiniest ark at that moment
afloat in the oceans she was attempting to traverse--was tumbling.

'Haul aft the mizen sheet, Jacob!' said Abraham in a voice hoarse
indeed, but marked with depression also. 'Ye can secure the tiller too.
She must loie as she is till we can see what we're about.'

The man went aft with the lantern. He speedily executed Abraham's
orders; but by the aid of the dim lantern light I could see him standing
motionless in the stern-sheets, as though hearkening and straining his

'He's gone, Abraham!' he cried suddenly in a rough voice that trembled
with emotion. 'There will be never no more to hear of Tommy Budd. Ay,
gone dead--drownded for ever!' I heard him mutter, as he picked up the
lantern and came with heavy booted legs clambering over the thwarts to

'As God's my loife, how sudden it were!' cried Abraham, making his hands
meet in a sharp report in the passion of grief with which he clapped

It was still raining hard, and the atmosphere was of a midnight
blackness; but all the hardness of the squall was gone out of the wind,
and it was now blowing a steady breeze, such as we should have been
able to expose our whole lugsail to could we have hoisted it. Jacob
held the lantern to the mast, or rather to the fragment that remained of
it. You must know that a Deal lugger's mast is stepped in what is termed
a 'tabernacle'--that is to say, a sort of box, which enables the crew to
lower or set up their masts at will. This 'tabernacle' with us stood a
little less than two feet above the forepeak deck, and the mast had been
broken at some ten feet above it. It showed in very ugly, fang-like

'Two rotten masts for such a voyage as this!' cried Jacob, with a savage
note in his voice. ''Tis old Thompson's work. Would he was in Tommy's
place! S'elp me! I'd give half the airnings of this voyage for the
chance to drown him!' By which I might gather that he referred to the
boat-builder who had supplied the masts.

'No use in standing in this drizzle, men,' said I. 'It's a bad job, but
there's nothing to be done for the present, Abraham. There's shelter to
be got under this deck, here. Have you another lantern?'

'What for?' asked Abraham, in the voice of a man utterly broken down.

'Why, to show,' said I, 'lest we should be run into. Here we are
stationary, you know, and who's to see us as we lie?'

'And a blooming good job if we _was_ run into!' returned Abraham.
'Blarst me if I couldn't chuck moyself overboard!'

'Nonsense!' cried I, alarmed by his tone rather than by his words. 'Let
us get under shelter! Here, Jacob, give me the light! Now, Helga, crawl
in first and show us the road. Abraham, in with you! Jacob, take this
lantern, will you, and get one of those jars of spirits you took off the
raft, and a mug and some cold water! Abraham will be the better for a
dram, and so will you.'

The jar was procured, and each man took a hearty drink. I, too, found
comfort in a dram, but I could not induce Helga to put the mug to her
lips. The four of us crouched under the overhanging deck--there was no
height, and, indeed, no breadth for an easier posture. We set the
lantern in our midst--I had no more to say about showing the light--and
in this dim irradiation we gazed at one another. Abraham's countenance
looked of a ghostly white. Jacob, with mournful gestures, filled a
pipe, and his melancholy visage resembled some grotesque face beheld in
a dream as he opened the lantern and thrust his nose, with a large
raindrop hanging at the end of it, close to the flame to light the

'To think that I should have had a row with him only this marning!'
growled Abraham, hugging his knees. 'What roight had I to go and sarce
him about his rent? Will any man tell me,' said he, slowly looking
round, 'that poor old Tommy's heart warn't in the roight place? Oi hope
not, Oi hope not--Oi couldn't abear to hear it said. He was a man as had
had to struggle hard for his bread, like others along of us, and
disappointment and want and marriage had tarned his blood hacid. Oi've
known him to pass three days without biting a crust. The wery bed on
which he lay was took from him. Yet he bore up, and without th'help o'
drink, and I says that to the pore chap's credit.'

He paused.

'At bottom,' exclaimed Jacob, sucking hard at his inch of sooty clay,
'Tommy was a _man_. He once saved my loife. You remember, Abey, that job
I had along with him when we was a-towing down on the quarter of a big
light Spaniard?'

'I remember, I remember,' grunted Abraham.

'The boat sheered,' continued Jacob, addressing me, 'and got agin the
steamer's screw, and the stroke of the blade cut the boat roight in
halves. They chucked us a loife-buoy. Poor old Tommy got hold of it and
heads for me, who were drowning some fadoms off. He clutched me by the
hair just in toime, and held me till we was picked up. And now _he's_
gone dead and we shall never see him no more.'

'Tommy Budd,' exclaimed Abraham, 'was that sort of man that he never
took a pint himself without asking a chap to have a glass tew, if so be
as he had the valley of it on him. There was no smarter man fore and aft
the beach in steering a galley-punt. There was scarce a regatta but what
he was fust.'

'He was a upright man,' said Jacob, observing that Abraham had paused;
'and never mere upright than when he warn't sober, which proves how true
his instincts was. When his darter got married to young darkey Dick, as
Tommy didn't think a sootable match, he walks into the room of the
public-house where the company was dancing and enjoying themselves,
kicked the whole blooming party out into the road, then sits down, and
calls for a glass himself. Of course he'd had a drop too much. But the
drink only improved his nat'ral disloike of the wedding. Pore Tommy!
Abey, pass along that jar!'

In this fashion these plain, simple-hearted souls of boatmen continued
for sometime, with now and again an interlude in the direction of the
spirit-jar, to bewail the loss of their unhappy shipmate. Our situation,
however, was of a sort that would not suffer the shock caused by the man
Thomas's death to be very lasting. Here we were in what was little
better than an open boat of eighteen tons, lying dismasted, and entirely
helpless, amid the solitude of a black midnight in the Atlantic Ocean,
with nothing but an already wounded mast to depend upon when daybreak
should come to enable us to set it up, and the lugger's slender crew
less by one able hand!

It was still a thick and drizzling night, with a plentiful sobbing of
water alongside; but the _Early Morn_, under her little mizzen and with
her bows almost head to sea, rose and fell quietly. By this time the
men had pretty well exhausted their lamentations over Thomas. I
therefore ventured to change the subject.

'Now there are but two of you,' said I, 'I suppose you'll up with your
mast to-morrow morning and make for home?'

'No fear!' answered Abraham, speaking with briskness out of the drams he
had swallowed. 'We're agoing to Australey, and if so be as another of us
ain't taken we'll _git_ there.'

'But surely you'll not continue this voyage with the outfit you now
have?' said I.

'Well,' said he, 'we shall have to "fish" the mast that's sprung and try
and make it sarve till we falls in with a wessel as'll give us a sound
spar to take the mast's place. Anyhow, we shall keep all on.'

'Ay, we shall keep all on,' said Jacob: 'no use coming all this way to
tarn back again. Why, Gor' bless me! what 'ud be said of us?'

'But, surely,' said Helga, 'two of you'll not be able to manage this big

'Lord love 'ee, yes, lady,' cried Abraham. 'Mind ye, if we was out
a-pleasuring I should want to get home; but there's money to take up at
the end of this ramble, and Jacob and me means to airn it.'

Thus speaking, he crawled out to have a look at the weather, and was a
moment later followed by Jacob, and presently I could hear them both
earnestly consulting on what was to be done when the morning came, and
how they were to manage afterwards, now that Thomas was gone.

The light of the lantern lay upon Helga's face as she sat close beside
me on the spare sail that had formed my rough couch.

'What further experiences are we to pass through?' said I.

'Little you guessed what was before you when you came off to us in the
lifeboat, Hugh!' said she, gazing gently at me with eyes which seemed
black in the dull light.

'These two boatmen,' said I, 'are very good fellows, but there is a
pig-headedness about them that does not improve our distress. Their
resolution to proceed might appear as a wonderful stroke of courage to a
landsman's mind, but to a sailor it could signify nothing more than the
rankest foolhardiness. A plague upon their heroism! A little timidity
would mean common-sense, and then to-morrow morning we should be heading
for home. But I fear you are wet through, Helga.'

'No, your oilskin has kept me dry,' she answered.

'No need for you to stay here,' said I. 'Why not return to the forepeak
and finish out the night?'

'I would rather remain with you.'

'Ay, Helga, but you must spare no pains to fortify yourself with rest
and food. Who knows what the future may be holding for us--how heavily
the pair of us may yet be tried? These experiences, so far, may prove
but a few links of a chain whose end is still a long way off.'

She put her hand on the back of mine, and tenderly stroked it.

'Hugh,' said she, 'remember our plain friend Abraham's advice: do not
let imagination run away with you. The spirit that brought you to the
side of the _Anine_ in the black and dreadful night is still your own.
Cheer up! All will be well with you yet. What makes me say this? I
cannot tell, if it be not the conviction that God will not leave
unwatched one whose trials have been brought about by an act of noble
courage and of beautiful resolution.'

She continued to caress my hand as she spoke--an unconscious gesture in
her, as I perceived--maybe it was a habit of her affectionate heart, and
I could figure her thus caressing her father's hand, or the hand of a
dear friend. Her soft eyes were upon my face as she addressed me, and
there was light enough to enable me to distinguish a little encouraging
smile full of sweetness upon her lips.

If ever strength is to be given to a man in a time of bitter anxiety and
peril, the inspiration of spirit must surely come from such a little
woman as this. I felt the influence of her manner and of her presence.

'You have a fine spirit, Helga,' said I. 'Your name should be Nelson
instead of Nielsen. The blood of nothing short of the greatest of
English captains should be in your veins.'

She laughed softly and answered, 'No, no! I am a Dane first. Let me be
an English girl next.'

Well, I again endeavoured to persuade her to withdraw to her bunk, but
she begged hard to remain with me, and so for a long while we continued
to sit and talk. Her speaking of herself as a Dane first and an
Englishwoman afterwards, started her on the subject of her home and
childhood, and once again she talked of Kolding and of her mother, and
of the time she had spent in London, and of an English school she had
been put to. I could overhear the rumbling of the two fellows' voices
outside. By-and-by I crawled out and found the rain had ceased; but it
was pitch dark, and blowing a cold wind. Jacob had lighted the fire in
the stove. His figure showed in the ruddy glare as he squatted toasting
his hands. I returned to Helga, and presently Abraham arrived to ask us
if we would have a drop of hot coffee. This was a real luxury at such a
time. We gratefully took a mugful, and with the help of it made a
midnight meal off a biscuit and a little tinned meat.

How we scraped through those long, dark, wet hours I will not pretend to
describe. Towards the morning Helga fell asleep by my side on the sail
upon which we were crouching, but for my part I could get no rest, nor,
indeed, did I strive or wish for rest. One thing coming on top of
another had rendered me unusually nervous, and all the while I was
thinking that our next experience might be the feeling some great
shearing stem of a sailing-ship or steamer striking into the lugger and
drowning the lot of us before we could well realize what had happened. I
was only easy in my mind when the boatmen carried the lantern out from
under the overhanging deck for some purpose or other.

It came at last, however, to my being able no longer to conceal my
apprehensions, and then, after some talk and a bit of hearty
'pooh-poohing' on the part of Abraham, he consented to secure the light
to the stump of the mast.

This might have been at about half-past three o'clock in the morning,
when the night was blacker than it had been at any previous hour: and
then a very strange thing followed. I had returned to my shelter, and
was sitting lost in thought, for Helga was now sleeping. The two boatmen
were in the open, but what they were about I could not tell you. I was
sunk deep in gloomy thought, as I have said, when on a sudden I heard a
sound of loud bawling. I went out as quickly as my knees would carry
me, and the first thing I saw was the green light of a ship glimmering
faintly as a glowworm out in the darkness abeam. I knew her to be a
sailing-ship, for she showed no masthead-light, but there was not the
dimmest outline to be seen of her. Her canvas threw no pallor upon the
midnight wall of atmosphere. But for that fluctuating green light,
showing so illusively that one needed to look a little on one side of it
to catch it, the ocean would have been as bare as the heavens, so far as
the sight went. One after the other the two boatmen continued to shout,
'Ship ahoy!' in hearty, roaring voices, which they sent flying through
the arches of their hands; but the light went sliding on, and in a few
minutes the screen in which it was hung eclipsed it, and it was all
blackness again, look where one would.

There was nothing to be said about this to the men. I crept back to
Helga, who had been awakened by the hoarse shouts.

'Some sailing-vessel has passed us,' said I, in answer to her inquiry,
'as we may know by the green light; but how near or far I cannot tell.
Yet it is more likely than not, Helga, that but for my begging Abraham
to keep a light showing, that same ship might have run us down.'

We conversed awhile about the vessel and our chances, and then her voice
grew languid again with drowsiness, and she fell asleep.

Somewhile before dawn the rain ceased, the sky brightened, and here and
there a star showed. I had been out overhanging the gunwale with
Abraham, and listening to him as he talked about his mate Thomas, and
how the children were to manage now that the poor fellow was taken, when
the gray of the dawn rose floating into the sky off the black rim of the

In a short time the daylight was abroad, with the pink of the coming sun
swiftly growing in glory among the clouds in the east. Jacob sat
sleeping in the bottom of the boat, squatting Lascar fashion--a huddle
of coat and angular knees and bowed head. I got upon a thwart and sent a
long thirsty look round.

'By Heaven, Abraham!' I cried, '_nothing_ in sight, as I live to say it!
What, in the name of hope, has come to the sea?'

'We're agoing to have a fine day, I'm thankful to say,' he answered,
turning up his eyes. 'But, Lord! what a wreck the lugger looks!'

The poor fellow was as haggard as though he had risen from a sick-bed,
and this sudden gauntness or elongation of countenance was not a little
heightened by a small powdering of the crystals of salt lying white
under the hollow of each eye, where the brine that had been swept up by
the squall had lodged and dried.

'Hi, Jacob!' he cried; 'rouse up, matey! Day's broke, and there's work
to be done.'

Jacob staggered to his feet with many contortions and grimaces.

'Chock-a-block with rheumatics,' he growled; 'that's how the sea sarves
a man. They said it 'ud get warmer the furder we drawed down this way;
but if this be what they calls _warm_, give me the scissors and
thumbscrews of a Janivary gale in the Jarman Ocean.' He gazed slowly
around him, and fixed his eyes on the stump of the mast. 'Afore we
begin, Abraham,' said he, 'I must have a drop of hot corffee.'

'Right,' answered the other; 'a quarter of an hour isn't going to make
any difference.'

A fire was kindled, a kettle of water boiled, and, Helga now arriving,
the four of us sat, every one with a mug of the comforting, steaming
beverage in hand, while the two boatmen settled the procedure of
strengthening the wounded spar by 'fishing it,' as it is termed, and of
making sail afresh.



The first business of the men was to get the broken mast out of the
water. Helga helped, and worked with as much dexterity as though she had
been bred to the calling of the Deal waterman. The mast in breaking had
been shortened by ten feet, and was therefore hardly as useful a spar to
step as the bowsprit. It was laid along the thwarts in the side, and we
went to work to strengthen the mast that had been sprung in the Channel
by laying pieces of wood over the fractured part, and securely binding
them by turn upon turn of rope. This, at sea, they call 'fishing a
spar.' Jacob shook his head as he looked at the mast when we had made an
end of the repairs, but said nothing. When the mast was stepped, we
hoisted the sail with a reef in it to ease the strain. Abraham went to
the tiller, the boat's head was put to a south-west course, and once
again the little fabric was pushing through it, rolling in a long-drawn
way upon a sudden swell that had risen while we worked, with a frequent
little vicious shake of white waters off her bow, as though the combing
of the small seas irritated her.

The wind was about east, of a November coldness, and it blew somewhat
lightly till a little before ten o'clock in the morning, when it came
along freshening in a gust which heeled the boat sharply, and brought a
wild, anxious look into Abraham's eyes as he gazed at the mast. The
horizon slightly thickened to some film of mist which overlay the
windward junction of heaven and water, and the sky then took a windy
face, with dim breaks of blue betwixt long streaks of hard vapour, under
which there nimbly sailed, here and there, a wreath of light-yellow
scud. The sea rapidly became sloppy--an uncomfortable tumble of billows
occasioned by the lateral run of the swell--and the boat's gait grew so
staggering, such a sense of internal dislocation was induced by her
brisk, jerky wobbling--now to windward, now to leeward, now by the
stern, now by the head, then all the motions happening together, as it
were, followed by a sickly, leaning slide down some slope of rounded
water--that for the first time in my life I felt positively seasick, and
was not a little thankful for the relief I obtained from a nip of poor
Captain Nielsen's brandy out of one of the few jars which had been taken
from the raft, and which still remained full.

Some while before noon it was blowing a fresh breeze, with a somewhat
steadier sea; but the rolling and plunging of the lugger continued sharp
and exceedingly uncomfortable. To still further help the mast--Abraham
having gone into the forepeak to get a little sleep--Helga and I, at the
request of Jacob, who was steering, tied a second reef in the sail:
though, had the spar been sound, the lugger would have easily borne the
whole of her canvas.

'If that mast goes, what is to be done?' said I to Jacob.

'Whoy,' he answered, 'we shall have to make shift with the remains of
the mast that went overboard last night.'

'But what sail will you be able to hoist on that shortened height?'

'Enough to keep us slowly blowing along,' he answered, 'till we falls in
with a wessel as will help us to the sort o' spar as 'll sarve.'

'Considering the barrenness of the sea we have been sailing through,'
said I, 'the look-out seems a poor one, if we're to depend upon passing

'Mr. Tregarthen,' said he, fixing his eyes upon my face, 'I'm an older
man nor you, and therefore I takes the liberty of telling ye this: that
neither ashore nor at sea do things fall out in the fashion as is
hanticipated. That's what the Hi-talian organ-grinder discovered. He
conceived that if he could get hold of a big monkey he'd do a good
trade; so he buys the biggest he could meet with--a chap pretty nigh as
big as himself. What happened? When them parties was met with a week
arterwards, it was the monkey that was a-turning the handle, while the
horgan-grinder was doing the dancing.'

'The public wouldn't know the difference,' said Helga.

'True for you, lady,' answered Jacob, with an approving nod and a smile
of admiration. 'But Mr. Tregarthen here'll find out that I'm speaking
the Lard's truth when I says that human hanticipation always works out

'I heartily hope it may do so in our case!' I exclaimed, vexed by the
irrationality, as it seemed to me, of this homely boatman's philosophic

'About toime for Abraham to take soights, ain't it?' said he.

I went to the hatch and called to Abraham, who in a few minutes arrived,
and, with sleepy eyes, fell to groping after the sun with his old
quadrant. While he was thus occupied, Helga touched me lightly on the
shoulder and pointed astern. I peered an instant, and then said:

'I see it! A sail!--at the wrong end of the sea again, of course!
Another _Thermopylæ_, maybe, to thunder past us with no further
recognition of our wants than a wagging head over the rail, with a
finger at its nose.'

'It's height bells!' cried Abraham; and he sat down to his rough

Jacob looked soberly over his shoulder at the distant tiny space of
white canvas.

'If there's business to be done with her,' said he, 'we must steer to
keep her head right at our starn. What course'll she be taking?'

'She appears to be coming directly at us,' answered Helga.

'Why not lower your sail, heave the lugger to, and fly a distress
signal?' said I.

I had scarcely uttered the words when the boat violently jumped a sea; a
crash followed, and the next instant the sail, with half of the fished
mast, was overboard, with the lugger rapidly swinging, head to sea, to
the drag of the wreckage.

I was not a little startled by the sudden cracking of the mast, that was
like the report of a gun, and the splash of the sail overboard, and the
rapid slewing of the boat.

Helga quietly said in my ear, 'Nothing better could have happened. We
are now indeed a wreck for that ship astern to sight, and she is sure to
speak to us.'

Abraham flung down his log-book with a sudden roaring out of I know not
what 'longshore profanities, and Jacob, letting go the helm, went
scrambling forwards over the thwarts, heaping sea-blessings, as he
sprawled, upon the eyes and limbs of the boat-builder who had supplied
the lugger with spars. The three of us went to work, and Helga helped us
as best she could, to get the sail in; but the sea that was now running
was large compared to what it had been during the night, and the task
was extraordinarily laborious and distressful. Indeed, how long it took
us to drag that great lugsail full of water over the rail was to be told
by the ship astern, for when I had leisure to look for her I found her
risen to her hull, and coming along, as it seemed to me, dead for us,
heeling sharply away from the fresh wind, but rolling heavily too on the
swell, and pitching with the regularity of a swing in motion.

Helga and I threw ourselves upon a thwart, to take breath. The boatmen
stood looking at the approaching vessel.

'She'll not miss seeing us, any way,' said Abraham.

'I'm for letting the lugger loie as she is,' exclaimed Jacob: 'they'll
see the mess we're in, and back their taws'l.'

'You will signal to her, I hope?' said I.

'Ay,' answered Abraham; 'we'll gi' 'em a flourish of the Jack presently,
though there'll be little need, for if our condition ain't going to stop
'em there's nothen in a colour to do it.'

'Abraham,' said I, 'you and Jacob will not, I am sure, think us
ungrateful if I say that I have made up my mind--and I am sure Miss
Nielsen will agree--that I have made up my mind, Abraham, to leave your
lugger for that ship, outward-bound as I can see she is, if she will
receive us.'

'Well, sir,' answered Abraham mildly, 'you and the lady are your own
masters, and, of course, you'll do as you please.'

'It is no longer right,' I continued, 'that we should go on in this
fashion, eating you out of your little floating house and home; nor is
it reasonable that we should keep you deprived of the comfort of your
forepeak. We owe you our lives, and, God knows, we are grateful! But our
gratitude must not take the form of compelling you to go on maintaining

Abraham took a slow look at the ship.

'Well, sir,' said he, 'down to this hour the odds have been so heavy
agin your exchanging this craft for a homeward-bounder that I really
haven't the heart to recommend ye to wait a little longer. It's but an
oncomfortable life for the likes of you and the lady--she having to loie
in a little bit of a coal-black room, forrads, as may be all very good
for us men, but werry bad and hard for her; and you having to tarn in
under that there opening, into which there's no vartue in sailcloth to
keep the draughts from blowing. I dorn't doubt ye'll be happier aboard a
craft where you'll have room to stretch your legs in, a proper table to
sit down to for your meals, and a cabin where you'll loie snug. 'Sides,
tain't, after all, as if she wasn't agoing to give ye the same chances
of getting home as the _Airly Marn_ dew. Only hope she'll receive ye.'

'Bound to it,' rumbled Jacob, 'if so be as her cap'n's a _man_.'

I turned to Helga.

'Do I decide wisely?'

'Yes, Hugh,' she answered. 'I hate to think of you lying in that cold
space there throughout the nights. The two poor fellows,' she added
softly, 'are generous, kind, large-hearted men, and I shrink from the
thought of the mad adventure they have engaged in. But,' said she, with
a little smile and a faint touch of colour in her cheeks, as though she
spoke reluctantly, 'the _Early Morn_ is very uncomfortable.'

'All we have now to pray for is that the captain of that vessel will
take us on board,' said I, fixing my eyes on the ship, that was yet too
distant for the naked sight to make anything of. 'I suppose, Abraham,' I
spoke out, turning to the man, 'that you will request them to give you a
boom for a spare mast?'

'Vy, ask yourself the question, sir,' he answered.

'But suppose they have no spare booms, and are unable to accommodate

'Then,' said he, 'we must up with that there stick,' pointing with his
square thumb to the mast that had carried away on the previous night,
'and blow along till we meets with something that _will_ accommodate

'But, honestly, men--are you in earnest in your resolution to pursue
this voyage to Australia? You two--the crew now half the working
strength you started with--a big boat of eighteen tons to handle,
and----' I was on the point of referring to the slenderness of his skill
as a navigator, but, happily, snapped my lips in time to silence the

Abraham eyed me a moment, then gave me a huge, emphatic nod, and,
without remark, turned his back upon me in 'longshore fashion, and
leisurely looked around the ocean line.

'Men,' said I, 'that ship may take us aboard, and in the bustle I may
miss the chance of saying what is in my mind. My name is Hugh
Tregarthen, as you know, and I live at Tintrenale, which you have
likewise heard me say. I came away from home in a hurry to get alongside
the ship that this brave girl's father commanded; and as I was then, so
am I now, without a single article of value upon me worthy of your
acceptance; for, as to my watch, it was my father's, and I must keep it.
But if it should please God, men, to bring us all safely to England
again, then, no matter when you two may return, whether in twelve months
hence or twelve years hence, you will find set apart for you, at the
little bank in Tintrenale, a sum of fifty pounds--which you will take
as signifying twenty-five pounds from Miss Helga Nielsen, and
twenty-five pounds from me.'

'We thank you koindly, sir,' said Jacob.

'Let us get home, first,' said Abraham; 'yet, I thank ye koindly tew,
Mr. Tregarthen,' he added, rounding upon me again and extending his
rough hand.

I grasped and held it with eyes suffused by the emotion of gratitude
which possessed me: then Jacob shook hands with me, and then the poor
fellows shook hands with Helga, whose breath I could hear battling with
a sob in her throat as she thanked them for her life and for their
goodness to her.

But every minute was bringing the ship closer, and now I could think of
nothing else. Would she back her topsail and come to a stand? Would she
at any moment shift her helm and give us a wide berth? Would she, if she
came to a halt, receive Helga and me? These were considerations to
excite a passion of anxiety in me. Helga's eyes, with a clear blue gleam
in them, were fixed upon the oncoming vessel; but the agitation, the
hurry of emotions in her little heart, showed in the trembling of her
nostrils and the contraction of her white brow, where a few threads of
her pale-gold hair were blowing.

Jacob pulled the Jack out of the locker, and attached it to the long
staff or pole, and fell to waving it as before, when the Hamburger hove
into view. The ship came along slowly, but without deviating by a hair's
breadth from her course, that was on a straight line with the lugger.
She was still dim in the blue, windy air, but determinable to a certain
extent, and now with the naked vision I could distinguish her as a
barque or ship of about the size of the _Anine_, her hull black and a
row of painted ports running along either side. She sat somewhat high
upon the water, as though she were half empty or her cargo very light
goods; but she was neat aloft--different, indeed, from the Hamburger.
Her royals were stowed in streaks of snow upon their yards, but the rest
of her canvas was spread, and it showed in soft, fair bosoms of white,
and the cloths carried, indeed, an almost yacht-like brilliance as they
steadily swung against the steely gray of the atmosphere of the horizon.
The ship pitched somewhat heavily as she came, and the foam rose in
milky clouds to the hawse-pipes with a regular alternation of the
lifting out of the round, wet, black bows, and a flash of sunshine off
the streaming timbers. From time to time Jacob flourished his flagstaff,
all of us, meanwhile, waiting and watching in silence. Presently,
Abraham put his little telescope to his eye, and, after a pause, said:

'She means to heave-to.'

'How can you tell?' I cried.

'I can see some figures a-standing by the weather mainbraces,' said he;
'and every now and again there's a chap, aft, bending his body over the
rail to have a look at us.'

His 'longshore observation proved correct. Indeed, your Deal boatman can
interpret the intentions of a ship as you are able to read the passions
in the human face. When she was within a few of her own lengths of us,
the mainsail having previously been hauled up, the yards on the mainmast
were swung, and the vessel's way arrested. Her impulse, which appeared
to have been very nicely calculated, brought her surging, foaming, and
rolling to almost abreast of us, within reach of the fling of a line
before she came to a dead stand. I instantly took notice of a crowd of
chocolate-visaged men standing on the forecastle, staring at us, with a
white man on the cathead, and a man aft on the poop, with a white
wideawake and long yellow whiskers.

'Barque ahoy!' bawled Abraham, for the vessel proved to be of that rig,
though it was not to have been told by us as she approached head on.

'Hallo!' shouted the man in the white wideawake.

'For God's sake, sir,' shouted Abraham, 'heave us a line, that we may
haul alongside! We're in great distress, and there's a couple of parties
here as wants to get aboard ye.'

'Heave them a line!' shouted the fellow aft, sending his voice to the

'Look out for it!' bawled the white man on the heel of the cathead
within the rail.

A line lay ready, as though our want had been foreseen; with sailorly
celerity the white man gathered it into fakes, and in a few moments the
coils were flying through the air. Jacob caught the rope with the
unerring clutch of a boatman, and the three of us, stretching our backs
at it, swung the lugger to the vessel's quarter.

'What is it you want?' cried the long-whiskered man, looking down at us
over the rail.

'We'll come aboard and tell you, sir,' answered Abraham. 'Jacob, you
mind the lugger! Now, Mr. Tregarthen, watch your chance and jump into
them channels [meaning the mizzen chains], and I'll stand by to help the
lady up to your hands. Ye'll want narve, miss! Can ye do it?'

Helga smiled.

I jumped on to a thwart, planting one foot on the gunwale in readiness.
The rolling of the two craft, complicated, so to speak, by the swift
jumps of the lugger as compared with the slow stoops of the barque, made
the task of boarding ticklish even to me, who had had some experience in
gaining the decks of ships in heavy weather. I waited. Up swung the
boat, and over came the leaning side of the barque: then I sprang, and
successfully, and, instantly turning, waited to catch hold of Helga.

Abraham took her under the arms as though to lift her towards me when
the opportunity came.

'I can manage alone--I shall be safer alone!' she exclaimed, giving him
a smile and then setting her lips.

She did as I had done--stood on a thwart, securely planting one foot on
the gunwale; and even in such a moment as that I could find mind enough
to admire the beauty of her figure and the charming grace of her posture
as her form floated perpendicularly upon the staggering motions of the

'Now, Hugh!' she cried, as her outstretched hands were borne up to the
level of mine. I caught her. She sprang, and was at my side in a breath.

'Nobly done, Helga,' said I: 'now over the rail with us.'

She stopped to call Abraham with a voice in which I could trace no hurry
of breathing: 'Will you please hand me up my little parcel?'

This was done, and a minute later we had gained the poop of the barque.

The man with the long whiskers advanced to the break of the short poop
or upper deck as Helga and I ascended the ladder that led to it. He
seized the brim of his hat, and, without lifting it, bowed his head as
though to the tug he gave, and said with a slightly nasal accent by no
means Yankee, but of the kind that is common to the denomination of

'I suppose you are the two distressed parties the sailor in the lugger
called out about?'

'We are, sir,' said I. 'May I take it that you are the captain of this

'You may,' he responded, with his eyes fixed on Helga. 'Captain Joppa
Bunting, master of the barque _Light of the World_, from the river
Thames for Table Bay, with a small cargo _and_ for orders. That gives
you everything, sir,' said he.

He pulled at his long whiskers with a complacent smile, now
contemplating me and now Helga.

'Captain Bunting,' said I, 'this lady and myself are shipwrecked people,
very eager indeed to get home. We have met with some hard adventures,
and this lady, the daughter of the master of the barque _Anine_, has not
only undergone the miseries of shipwreck, the hardships of a raft, and
some days of wretchedness aboard that open boat alongside: she has been
afflicted, besides, by the death of her father.'

'Very sorry indeed to hear it, miss,' said the Captain; 'but let this be
your consolation, that every man's earthly father is bound to die at
some time or other, but man's Heavenly Father remains with him for

Helga bowed her head. Language of this kind in the mouth of a plain
sea-captain comforted me greatly as a warrant of goodwill and help.

'I'm sure,' said I, 'I may count upon your kindness to receive this lady
and me and put us aboard the first homeward-bound ship that we may

'Why, of course, it is my duty as a Christian man,' he answered, 'to be
of service to all sorrowing persons that I may happen to fall in with. A
Deal lugger--as I may presume your little ship to be--is no fit abode
for a young lady of sweet-and-twenty----'

He was about to add something, but at that moment Abraham came up the
ladder, followed by the white man whom I had noticed standing on the

'What can I do for you, my man?' said the Captain, turning to Abraham.

'Whoy, sir, it's loike this----' began Abraham.

'He wants us to give him a spare boom to serve as a mast, sir,' clipped
in the other, who, as I presently got to know, was the first mate of the
vessel--a sandy-haired, pale-faced man, with the lightest-blue eyes I
had ever seen, a little pimple of a nose, which the sun had caught, and
which glowed red, in violent contrast with his veal-coloured cheeks. He
was dressed in a plain suit of pilot-cloth, with a shovel peaked cap;
but the old pair of carpet slippers he wore gave him a down-at-heels

'A spare boom!' cried the Captain. 'That's a big order, my lad. Why, the
sight of your boat made me think I hadn't got rid of the Downs yet!
There's no hovelling to be done down here, is there?'

'They're carrying out the boat to Australia, sir!' said the mate.

The Captain looked hard at Abraham.

'For a consideration, I suppose?' said he.

'Ay, sir, for a consideration, as you say,' responded Abraham, grinning
broadly, and clearly very much gratified by the Captain's reception of

'Then,' said the Captain, pulling down his whiskers and smiling with an
expression of self-complacency not to be conveyed in words, 'I do not
for a moment doubt that you _are_ carrying that lugger to Australia, for
my opinion of the Deal boatmen is this: that for a consideration they
would carry their immortal souls to the gates of the devil's palace, and
then return to their public-houses, get drunk on the money they had
received, and roll about bragging how they had bested Old Nick himself!
Spare boom for a mast, eh?' he continued, peering into Abraham's face.
'What's your name, my man?'

'Abraham Vise,' answered the boatman, apparently too much astonished as
yet to be angry.

'Well, see here, friend Abraham,' said the Captain turning up his eyes
and blandly pointing aloft, 'my ship isn't a forest, and spare booms
don't grow aboard us. And yet,' said he, once again peering closely into
Abraham's face, 'you're evidently a fellow-Christian in distress, and
it's my duty to help you! I suppose you _are_ a Christian?'

'Born one!' answered Abraham.

'Then, Mr. Jones,' exclaimed the Captain, 'go round the ship with friend
Abraham Vise, and see what's to be come at in the shape of a spare
boom. Off with you now! Time's time on the ocean, and I can't keep my
tops'l aback all day.'

The two men went off the poop. The Captain asked me my name, then
inquired Helga's, and said, 'Mr. Tregarthen, and you, Miss Nielsen, I
will ask you to step below. I have a drop of wine in my cabin, and a
glass of it can hurt neither of you. Come along, if you please;' and, so
saying, he led the way to a little companion-hatch, down which he
bundled, with Helga and myself in his wake; and T recollect, as I turned
to put my foot upon the first of the steps, that I took notice (with a
sort of wonder in me that passed through my mind with the velocity of
thought) of the lemon-coloured face of a man standing at the wheel, with
such a scowl upon his brow, that looked to be withered by the sun to the
aspect of the rind of a rotten orange, and with such a fierce, glaring
expression in his dusky eyes, the pupils of which lay like a drop of ink
slowly filtering out upon a slip of coloured blotting-paper, that but
for the hurry I was in to follow the Captain I must have lingered to
glance again and yet again at the strange, fierce, forbidding creature.

We entered a plain little state-cabin, or living-room, filled with the
furniture that is commonly to be seen in craft of this sort--a table,
lockers, two or three chairs, a swinging tray, a lamp, and the like. The
Captain asked us to sit, and disappeared in a berth forward of the
state-cabin; but he returned too speedily to suffer Helga and me to
exchange words. He put a bottle of marsala upon the table, took the
wineglasses from a rack affixed to a beam, and produced from a
side-locker a plate of mixed biscuits. He filled the glasses, and, with
his singular smile and equally curious bow, drank our healths, adding
that he hoped to have the pleasure of speedily transhipping us.

He had removed his wideawake hat, and there was nothing, for the moment,
to distract me from a swift but comprehensive survey of him. He had a
long hooked nose, small, restless eyes, and hair so plentiful that it
curled upon his back. His cheeks were perfectly colourless, and of an
unwholesome dinginess, and hung very fat behind his long whiskers, and
I found him remarkable for the appearance of his mouth, the upper lip
of which was as thick as the lower. He might have passed very well for a
London tradesman--a man who had become almost bloodless through long
years of serving behind a counter in a dark shop. He had nothing
whatever of the sailor in his aspect--I do not mean the theatrical
sailor, our old friend of the purple nose and grog-blossomed skin, but
of that ordinary every-day mariner whom one may meet with in thousands
in the docks of Great Britain. But that, however, which I seemed to find
most remarkable in him was his smile. It was the haunting of his
countenance by the very spectre of mirth. There was no life, no
sincerity in it. Nevertheless, it caused a perpetual play of features
more or less defined, informed by an expression which made one instantly
perceive that Captain Joppa Bunting had the highest possible opinion of

He asked me for my story, and I gave it him, he, meanwhile, listening to
me with his singular smile, and his eyes almost embarrassingly rooted
upon my face.

'Ah!' cried he, fetching a deep sigh, 'a noble cause is the lifeboat
service. Heaven bless its sublime efforts! and it is gratifying to know
that her Majesty the Queen is a patron of the institution. Mr.
Tregarthen, your conscience should be very acceptable to you, sir, when
you come to consider that but for you this charming young lady must have
perished'--he motioned towards Helga with an ungainly inclination of his

'I think, Captain,' said I, 'you must put it the other way about--I
mean, that but for Miss Nielsen _I_ must have perished.'

'Nielsen--Nielsen,' said he, repeating the word. 'That is not an English
name, is it?'

'Captain Nielsen was a Dane,' said I.

'But you are not a Dane, madam?' he exclaimed.

'My mother was English,' she answered; 'but I am a Dane, nevertheless.'

'What is the religion of the Danes?' he asked.

'We are a Protestant people,' she answered, while I stared at the man,
wondering whether he was perfectly sound in his head, for nothing could
seem more malapropos at such a time as this than his questions about,
and his references to, religion.

'What is your denomination, madam?' he asked, smiling, with a drag at
one long whisker.

'I thought I had made you understand that I was a Protestant,' she
answered, with an instant's petulance.

'There are many sorts of Protestants!' he exclaimed.

'Have you not a black crew?' said I, anxious to change the subject,
sending a glance in search of Abraham through the window of the little
door that led on to the quarter-deck, and that was framed on either hand
by a berth or sleeping-room, from one of which the Captain had brought
the wine.

'Yes, my crew are black,' said he; 'black here'--he touched his
face--'and, I fear, black here'--he put his hand upon his heart. 'But I
have some hope of crushing one superstition out of them before we let go
our anchor in Table Bay!'

As he said these words a sudden violent shock was to be felt in the
cabin, as though, indeed, the ship, as she dropped her stern into the
trough, had struck the ground. All this time the vessel had been rolling
and plunging somewhat heavily as she lay with her topsail to the mast
in the very swing of the sea; but after the uneasy feverish friskings of
the lugger, the motion was so long-drawn, so easy, so comfortable, in a
word, that I had sat and talked scarcely sensible of it. But the sudden
shock could not have been more startling, more seemingly violent, had a
big ship driven into us. A loud cry followed. Captain Bunting sprang to
his feet; at the same moment there was a hurried tramp and rush of
footsteps overhead, and more cries. Captain Bunting ran to the
companion-steps, up which he hopped with incredible activity.

'I fear the lugger has been driven against the vessel's side!' said

'Oh, Heaven, yes!' I cried. 'But I trust, for the poor fellows' sake,
she is not injured. Let us go on deck!'

We ran up the steps, and the very first object I saw as I passed through
the hatch was Jacob's face, purple with the toil of climbing, rising
over the rail on the quarter. Abraham and two or three coloured men
grasped the poor fellow, and over he floundered on to the deck,
streaming wet.

Helga and I ran to the side to see what had happened. There was no need
to look long. Directly under the ship's quarter lay the lugger with the
water sluicing into her. The whole of one side of her was crushed as
though an army of workmen had been hammering at her with choppers. We
had scarcely time to glance before she was gone! A sea foamed over and
filled her out of hand, and down she went like a stone, with a snap of
the line that held her, as though it had been thread, to the lift of the
barque from the drowning fabric.

'Gone!' cried I. 'Heaven preserve us! What will our poor friends do?'

Captain Bunting was roaring out in true sea-fashion. He might continue
to smile, indeed; but his voice had lost its nasal twang.

'How did this happen?' he bawled. 'Why on earth wasn't the lugger kept
fended off? Mr. Jones, jump into that quarter-boat and see if we've
received any injury.'

The mate hopped into the boat, and craned over. 'It seems all right with
us, sir!' he cried.

'Well, then, how did this happen?' exclaimed the Captain, addressing
Jacob, who stood, the very picture of distress and dejection, with the
water running away upon the deck from his feet, and draining from his
finger-ends as his arms hung up and down as though he stood in a

'I'd gone forward,' answered the poor fellow, 'to slacken away the line
that the lugger might drop clear, and then it happened, and that's all I
know;' and here he slowly turned his half-drowned, bewildered face upon
Abraham, who was staring over the rail down upon the sea where the
lugger had sunk, as though rendered motionless by a stroke of paralysis.

'Well, and what'll you do now?' cried Captain Bunting.

'Do? Whoy, chuck myself overboard!' shouted Jacob, apparently quickened
into his old vitality by the anguish of sudden realization.

Here Abraham slowly looked round, and then turned and lay against the
rail, eyeing us lifelessly.



There were four or five coloured seamen standing near, looking on.
Though I could not have been sure, I guessed them to be Malays by the
somewhat Chinese cast of their features. I had seen such faces once
before, discolouring a huddle of white countenances of European seamen
looking over the side of a ship, anchored in our bay, at the lifeboat I
was in charge of for an hour or two of practice. I also caught the
fierce lemon-coloured creature at the wheel following the Captain, as he
moved about, with his stealthy dusky eyes; but more than this I had not
time to take notice of.

'Abraham,' I exclaimed, approaching him, 'this is a bad business.'

'Ay,' he muttered, drying his lips upon his knuckles. 'There's nothen
to do now but to get home again. I laid out fifteen pound for myself on
this here job, an it's gone, and gone's, too, the money we was to take
up. Oh, Jacob, matey! how came it about? how came it about?' he cried,
in a voice of bitter grief that was without the least hint of temper or

'Ye've heard, Abraham,' answered the other, speaking brokenly. 'Gord He
knows how it happened. I'd ha' given ten toimes ower the money we was to
airn that this here mucking job had been yourn instead o' mine, that I
might feel as sorry for ye, Abey, as ye are for me, mate.'

'Is she clean gone?' cried Captain Bunting, looking over the quarter.
'Yes, clean. Nothing but her boat floating, and a few spars. It is spilt
milk, and not to be recovered by tears. You two men will have to go
along with us till we can send the four of you home. Mr. Jones, fill on
your topsail, if you please. Hi! you Pallunappachelly, swab up that wet
there, d'ye hear? Now Moona, now Yong Soon Wat, and you, Shayoo
Saibo--maintopsail-brace, and bear a hand!'

While the topsail-yard was in the act of swinging I observed that
Abraham's countenance suddenly changed. A fit of temper, resembling his
outbreak when the Hamburger had passed us, darkened his face. He rolled
his eyes fiercely, then, plucking off his cap, flung it savagely down
upon the deck, and, while he tumbled and sprawled about in a sort of mad
dance, he bawled at the top of his voice:

'I says it _can't_ be true! What I says is, it's a dream--a blooming,
measly dream! The _Airly Marn_ foundered!' Here he gave his cap a kick
that sent it flying the length of the poop. 'It's a loie, I says. It was
to ha' been seventy-foive pound a man, and there was two gone, whose
shares would ha' been ourn. And where's moy fifteen pound vorth o'
goods? Cuss the hour, I says, that ever we fell in with this barque!'

He raved in this fashion for some minutes, the Captain meanwhile eyeing
him with his head on one side, as though striving to find out whether he
was drunk or mad. He then rushed to the side with an impetuosity that
made me fear he meant to spring overboard, and, looking down for a
moment, he bellowed forth, shaking his clenched fist at the sea:

'Yes, then she _is_ gone, and 'tain't a dream!'

He fetched his thigh a mighty slap, and, wheeling round, stared at us in
the manner of one temporarily bereft of his senses by the apparition of
something he finds horrible.

'These Deal boatmen have excitable natures!' said Captain Joppa Bunting,
addressing me, fixedly smiling, and passing his fingers through a
whisker as he spoke.

'I trust you will bear with the poor fellows,' said I: 'it is a heavy
loss to the men, and a death-blow to big expectations.'

'Temper is excusable occasionally at sea,' observed the Captain; 'but
language I never permit. Yet that unhappy Christian soul ought to be
borne with, as you say, seeing that he is a poor ignorant man very
sorely tried. Abraham Vise, come here!' he called.

'His name is Wise,' said I.

'Wise, come here!' he shouted.

Abraham approached us with a slow, rolling gait, and a face in which
temper was now somewhat clouded by bewilderment.

'Abraham,' said the Captain, looking from him to Jacob, who leaned, wet
through, against the rail with a dogged face and his eyes rooted upon
the deck, 'you have met with one of those severe reverses which happen
entirely for the good of the sufferer, however he may object to take
that view. Depend upon it, my man, that the loss of your lugger is for
some wise purpose.'

Abraham looked at him with an eye whose gaze delivered the word _damn_
as articulately as ever his lips could have uttered the oath.

'You two men were going in that small open boat to Australia,' continued
the Captain, with a paternal air and a nasal voice, and smiling always.
'Do you suppose you would ever have reached that distant coast?'

'Sartainly I dew, sir,' cried Abraham hoarsely, with a vehement nod.

'I say _no_, then!' thundered the Captain. '_Two_ of you! Why, I've
fallen in with smaller luggers than yours cruising in the Channel with
eight of a crew.'

'Ay!' shouted Abraham. 'And vy? Only ask yourself the question! 'Cause
they carry men to ship as pilots. But tew can handle a lugger.'

'I say no!' thundered the Captain again. 'What? All the way from the
Chops to Sydney Bay. Who's your navigator?'

'Oy am,' answered Abraham.

The Captain curved his odd, double-lipped mouth into a sneer, that yet
somehow did not disguise or alter his habitual or congenital smile,
while he ran his eye over the boatman's figure.

'You!' he cried, pausing and bursting into a loud laugh; then, resuming
his nasal intonation, he continued. 'Mark you this now. The loss of your
lugger alongside my barque is a miracle wrought by a bountiful Heaven to
extend your existence, which you were deliberately attempting to cut
short by a dreadful act of folly, so dreadful that had you perished by a
like behaviour ashore you would have been buried with a stake through
your middle.'

He turned up his eyes till little more than the whites of them were
visible. Grieved as I was for poor Abraham, I scarcely saved myself from
bursting out laughing, so ludicrous were the shifting emotions which
worked in his face, and so absurd Jacob's fixed stare of astonishment
and wrath.

'Now, men,' continued the Captain, 'you can go forward. What's _your_

'Jacob Minnikin, sir,' answered the boatman, speaking thickly and with

'Get you to the galley, Jacob Minnikin,' said the Captain, 'and dry your
clothes. The chief mate will show you where to find a couple of spare
bunks in the forecastle. Go and warm yourselves and get something to
eat. You'll be willing to work, I hope, in return for my keeping you
until I can send you home?'

Abraham sullenly mumbled, 'Yes, sir.'

'All right. We may not be long together; but while I have you I shall be
thankful for you. We are a black crew, and the sight of a couple of
white faces forward will do me good. Off you go, now!'

Without another word the two men trudged off the poop; but I could hear
them muttering to each other as they went down the ladder.

Some time before this sail had been trimmed, and the barque was once
again clumsily breaking the seas, making a deal of noisy sputtering at
her cutwater to the stoop of her apple-shaped bows, and rolling and
plunging as though she were contending with the surge of Agulhas or the
Horn. I sent my sight around the ocean, but there was nothing to be
seen. The atmosphere had slightly thickened, and it was blowing fresh,
but the wind was on the quarter, and the mate had found nothing in the
weather to hinder him from showing the mainsail to it again with the
port clew up. But the Captain's talk prevented me from making further
observations at that time.

'Those two men,' said he, 'have very good, honest, substantial,
Scriptural names. Abraham and Jacob,' he smacked his lips. 'I like 'em.
I consider myself fortunate in the name of Joppa,' he continued, looking
from me to Helga. 'I _might_ have been called Robert.'

You would have thought that the smile which accompanied this speech was
designed to point it as a joke, but a moment's observation assured me
that it was a fixed expression.

'I have observed,' he went on, 'that the lower orders are very dull and
tardy in arriving at an appreciation of the misfortunes which befall
them. Those two men, sir, are not in the least degree grateful for the
loss of their lugger, by which, as I told them, their lives have been
undoubtedly preserved.'

'They are poor men,' said Helga, 'and do not know how to be grateful for
the loss of perhaps very nearly all that they have in the world.'

He looked at her smilingly, with a glance down her figure, and
exclaimed, 'I am quite sure that when your poor dear father's barque
sank _you_ did not resent the decree of Heaven.'

Helga held her peace.

'Was she insured, madam?' he asked.

She answered briefly 'Yes,' not choosing to enter into explanations.

He surveyed her thoughtfully, with his head on one side; then,
addressing me, he said:

'The man Abraham, now. I take it he was skipper of the lugger?'

'Yes, he was so,' said I.

'Is it possible that he knows anything of navigation?'

'I fear his acquaintance with that art is small. He can blunder upon the
latitude with the aid of an old quadrant, but he leaves his longitude
to dead reckoning.'

'And yet he was going to Australia!' cried the Captain, tossing his
pale, fleshly hands and upturning his eyes. 'Still, he is a respectable

'A large-hearted, good man,' cried Helga warmly.

He surveyed her again thoughtfully with his head on one side, slowly
combing down one whisker, then addressing me:

'I am rather awkwardly situated,' said he. 'Mr. Ephraim Jones and myself
are the only two white men aboard this vessel. Jones is an only mate.
You know what that means?'

I shook my head in my ignorance, with a glance at Helga.

'Captain Bunting means,' she answered, smiling, 'that only mate is
literally the only mate that is carried in a ship.'

He stared at her with lifted eyebrows, and then gave her a bow.

'Right, madam,' said he. 'And when you are married, dear lady, you will
take all care, I trust, that your husband shall be _your_ only mate.'

She slightly coloured, and as she swayed to the rolling deck I caught
sight of her little foot petulantly beating the plank for a moment. It
was clear that Captain Bunting was not going to commend himself to her
admiration by his wit.

'You were talking about Abraham,' said I.

'No, I was talking about Jones,' he answered, 'and attempting to explain
the somewhat unpleasant fix I am in. The man who acted as second mate
was the carpenter of the barque, a fellow named Winstanley. I fear he
went mad, after we were a day out. Whether he jumped overboard or fell
overboard, I cannot say.' He made a wild grimace, as though the
recollection shocked him. 'There was nothing for it but to pursue the
voyage with my only mate; and I, of course, have to keep watch-and-watch
with him--a very great inconvenience to me. I believe Abraham Wise--or
Vise, as he calls himself--would excellently fill Winstanley's place.'

'He wants to get home,' said I.

'Yet I might tempt him to remain with me,' said he, smiling. 'There's no
melody so alluring to a Deal boatman's ears as the jingling of silver

'You will find him thoroughly trustworthy,' said Helga.

'We will wait a little--we will wait a little!' he exclaimed blandly.

'Of course, Captain Bunting,' said I, 'your views in the direction of
Abraham will not, I am sure, hinder you from sending Miss Nielsen and
myself to England at the very earliest opportunity.' And I found my eye
going seawards over the barque's bow as I spoke.

'The very first vessel that comes along you shall be sent aboard of,
providing, to be sure, she will receive you.'

I thanked him heartily, and also added, in the most delicate manner I
could contrive on the instant, that all expense incurred by his keeping
us should be defrayed. He flourished his fat hand.

'That is language to address to the Pharisee, sir--not to the

All this was exceedingly gratifying. My spirits rose, and I felt in a
very good humour with him. He looked at his watch.

'Five o'clock,' said he. 'Mr. Jones,' he called to the mate, who was
standing forward at the head of the little poop ladder, 'you can go
below and get your supper, then relieve me. Tell Punmeamootty to put
some cold beef and pickles on the table. Better let him set the ham on
too, and tell the fool that it won't bite him. Punmeamootty can make
some coffee, Mr. Jones; or perhaps you drink tea?' said he, turning to
Helga. 'Well, _both_, Mr. Jones, _both_,' he shouted: 'tea _and_ coffee.
Make a good meal, sir, and then come and relieve me.'

The mate vanished. Captain Bunting drew back by a step or two to cast a
look aloft. He then, and with a sailorly eye methought, despite his
whiskers and dingy fleshy face and fixed smile, sent a searching glance
to windward, following it on with a cautious survey of the horizon. He
next took a peep at the compass, and said something to a
mahogany-coloured man who had replaced the fierce-looking fellow at the
wheel. I observed that when the Captain approached the man stirred
uneasily in his shoes, 'twixt which and the foot of his blue dungaree
breeches there lay visible the bare, yellow flesh of his ankles.

I said softly and quickly to Helga, 'This is a very extraordinary

'Something in him repels me,' she answered.

'He is behaving kindly and hospitably, though.'

'Yes, Hugh; still, I shall be glad to leave the barque. What a very
strange crew the ship carries! What are they?'

'I will ask him,' said I, and at that moment he rejoined us.

'Captain,' I exclaimed, 'what countrymen are your sailors, pray?'

'Mostly Malays, with a few Cingalese among them,' he answered. 'I got
them on a sudden, and was glad of them, I can tell you. I had shipped an
ordinary European crew in the Thames; and in the Downs, where we lay
wind-bound for three days, every man-jack of them, saving Mr. Jones and
Winstanley, lowered that quarter-boat,' said he, nodding to it, 'one
dark night, chucked their traps in and went away for Dover round the
South Foreland. I recovered the boat, and was told that there was a crew
of Malays lodged at the Sailors' Home at Dover. A vessel from Ceylon
that had touched at the Cape and taken in some coloured seamen there
had stranded, a night or two before my men ran, somewhere off the South
Sand Head. She was completely wrecked, and her crew were brought to
Dover. There were eleven of them in all, with a boss or bo's'n or
serang, call him what you will--there he is!' He pointed to a
dark-skinned fellow on the forecastle. 'Well, to cut the story short,
when these fellows heard I was bound to the Cape they were all eager to
ship. They offered their services for very little money--very little
money indeed,' he added, smiling, 'their object being to get home. I had
no idea of being detained in the Downs for a crew, and I had no heart,
believe me, to swallow another dose of the British merchant sailor, so I
had them brought aboard--and there they are!' he exclaimed, gazing
complacently forward and aft, 'but they are black inside and out.
They're Mahometans, to a man, and now I'm sorry I shipped them, though I
hope to do good--yes,' said he, nodding at me, 'I hope to do good.'

He communicated to this final sentence all the significance that it was
in the power of his countenance and manner to bestow; but what he meant
I did not trouble myself to inquire. Mr. Jones remained below about ten
minutes: he then arrived, and the Captain, who was asking Helga
questions about her father's ship, the cause of her loss, and the like,
instantly broke off on seeing the mate, and asked us to follow him to
the cabin.

The homely interior looked very hospitable, with its table cleanly
draped and pleasantly equipped with provisions. The coloured man who
apparently acted as steward, and who bore the singular name of
Punmeamootty, stood, a dusky shadow, near the cabin-door. In spite of a
smoky sunset in the western windy haze, the gloom of the evening in the
east was already upon the ocean, and the cabin, as we entered it, showed
somewhat darksome to the sight; yet though the figure of the Malay, as I
have already said, was no more than a shadow, I could distinctly see his
gleaming eyes even from the distance of the companion steps; and I
believe had it been much darker still I should have beheld his eyes
looking at us from the other end of the cabin.

'Light the lamp, Punmeamootty!' said the Captain. 'Now, let me see,'
said he, throwing his wideawake on to a locker; 'at sea we call the
last meal supper, Miss Nielsen.'

'Yes, I know that,' she answered.

'Before we go to supper,' he continued, 'you would like to refresh
yourself in a cabin. How about accommodating you, Mr. Tregarthen? That
cabin is mine,' said he, pointing, 'and the one facing it is Mr.
Jones's. There are four gloomy little holes below, one of which was
occupied by poor Winstanley, and the others, I fear, are choke full of
stores and odds and ends.' He eyed her for a moment meditatively.
'Come,' said he: 'you are a lady, and must be made comfortable, however
short your stay with me may be. Mr. Jones will give up his cabin, and go
into the steerage!'

'And Mr. Tregarthen?' said Helga.

'Oh, I'll set some of our darkeys after supper to make ready one of the
berths below for him.'

'I do not wish to be separated from Mr. Tregarthen,' said Helga.

Captain Bunting looked at her, then at me, then at her left hand, for
the coloured steward had now lighted the lamp and we were conversing
close to it.

'You are Miss Nielsen?' said the Captain. 'Have I mistaken?'

The blood rose to the girl's cheek.

'No, you have not mistaken,' said I; 'Miss Nielsen and I have now for
some days been fellow-sufferers, and, for acquaintance's sake, she
wishes her berth to be near mine!'

This I said soothingly, for I thought the skipper's brow looked a little

'Be it so,' said he, with a bland flourish of both hands: 'meanwhile,
madam, such conveniences as my cabin affords are at your service for
immediate use.'

She hesitated, but on meeting my eye seemed immediately to catch what
was in my mind, and, smiling prettily, she thanked him, and went at once
to his cabin.

'The fact is, sir,' said he nasally, dragging at the wristband of his
shirt and looking at his nails, 'man at the best is but a very selfish
animal, and cruelly neglectful of the comfort and happiness of women.
Pardon my frankness: your charming companion has been exposed for
several days to the horrors of what was really no better than an open
boat. What more natural than that she should wish to adjust her hair and
take a peep at herself in a looking-glass? And yet'--here he smiled
profoundly--'the suggestion that she should withdraw did not come from

'The kindness of your reception of us,' I answered, 'assured me that you
would do everything that is necessary.'

'Quite so,' he answered; 'and now, Mr. Tregarthen, I dare say a brush-up
will comfort you too. You will find all that you require in Mr. Jones's

I thanked him, and at once entered the berth, hardly knowing as yet
whether to be amused or astonished by the singular character of this
long-whiskered, blandly smiling, and, as I might fairly believe,
religious sea-captain.

There was a little window in the berth that looked on to the
quarter-deck. On peering through it I spied Abraham and Jacob with their
arms buried to the elbow in their breeches' pockets, leaning, with
dogged mien, in the true loafing, lounging, 'longshore posture, against
the side of the caboose or galley. The whole ship's company seemed to
have gathered about them. I counted nine men. There was a rusty tinge in
the atmosphere that gave me a tolerable sight of all those people. It
was the first dog-watch, when the men would be free to hang about the
decks and smoke and talk. The coloured sailors formed a group, in that
dull hectic light, to dwell upon the memory--one with a yellow
sou'-wester, another with a soldier's forage-cap on his head, a third in
a straw hat, along with divers scarecrow-like costumes of dungaree and
coarse canvas jumpers--here a jacket resembling an evening-dress coat
that had been robbed of its tails, there a pair of flapping skirts, a
red wool comforter, half-wellington boots, old shoes, and I know not
what besides.

The man that had been pointed out to me as 'boss'--to employ Captain
Bunting's term--was addressing the two boatmen as I looked. He was
talking in a low voice, and not the slightest growl of his accents
reached me. Now and again he would smite his hands and act as though
betrayed by temper into a sudden vehement delivery, from which he
swiftly recovered himself, so to speak, with an eager look aft at the
poop-deck, where, I might suppose, the mate stood watching them, or
where, at all events, he would certainly be walking, on the look-out.
While he addressed the boatmen, the others stood doggedly looking on,
all, apparently, intent upon the countenances of our Deal friends, whose
attitude was one of contemptuous inattention.

However, by this time I had refreshed myself with a wash, and now
quitted the cabin after a slight look round, in which I took notice of
the portrait of a stout lady cut out in black paper and pasted upon a
white card, a telescope, a sextant case, a little battery of pipes in a
rack over the bunk.

Helga arrived, holding her sealskin hat in her hand. Her amber-coloured
hair--for sometimes I would think it of this hue, at others a pale gold,
then a very fine delicate yellow--showed with a little roughness in it,
as though she were fresh from the blowing of the wind. But had she been
an artist she could not have expressed more choiceness in her fashion of
neglect. She had heartened and brightened greatly since our rescue from
the raft, and, though there were still many traces of her grief and
sufferings in her face, there was likewise the promise that she needed
but a very short term of good usage from life to bloom into as sweet,
modest, and gentle a maiden as a man's heart could wish to hold to

The Captain, motioning us to our places, took his seat at the head of
the table with a large air of hospitality in his manner of drawing out
his whiskers and inflating his waistcoat. The vessel creaked and groaned
noisily as she pitched and rolled, so slanting the table that, but for
the rough, well-used fiddles, every article upon it would have speedily
tumbled on to the deck. The lamp burned brightly, and almost eclipsed
the rusty complexion of daylight that lay upon the glass of the little
skylight directly over our heads.

Punmeamootty waited nimbly upon us, though my immediate impression was
that his alacrity was not a little animated by fear and dislike. As the
Captain sat smilingly recommending the ham that he was carving--dwelling
much upon it, and talking of the pig as an animal on the whole more
serviceable to man than the cow--I caught the coloured steward watching
him as he stood some little distance away upon the skipper's left, with
his dusky shining eyes in the corner of their sockets. It reminded me of
the look I had observed the fierce-looking fellow at the wheel fasten
upon the Captain. It was as though the fellow cursed him with his dusky
gaze. Yet there was nothing forbidding in his face, despite his
ugliness. His skin was of the colour of the yolk of an egg, and he had a
coarse heavy nose, which made me suspect a Dutch hand in the man's
creation. His hair was coal black, long, and lank, after the Chinese
pattern. It would have been hard to guess his age from such a mask of a
face as he carried; but the few bristles on his upper lip suggested
youth, and I dare say I was right in thinking him about two-and-twenty.

The Captain talked freely; sometimes he omitted his nasal twang; but his
conversation was threaded with pious reflections, and I took notice of a
tendency in the man to sermonize, as though little in the most familiar
talk could occur out of which a salutary moral was not to be squeezed.
He seemed to be very well pleased to have us on board, not perhaps so
much because our company was a break as because it provided him with an
opportunity to philosophize, and to air his sentiments. I shall not be
thought very grateful for thus speaking of a man who had rescued us from
a trying and distressful situation, and who was entertaining us kindly,
and, I may say, bountifully; but my desire is to give you the truth--to
describe exactly as best I can what I saw and suffered in this strange
passage of my life, and the portrait I am attempting of Captain Joppa
Bunting is as the eyes of my head, and of my mind too, beheld him.

As I looked at him sitting at the table, of a veal-like complexion in
that light, blandly gesticulating with his fat hands, expressing himself
with a nasal gravity that was at times diverting with the smile that
accompanied it, it seemed difficult to believe that he was a merchant
captain, the master of as commonplace an old ocean waggon as ever
crushed a sea with a round bow. I asked him how long he had followed the
life, and he astonished me by answering that he was now forty-four, and
that he had been apprenticed to the sea at the age of twelve.

'You will have seen a very great deal in that time, Captain,' said I.

'I believe there is no wonder of the Lord visible upon the face of the
deep which I have not viewed,' he responded. 'There is no part of the
world which I have not visited. I have coasted the Antarctic zone of ice
in a whaler, and I have been becalmed for seventeen weeks right off,
with thirty miles of motion only in those seventeen weeks, upon the
parallel of one degree north.'

On this I observed that Helga eyed him with interest, yet I seemed to be
sensible, too, of an expression of recoil in her face, if I may thus
express what I do not know how better to define.

'You have worn wonderfully well,' said I.

'I have taken care of myself,' he answered, smiling.

'Is this your ship, sir?'

'I have a large interest in her,' he replied. 'I am very well content to
follow the sea. The sense of being watched over is comforting, and often
exhilarating; but I wish,' he exclaimed, with a solemn wagging of his
head, 'that the obligation to make money in this life was less, much
less, than it is.'

'It is the only life in which we shall require money,' said Helga.

'True, madam,' said he, with an apparently careless but puzzling glance
at her; 'but let me tell you that the obligation of money-making soils
the soul. I am not surprised that the godliest of the good men of old
took up their abode in caves, were satisfied with roots for dinner, and
were as happy in a sheep's-skin as a dandy in a costume by Poole. I defy
a man to practise virtue and make money too. Punmeamootty, put some wine
into the lady's glass!'

Helga declined. The Malay was moving swiftly to execute the order, but
stopped dead on her saying no, and with insensible and mouse-like
movements regained his former post, where he stood watching the Captain
as before.

'Yes,' said I, 'this world would be a pleasant one if we could manage
without money.'

'For myself,' said he, casting his eyes over the table, 'I could do very
well with a crust of bread and a glass of water; but I have a daughter,
Judith Ruby, and I have to work for her.'

This brought a little expression of sympathy into Helga's face.

'Is she your only daughter, Captain Bunting?' she asked.

'My only daughter,' he answered, with a momentary softening of his
voice. 'I wish I had her here!' said he. 'You would find her, Miss
Nielsen, a good, kind, religious girl. She is lonely in her home when I
am away. I am a widower. My dear wife fell asleep six years ago.'

He sighed, but he was smiling too as he did so.

The windows of the skylight had now turned into gleaming ebony against
the darkness of the evening outside, and reflected the white table-cloth
and the sparkling glass and our figures as though it were a black
polished mirror over our heads. I had taken notice of a sharper
inclination in the heel of the barque when she rolled to leeward, and,
though I was no sailor, yet my ears, accustomed to the noises of the
coast, had caught a keener edge in the hum of the wind outside, a more
fretful hiss in the stroke of every sea smiting the bends. An order was
delivered from the deck above us and shortly afterwards, a singular
sound of howling arose, accompanied with the slatting and flapping of

'Mr. Jones is taking the mainsail off her,' said the Captain, 'but the
glass is very steady. We shall have a fine night,' he added, smiling at

'Is that strange wailing noise made by the crew?' she asked.

'It is, madam. The Malays are scarcely to be called nightingales. They
are pulling at the ropes, and they sing as they pull. It is a habit
among sailors--but you do not require me to tell you that.'

'I believe there is very little in seamanship, Captain Bunting,' said I,
'that even you, with your long experience, could teach Miss Nielsen.'

She looked somewhat wistfully at me, as though she would discourage any
references to her.

'Indeed!' he exclaimed. 'I should like to hear your nautical

'It was my humour to assist my father when at sea,' she said, with her
eyes fixed on the table.

'Now, what can you do?' said he, watching her. 'Pray tell me? A
knowledge of the sea among your sex is so rare that a sailor could never
value it too greatly in a lady.'

'Let me answer for Miss Nielsen, Captain,' I exclaimed carelessly, with
a glance at the Malay steward, whose gaze, like the Captain's, was also
directed at Helga. 'She can put a ship about, she can steer, she can
loose a jib, and run aloft as nimbly as the smartest sailor; she can
stand a watch and work a ship in it, and she can take sights and give
you a vessel's place on the chart--within a mile shall I say, Helga?'

He looked at me on my pronouncing the word 'Helga.' I do not know that I
had before called the girl thus familiarly in his presence.

'You are joking, Mr. Tregarthen!' said he.

A little smile of appeal to me parted Helga's lips.

'No, no,' said I, 'I am not joking. It is all true. She is the most
heroical of girls, besides. We owe our preservation to her courage and
knowledge. Helga, may God bless you, and grant us a safe and speedy
return to a home where, if the dear heart in it is still beating, we
shall meet with a sweet welcome, be sure.'

'But you must not be in a hurry to return home,' exclaimed the Captain,
turning his smiling countenance to Helga; 'you must give me time to
tempt you to remain on board _The Light of the World_. Your
qualifications as a sailor should make you an excellent mate, and you
will tell me how much a month you will take to serve in that capacity?'

I observed the same look of recoil in her face that I had before seen in
it. A woman's instincts, thought I, are often amazingly keen in the
interpretation of men's minds. Or is she merely nervous and sensitive
with a gentle, pretty modesty and bashfulness which render direct
allusions to her after this pattern distressing? For my part, I could
find no more than what the French call badinage in the Captain's speech,
with nothing to render it significant outside the bare meaning of the
words in his looks or manner.

She did not answer him, and by way of changing the subject, being also
weary of sitting at that table, for we had finished the meal some time,
though the Malay continued to look on, as though waiting for the order
to clear away, I pulled out my watch.

'A quarter to seven,' I exclaimed. 'You will not wish to be late
to-night, Helga. You require a good long sleep. By this time to-morrow
we may have shifted our quarters; but we shall always gratefully
remember Captain Bunting's goodness.'

'That reminds me,' said he, 'your cabins must be got ready.
Punmeamootty, go forward and tell Nakier to send a couple of hands aft
to clear out two of the berths below. No! tell Nakier I want him, and
then come aft and clear the table.'

The man, gliding softly but moving swiftly, passed through the door that
led on to the quarter-deck.

'I wish I could tempt you, Miss Nielsen,' continued the Captain, 'to
take Mr. Jones's cabin. You will be so very much more comfortable

'I would rather be near Mr. Tregarthen, thank you,' she answered.

'You are a fortunate man to be so favoured!' he exclaimed, smiling at
me. 'However, every convenience that my cabin can supply shall be placed
at Miss Nielsen's disposal. Alas! now, if my dear Judith were here! She
would improve, by many womanly suggestions, my humble attempts as a
Samaritan. Our proper business in this world, Mr. Tregarthen, is to do
good to one another. But the difficulty,' he exclaimed with a sweep of
his hand, 'is to do _all_ the good that can be done! Now, for instance,
I am at a loss. How am I to supply Miss Nielsen's needs?'

'They are of the simplest--are not they, Helga?' said I.

'Quite the simplest, Captain Bunting,' she answered, and then, looking
at him anxiously, she added: 'My one great desire now is to get to
England. I have been the cause of taking Mr. Tregarthen from his mother,
and I shall not feel happy until they are together again!'

'Charity forbid,' exclaimed the Captain, 'that I should question for an
instant the heroism of Mr. Tregarthen's behaviour! But,' said he,
slightly lowering his voice and stooping his smiling face at her, so to
say, 'when your brave friend put off in the lifeboat he did not, I may
take it, know that you were on board?'

'But I _was_ on board,' she answered quickly: 'and he has saved my life,
and I wish him to return to his mother, who may believe him drowned and
be mourning him as dead!'



At that moment the man whom the Captain styled Nakier entered the little
cuddy, followed by the steward. He made a singular gesture, a sort of
salaam, bowing his head and whipping both hands to his brow, but with
something of defiance in the celerity of the gesture. He was the man
whom I had seen haranguing the two boatmen. He had a large, fine
intelligent eye, liquid and luminous, despite the Asiatic duskiness of
its pupil; his features were regular and almost handsome: an aquiline
nose, thin and well chiselled at the nostrils, a square brow, small ears
decorated with thick gold hoops, and teeth as though formed of china.
The expression of his face was mild and even prepossessing, his
complexion a light yellow. He bore in his hand what had apparently been
a soldier's foraging cap, and was dressed in an old pilot jacket, a red
shirt, and a pair of canvas breeches held by a belt, to which was
attached a sheath containing a knife lying tight against his hip. He
took me and Helga in with a rapid roll of his handsome eyes, then looked
straight at the Captain in a posture of attention, with a little
contraction of the brow.

'I want a couple of the berths below cleared out at once,' said the
Captain. 'Goh Syn Koh seems one of the smartest among you. Send him.
Also send Mow Lauree. He can make a bed, I hope? He is making a bed for
himself! Bear a hand and clear this table, Punmeamootty, so as to be
able to assist. You'll superintend the work, Nakier. See all clean and

'Yaas, sah,' said the man.

He was going.

'Stop!' exclaimed the Captain, smiling all the time he continued to
talk. 'Did you eat your dinner to-day!'

'No, sah.'

'What has become of it?'

'Overboard, sah,' answered the man, preserving his slight frown.

'Overboard! As good a mess of pork and peasoup as was ever served out to
a ship's company. Overboard! For the third time! If it happens
again----' he checked himself with a glance at Helga: 'if it happens
again,' he went on, speaking with an air of concern, 'I shall be obliged
to stop the beef.'

'We cannot eat pork, sah--we are Mussulmans----' he was proceeding.

The Captain silenced him with a bland motion of the hand.

'Send the men aft, Nakier,' said he, with a small increase of nasal
twang in his utterance, 'and see that the cleaning and the clearance out
is thorough.'

He gave him a hard, significant nod, and the man marched out, directing
an eager look at me as he wheeled round, as though for my sympathy.

Punmeamootty was clearing the table with much ill-dissembled agitation
in the hurry of his movements: his swift glances went from the Captain
to me, and then to Helga. They were like the flashing of a stiletto,
keen as the darting blue gleam of the blade, and they would be as
murderous, too, I thought, if the man could execute his wishes with his
eyes. I believed the Captain would now make some signal to leave the
table, but he continued to sit on.

'Did you observe that man just now?' said he, addressing Helga. She
answered 'Yes.' 'Handsome, do you think?' said he.

'He had a mild, pleasant face,' she answered.

'His name,' said he, 'is Vanjoor Nakier. He is boss of the native crew,
and I allow him to act as a sort of boatswain. It is hard to reconcile
so agreeable a countenance with the horrible and awful belief which must
make him for ever and ever a lost soul, if he is not won over in plenty
of time for repentance, for prayer and mortification.'

'You seem to have the fellows' names very pat,' said I. 'Are you
acquainted with the Malay tongue?'

'Ah!' cried he, with a shake of the head; 'I wish I were. I might then
prove a true missionary to the poor benighted fellows. Yet I shall hope
to have broken heavily into their deplorable and degraded superstitions
before I dismiss them at Cape Town.'

I caught sight of the shadowy form of the steward lurking abaft the
companion-steps, where he seemed busy with some plates and a basket.

'It is your hope,' said I, 'to convert the Mussulmans?'

'It is my hope, indeed,' he answered; 'and, pray, what honester hope
should possess a man?'

'It is an admirable desire,' said I, 'but a little dangerous perhaps.'

'Why?' asked he.

'Well,' said I, 'I am no traveller. I have seen nothing of the world,
but I have read, and I have always gathered from books of voyages, that
there is no class of men more bigoted in their faith and more
treacherous in their conduct than Malay seamen.'

'Hush!' cried Helga, putting her finger to her lips and looking in the
direction of the steward.

The Captain turned in his chair.

'Are you there, Punmeamootty?'

'Yes, sah;' and his figure came swiftly gliding into the light.

'Go below and help the others! They should be at work by this time.'

The man went out on to the quarter-deck, where, close against the cuddy
front, lay the little hatch that conducted to the steerage.

'You are quite right,' exclaimed the Captain, lying back and expanding
his waistcoat. 'Malay seamen are, undoubtedly, treacherous. In fact,
treachery is part and parcel of the Malay character. It is the people of
that nation who run amuck, you know.'

'What is that?' inquired Helga.

'A fellow falls crazy,' answered the Captain, smiling, 'whips out a
weapon called a creese, and stabs and kills as many as he can encounter
as he flies through the streets.'

'They are a people to live on good terms with,' said Helga, looking at

'They are a people,' said the Captain, nasally accentuating his words,
'who are to be brought to a knowledge of the Light; and, in proportion
as the effort is dangerous, so should the worker glory in his task.'

He gazed at Helga, as though seeking her approval of this sentiment. But
she was looking at me with an expression of anxiety in her blue eyes.

'I gather,' said I, with curiosity stimulated by thought of the girl's
and my situation aboard this homely little barque, with her singular
skipper and wild, dark crew--'I gather, Captain Bunting, from what has
passed, that the blow you are now levelling at these fellows'
superstitions--as you call them--is aimed at their diet?'

'Just so,' he answered. 'I am trying to compel them to eat pork. Who
knows that before the equator be crossed I may not have excited a real
love for pork among them? That would be a great work, sir. It will sap
one of the most contemptible of their superstitions, and provide me with
a little crevice for the insertion of the wedge of truth.'

'I believe pork,' said I, 'is not so much a question of religion as a
question of health with these poor dark creatures, bred in hot

'Pork enters largely into their faith,' he answered.

'So far, you have not been very successful, I think?'

'No. You heard what Vanjoor Nakier said. The wasteful wretches have for
the third time cast their allowance overboard. Only think, Miss Nielsen,
of wilfully throwing over the rail as much hearty excellent
food--honest salt pork and very fair peasoup--as would keep a poor
family at home in dinners for a week!'

'What do they eat instead?' she asked.

'Why, on pork days, biscuit, I suppose. There is nothing else.'

'You give them beef every other day?' said I.

'Beef and duff,' he answered; 'but I shall stop that. Famine may help me
in dealing with their superstitions.'

It was not for me, partaking, as Helga and I were, of this man's
hospitality, using his ship, dependent upon him, indeed, for my speedy
return home with Helga--it was not for me, I say, at this early time at
all events, to remonstrate with him, to tell him that, exalted as he
might consider his motives, they were urging him into a very barbarous,
cruel behaviour; but, as I sat looking at him, my emotion, spite of his
claims upon my kindness, was one of hearty disgust, with deeper feelings
working in me besides, when I considered that, if our evil fortune
forced us to remain for any length of time on board _The Light of the
World_, we might find his theory of conversion making his ship a theatre
for as bad a tragedy as was ever enacted upon the high seas.

On a sudden he looked up at a little timepiece that was ticking against
a beam just over his head.

'Have you any acquaintance with the sea, Mr. Tregarthen?' he asked.

'Merely a boating acquaintance,' I replied.

'Can you stand a watch?'

'I could keep a look-out,' said I, a little dismayed by these questions,
'but I am utterly ignorant of the handling of a ship.'

He looked reflectively at Helga, then at me, pulling down first one
whisker, then the other, while his thick lips lay broad in a smile under
his long hooked nose.

'Oh, well' said he, 'Abraham Wise will do.' He went to the cuddy door
and called 'Forward there!'

'Yaas, sah,' came a thick Africander-like note out of the forecastle

'Ask Abraham Wise to step aft.'

He resumed his seat, and in a few minutes Abraham arrived. Helga
instantly rose and gave him her hand with a sweet cordial smile that
was full of her gratification at the sight of him. For my part, it did
my heart good to see him. After the tallowy countenance and odd talk of
the Captain and the primrose complexions and scowling glances of his
Malays, there was real refreshment to the spirits to be got out of the
homely English face and English 'longshore garb of the boatman, with the
man's suggestions, besides, of the English Channel and of home.

'And how is Jacob?' said I.

'Oh, he's a-feeling a little better, sir. A good bit down, of course, as
we both are. 'Taint realizable even _now_.'

'Do you refer to the loss of your lugger?' said Captain Bunting.

'Ay, sir, to the _Airly Marn_,' answered Abraham, confronting him, and
gazing at him with a steadfastness that slightly increased his squint.

'But surely, my good fellow,' cried the Captain, 'you had plenty of
time, I hope, to feel thoroughly grateful for your preservation from the
dreadful fate which lay before you had Providence suffered you to
continue your voyage?'

'Oi dunno about dreadful fate,' answered Abraham: 'all I can say is, I
should be blooming glad if that there _Airly Marn_ was afloat again, or
if so be as we'd never fallen in with this here _Light of the World_.'

'It is as I told you, you perceive,' exclaimed the Captain, smiling and
addressing Helga and me in his blandest manner: 'as we descend the
social scale, recognition of signal and providential mercies grows
feebler and feebler, until it dies out--possibly before it gets down to
Deal boatmen. I want a word with you, Abraham Wise. But first, how have
you been treated forward?'

'Oh, werry well indeed, sir,' he answered. 'The mate showed us where to
tarn in when the time comes round, and I dessay we'll manage to git
along all right till we gets clear of ye.'

'What have you had to eat?'

'The mate gave us a little bit o' pork for to be biled, but ye've got a
black cook forrads as seemed to Jacob and me to take the dressing of
that there meat werry ill.'

The Captain seemed to motion the matter aside with his hand, and said:

'My vessel is without a second mate; I mean, a man qualified to take
charge of the deck when Mr. Jones and I are below. Now, I am thinking
that you would do very well for that post.'

'I'd rather go home, sir,' said Abraham.

'Ay,' said the Captain, complacently surveying him, 'but while you are
with me, you know, you must be prepared to do your bit. I find happiness
in assisting a suffering man. But,' added he nasally, 'in this world we
must give and take. You eat my meat and sleep in what I think I may
fairly term my bedroom. What pay do I exact? Simply the use of your eyes
and limbs.'

He glanced with a very self-satisfied expression at Helga. It seemed,
indeed, that most of his talk now was _at_ her when not directly _to_
her. She had come round to my side of the table after leaving Abraham,
and giving her my chair, I stood listening, with my hand on the back of

'I'm quite willing to tarn to,' said Abraham, 'while I'm along with ye,
sir. I ain't afeared of work. I dorn't want no man's grub nor shelter
for nothen.'

'Quite right,' said the Captain; 'those are respectable sentiments. Of
course, if you accept my offer I will pay you, give you the wages that
Winstanley had--four pounds a month for the round voyage.'

Abraham scratched the back of his head and looked at me. This proposal
evidently put a new complexion upon the matter to his mind.

'You can handle a ship, I presume?' continued the Captain.

'Whoy, yes,' answered Abraham with a grin of wonder at the question: 'if
I ain't been poiloting long enough to know that sort o' work, ye shall
call me a Malay.'

'I should not require a knowledge of navigation in you,' said the

Abraham responded with a bob of the head, then scratching at his back
hair afresh, said:

'I must ask leave to tarn the matter over. I should like to talk with my
mate along o' this.'

'I'll put him on the articles, too, if he likes, at the current wages,'
said the Captain. 'However, think over it. You can let me know
to-morrow. But I shall expect you to take charge during the middle

'That I'll willingly dew, sir,' answered Abraham. 'But how about them
Ceylon chaps and Malays forrads? Dew they understand sea tarms?'

'Perfectly well,' answered the Captain, 'or how should I and Mr. Jones
get along, think you?'

'Well,' exclaimed Abraham: 'I han't had much to say to 'em as yet. One
chap's been talking a good deal this evening, and I allow he's got a
grievance, as most sailors has. There's some sort o' difficulty: I allow
it lies in the eating; but a man wants practice to follow noicely what
them there sort o' coloured covies has to say.'

'Well,' exclaimed the Captain, with another bland wave of the hand in
dismissal of the subject, 'we understand each other, at all events, my

He went to the locker from which he had extracted the biscuits, produced
a bottle of rum, and filled a wineglass.

'Neat or with water?' said he, smiling.

'I've pretty nigh had enough water for to-day, sir,' answered Abraham,
grinning too, and looking very well pleased at this act of attention.
'Here's to you, sir, I'm sure, and wishing you a prosperous woyage. Mr.
Tregarthen, your health, sir, and yourn, miss, and may ye both soon get
home and find everything comfortable and roight.' He drained the glass
with a smack of his lips. 'As pretty a little drop o' rum as I've had
this many a day,' said he.

'You can tell Jacob to lay aft presently,' said the Captain, 'when the
steward is at liberty, and he will give him such another dose. That will

Abraham knuckled his forehead, pausing to say to me in a hoarse whisper,
which must have been perfectly audible to the Captain. 'A noice gemman,
and no mistake.'

'I am going below,' said the Captain when he was gone, 'to see after
your accommodation. Will you sit here,' addressing Helga, 'or will you
go on deck for a few turns? I fear you will find the air chilly.'

'I will go on deck with you, Hugh,' answered Helga.

The Captain ran his eye over her.

'You are without luggage,' said he, 'and, alas! wanting in almost
everything; but if you will allow me----' he broke off and went to his
cabin, and before we could have found time to exchange a whisper,
returned with a very handsome, almost new, fur coat.

'Now, Miss Nielsen,' said he, 'you will allow me to wrap you in this.'

'Indeed my jacket will keep me warm,' she answered, with that same look
of shrinking in her face I have before described.

'Nay, but wear it, Helga,' said I, anxious to meet the man, at all
events, halfway in his kindness. 'It is a delightful coat--the very
thing for the keen wind that is blowing on deck!'

Had I offered to put it on for her she would at once have consented, but
I could observe the recoil in her from the garment stretched in the
Captain's hands, with his pale fat face smiling betwixt his long
whiskers over the top of it. On a sudden, however, she turned and
suffered him to put the coat on her, which he did with great ostentation
of anxiety and a vast deal of smiling, and, as I could not help
perceiving, with a deal more of lingering over the act than there was
the least occasion for.

'Wonderfully becoming, indeed!' he exclaimed; 'and now to see that your
cabin is comfortable.'

He passed through the door, and we mounted the companion steps.

The night was so dark that there was very little of the vessel to be
seen. Her dim spaces of canvas made a mere pale whistling shadow of her
as they floated, waving and bowing, in dim heaps through the obscurity.
There was a frequent glancing of white water to windward and a dampness
as of spray in the wind, but the little barque tossed with dry decks
over the brisk Atlantic heave, crushing the water off either bow into a
dull light of seething, against which, when she stooped her head, the
round of the forecastle showed like a segment of the shadow in a partial
eclipse of the moon. The haze of the cabin-lamp lay about the skylight,
and the figure of the mate appeared in and vanished past it with
monotonous regularity as he paced the short poop. There was a haze of
light, too, about the binnacle-stand, with a sort of elusive stealing
into it of the outline of the man at the helm. Forward the vessel lay in
blackness. It was blowing what sailors call a top-gallant breeze, with,
perhaps, more weight in it even than that; but the squabness of this
_Light of the World_ promised great stiffness, and, though the wind had
drawn some point or so forward while we were at table, the barque rose
as stiff to it as though she had been under reefed topsails.

'Will you take my arm, Helga?' said I.

'Let me first turn up the sleeves of this coat,' said she.

I helped her to do this; she then put her hand under my arm, and we
started to walk the lee-side of the deck as briskly as the swing of the
planks would suffer. Scarcely were we in motion when the mate came down
to us from the weather-side.

'Beg pardon,' said he. 'Won't you and the lady walk to wind'ard?'

'Oh, we shall be in your way!' I answered. 'It is a cold wind.'

'It is, sir.'

'But it promises a fair night,' said I.

'I hope so,' he exclaimed. 'Dirty weather don't agree with dirty skins.'

He turned on his heel and resumed his post on the weather-side of the

'Dirty skins mean Malays in that chief mate's nautical dictionary,' said

'Hugh, how thankful I shall be when we are transferred to another ship!'

'Ay, indeed! but surely this is better than the lugger?'

'No! I would rather be in the lugger.'

'How now?' cried I. 'We are very well treated here. Surely the Captain
has been all hospitality. No warm-hearted host ashore could do more.
Why, here is he now at this moment superintending the arrangement of our
cabins below to ensure our comfort!'

'I do not like him at _all_!' said she, in a tone which her slightly
Danish accent rendered emphatic.

'I do not like his treatment of the men,' said I; 'but he is kind to

'There is an unwholesome mind in his flabby face!' she exclaimed.

I could not forbear a laugh at this strong language in the little

'And then his religion!' she continued. 'Does a truly pious nature talk
as he does? I can understand professional religionists intruding their
calling upon strangers; but I have always found sincerity in matters of
opinion modest and reserved--I mean among what you call laymen. What
right has this man to force upon those poor fellows forward the food
that they are forbidden by their faith to eat?'

'Yes,' said I; 'that is a vile side of the man's nature, I must own;
vile to you and me and to the poor Malays, I mean. But, surely, there
must be sincerity too, or why should he bother himself?'

'It may be meanness,' said she: 'he wants to save his beef; meanness and
that love of tyrannizing which is oftener to be found among the captains
of your nation, Hugh, than mine!'

'Your nation!' said I, laughing. 'I claim you for Great Britain by
virtue of your English speech. No pure Dane could talk your mother's
tongue as you do. Spite of what you say, though, I believe the man
sincere. Would he, situated as he is--two white men to eleven
yellow-skins (for we and the boatmen must count ourselves out of
it)--would he, I say, dare venture to arouse the passions--the religious
passions--of a set of men who hail from the most treacherous community
of people in the world, if he were not governed by some dream of
converting them?--a fancy that were you to transplant it ashore, would
be reckoned noble and of a Scriptural and martyr-like greatness.'

'That may be,' she answered; 'but he is going very wickedly to work,
nevertheless, and it will not be his fault if those coloured sailors do
not dangerously mutiny long before he shall have persuaded the most
timid and doubting of them that pork is good to eat.'

'Yes,' said I gravely; for she spoke with a sort of impassioned
seriousness that must have influenced me, even if I had not been of her
mind. 'I, for one, should certainly fear the worst if he persists--and I
don't doubt he _will_ persist, if Abraham and the other boatman agree to
remain with him; for then it will be four to eleven--desperate odds,
indeed, though as an Englishman he is bound to underrate the
formidableness of anything coloured. However,' said I, with a glance
into the darkness over the side, 'do not doubt that we shall be
transhipped long before any trouble happens. I shall endeavour to have a
talk with Abraham before he decides. What he and Jacob then do, they
will do with their eyes open.'

As I spoke these words, the Captain came up the ladder and approached

'Ha! Miss Nielsen,' he cried, 'were not you wise to put on that warm
coat? All is ready below; but still let me hope that you will change
your mind and occupy Mr. Jones's berth.'

'Thank you; for the short time we shall remain in this ship the cabin
you have been good enough to prepare will be all I require,' she

He peered through the skylight to see the hour.

'Five minutes to eight,' he exclaimed. 'Mr. Jones!' The man crossed the
deck. 'I have arranged,' said the Captain, 'with the Deal boatman
Abraham Wise to take charge of the barque during the middle watch. It is
an experiment, and I shall require to be up and down during those hours
to make sure of him. Not that I distrust his capacities. Oh dear no!
From the vicious slipping of cables, merely for sordid purposes of
hovelling, to the noble art of navigating a ship in a hurricane amid the
shoals of the Straits of Dover, your Deal boatman is the most expert of
men. But,' continued he, 'since I shall have to be up and down, as I
have said, during the middle watch, I will ask you to keep charge of the
deck till midnight.'

'Very good, sir,' said the mate, who appeared to me to have been on duty
ever since the hour of our coming aboard. 'It will keep the round of the
watches steady, sir. The port watch comes on duty at eight bells.'

'Excellent!' exclaimed the Captain. 'Thank you, Mr. Jones.'

The mate stalked aft.

'Mr. Tregarthen,' he added, 'I observe that you wear a sou'-wester.'

'It is the headgear I wore when I put off in the lifeboat,' said I, 'and
I am waiting to get home to exchange it.'

'No need, no need!' cried he; 'I have an excellent wideawake below--not,
indeed, perfectly new, but a very serviceable clinging article for ocean
use--which is entirely at your service.'

'You are all kindness!'

'Nay,' he exclaimed in a voice of devotion, 'I believe I know my duty.
Shall we linger here, Miss Nielsen, or would you prefer the shelter of
the cabin? At half-past eight Punmeamootty will place some hot water,
biscuit, and a little spirit upon the table. I fear I shall be at a loss
to divert you.'

'Indeed not!' exclaimed Helga.

The unconscious irony of this response must have disconcerted a less
self-complacent man.

'I have a few volumes of an edifying kind, and a draughtboard. My
resources for amusing you, I fear, are limited to those things.'

The sweep of the wind was bleaker than either of us had imagined, and,
now that the Captain had joined us, the deck possessed no temptation. We
followed him into the cabin, where Helga hastily removed the coat as
though fearing the Captain would help her. His first act was to produce
the wideawake he had spoken of. This was a very great convenience to me;
the sou'-wester lay hot and heavy upon my head, and the sense of its
extreme unsightliness added not a little to the discomfort it caused me.
He looked at my sea-boots and then at his feet, and, with his head on
one side, exclaimed, in his most smiling manner, that he feared his
shoes would prove too large for me, but that I was very welcome to the
use of a pair of his slippers. These also I gratefully accepted, and
withdrew to Mr. Jones's berth to put them on, and the comfort of being
thus shod, after days of the weight and unwieldiness of my sea-boots, it
would be impossible to express.

'I think we shall be able to make ourselves happy yet,' said the
Captain. 'Pray sit, Miss Nielsen. Do you smoke, Mr. Tregarthen?'

'I do, indeed,' I answered, 'whenever I can get the chance.'

He looked at Helga, who said to me: 'Pray smoke here, Hugh, if the
Captain does not object. My father seldom had a pipe out of his mouth,
and I was constantly in his cabin with him.'

'You are truly obliging,' said the Captain; and going to the locker in
which he kept his rum, biscuits, and the like, he took out a cigar-box,
and handed me as well-flavoured a Havannah as ever I had smoked in my
life. All this kindness and hospitality was, indeed, overwhelming, and I
returned some very lively thanks, to which he listened with a smile,
afterwards, as his custom was, waving them aside with his hand. He next
entered his cabin and returned with some half-dozen books, which he put
before Helga. I leaned over her shoulder to look at them, and speedily
recognised 'The Whole Duty of Man,' 'The Pilgrim's Progress,' Young's
'Night Thoughts,' a volume by Jeremy Taylor; and the rest were of this
sort of literature. Helga opened a volume and seemed to read. When I
turned to ask the Captain a question about these books, I found him
staring at her profile out of the corner of his eyes, while with his
right hand he stroked his whisker meditatively.

'These are all very good books,' said I, 'particularly the "Pilgrim's

'Yes,' he answered with a sigh; 'works of that kind during my long
periods of loneliness upon the high seas are my only solace, and lonely
I am. All ship-captains are more or less alone when engaged in their
profession, but I am peculiarly so.'

'I should have thought the Church, Captain, would have suited you better
than the sea,' said I.

'Not the Church,' he answered. 'I am a Nonconformist, and Dissent is
stamped upon a long pedigree. Pray light up, Mr. Tregarthen.'

He took his seat at the head of the table, put a match to his cigar, the
sight of which betwixt his thick lips considerably humanized him in my
opinion, and, clasping his pale, gouty-looking hands upon the table,
leaned forward, furtively eyeing Helga over the top of his cigar, which
forked up out of his mouth like the bowsprit of a ship.

His conversation chiefly concerned himself, his past career, his
antecedents, and so forth. He talked as one who wishes to stand well
with his hearers. He spoke of a Lady Duckett as a connection of his on
his mother's side, and I observed that he paused on pronouncing the
name. He told us that his mother had come from a very ancient family
that had been for centuries established in Cumberland, but he was
reticent on the subject of his father. He talked much of his daughter's
loneliness at home, and said he grieved that she was without a
companion--someone who would be equally dear to them both; and as he
said this he lay back in his chair in a very amplitude of waistcoat,
with his eyes fixed on the upper deck and his whole posture suggestive
of pensive thought.

Well, thought I, this, to be sure, is a very strange sort of
sea-captain. I had met various skippers in my day, but none like this
man. Even a trifling expletive would have been refreshing in his mouth.
From time to time Helga glanced at him, but with an air of aversion that
was not to be concealed from me, however self-complacency might blind
him to it. She suddenly exclaimed, with almost startling

'You will be greatly obliging us, Captain Bunting, by giving orders to
Mr. Jones or to Abraham to keep a look-out for ships sailing north
during the night. We can never tell what passing vessel might not be
willing to receive Mr. Tregarthen and me.'

'What! In the darkness of night?' he exclaimed. 'How should we signal?
How would you have me convey my desire to communicate?'

'By a blue light, or by burning a portfire,' said Helga shortly.

'Ah, I see you are a thorough sailor--you are not to be instructed,' he
cried, jocosely wagging his whiskers at her. 'Think of a young lady
being acquainted with the secret of night communications at sea! I
fear--I fear we shall have to wait for the daylight. But what,' he
exclaimed unctuously, 'is the reason of this exceeding desire to return

'Oh, Captain,' said I, 'home is home.'

'And Mr. Tregarthen wishes to return to his mother,' said Helga.

'But, my dear young lady, _your_ home is not in England, is it?' he

She coloured, faltered, and then answered: 'My home is in Denmark.'

'You have lost your poor dear father,' said he, 'and I think I
understood you to say, Mr. Tregarthen, that Miss Nielsen's poor dear
mother fell asleep some years since.'

This was a guess on his part. I had no recollection whatever of having
told him anything of the sort.

'I am an orphan,' exclaimed Helga, with a little hint of tears in her
eyes, 'and--and, Captain Bunting, Mr. Tregarthen and I want to return

'Captain Bunting will see to that, Helga,' said I, conceiving her
somewhat too importunate in this direction.

She answered me with a singularly wistful, anxious look.

The conversation came to a pause through the entrance of Punmeamootty.
He arrived with a tray and hot water, which he placed upon the table
together with some glasses. The Captain produced wine and a bottle of
rum. Helga would take nothing, though no one could have been more
hospitably pressing than Captain Bunting. For my part, I was glad to
fill my glass, as much for the sake of the tonic of the spirit as for
the desire to appear entirely sociable with this strange skipper.

'You can go forward,' he exclaimed to the Malay; and the fellow went
gliding on serpentine legs, as it veritably seemed to me, out through
the door.

No further reference was made to the subject of our leaving the barque.
The Captain was giving us his experiences of the Deal boatmen, and
relating an instance of heroic roguery on the part of the crew of a
galley-punt, when a noise of thick, throaty, African-like yowling was
heard sounding from somewhere forward, accompanied by one or two calls
from the mate overhead.

'I expect Mr. Jones is taking in the foretop-gallant sail,' said the
Captain. 'Can it be necessary? I will return shortly.' And, giving Helga
a convulsive bow, he pulled his wideawake to his ears and went on deck.

'You look at me, Hugh,' said Helga, fixing her artless, sweet, and
modest eyes upon me, 'when I speak to Captain Bunting as though I do

I answered gently, 'No. But is it not a little ungracious, Helga, to
keep on expressing your anxiety to get away, in the face of all this
hospitable treatment and kindly anxiety to make us comfortable and happy
while we remain?'

She looked somewhat abashed. 'I wish he was not so kind,' she said.

'What is your misgiving?' said I, inclining towards her to catch a
better view of her face.

'I fear he will not make haste to tranship us,' she answered.

'But why should he want to keep us?'

She glanced at me with an instant's surprise emphasized by a brief
parting of her lips that was yet not a smile. She made no answer,

'He will not want to keep us,' continued I, talking with the confidence
of a young man to a girl whom he is protecting, and whose behaviour
assures him that she looks up to him and values his judgment. 'We may
prove very good company for a day or two, but the master of a vessel of
this sort is a man who counts his sixpences, and he has no idea of
maintaining us for a longer time than he can possibly help, depend upon

'I hope so,' she answered.

'But you don't think so,' said I, struck by her manner.

She answered by speaking of his treatment of his crew, and we were upon
this subject when he descended the cabin ladder.

'A small freshening of the wind,' said he, 'and a trifling squall of
rain.' There was no need for him to tell us this, for his long whiskers
sparkled with water drops, and carried evidences of a brisk shower. 'The
barque is now very snug, and there is nothing in sight,' said he, with a
sort of half-humorous, reproachful significance in his way of turning to

She smiled, as though by smiling she believed I should be pleased. The
Captain begged her to drink a little wine and eat a biscuit, and she
consented. This seemed to gratify him, and his behaviour visibly warmed
while he relighted his cigar, mixed himself another little dose, and
resumed his chat about Deal boatmen and his experiences in the Downs.



We sat chatting thus until something after nine. The comfort of this
cabin after the lugger, the knowledge that Helga and I would each have a
comfortable bed, comparatively speaking, to lie in, the conviction that
our stay in the barque must be short, and that a very few hours might
see us homeward bound, coupled with a sense of security such as never
possessed me in the open lugger, not to mention the influence of my one
pretty big tumbler of rum punch, had put me into a good humour.

'Is not this better than the lugger?' I said to Helga, as I motioned
with my cigar round the cabin, and pointed to the slippers upon my feet.
'Think of my little windy bed under that boat's deck, Helga, and
recollect your black forepeak.'

She seemed to acquiesce. The Captain's countenance was bland with

'You tell me you have not travelled, Mr. Tregarthen?' said he.

'I have not,' I replied.

'But you would like to see the world? All young men should see the
world. Does not the poet tell us that home-keeping youths have ever
homely wits?' and here he harangued me for a little with commonplaces on
the advantage of travel; then, addressing Helga very smilingly, he said,
'_You_ have seen much of the world?'

'Not very much,' she answered.

'South America?'

'I was once at Rio,' she answered. 'I was also at Port Royal, in
Jamaica, and have accompanied my father in short voyages to one or two
Portuguese and Mediterranean ports.'

'Come, there is extensive observation, even in that,' said he, 'in one
so--in one whose years are still few! Did you ever visit Table Bay?'

She answered 'No.'

He smoked meditatively.

'Helga,' said I, 'you look tired. Would you like to go to your cabin?'

'I should, Hugh.'

'Well, I shall be glad to turn in myself, Captain. Will you forgive our
early retreat?'

'By all means,' he exclaimed. 'Let me show you the cabins.'

He went to the cuddy door and bawled for Punmeamootty. 'Light a
lantern,' I heard him say, 'and bring it aft!'

After a minute or two the steward made his appearance with a lantern
swinging in his hand. The Captain took it from him, and we passed out on
to the quarter-deck where the hatch lay. After the warmth of the cuddy
interior, the wind, chilled as it had been with the damp of the squall,
seemed to blow with an edge of frost. The rays of the lantern danced in
the blackness of the wet planks. The vessel was rolling slowly and
plunging heavily, and there were many heavy, complaining, straining
noises aloft amid the invisible spaces of canvas swinging through the
starless gloom. The cold, bleak roar of seething waters alongside
recalled the raft, and there was a sort of sobbing all along the dusk
close under either line of bulwarks.

'Let me help you through this little hatch, Miss Nielsen,' said the
Captain, dangling the lantern over it that we might see the aperture.

If she answered him, I did not hear her; she peered a moment, then put
her foot over and vanished. The steps were perpendicular--pieces of wood
nailed to the bulkhead--yet she had descended this up-and-down ladder in
an instant, and almost as she vanished was calling to me from below to
say that she was safe.

'What extraordinary nimbleness in a young lady!' cried the Captain, in a
voice of unaffected admiration. 'What an exquisite sailor! Now, Mr.

I shuffled down, keeping a tight hold on the edge of the hatch, and felt
my feet before there was occasion to let go with my hands. There was
very little to be seen of this interior by the lantern light. It was the
forepart of the steerage, so far as I could gather, with two rows of
bulkheads forming a little corridor, at the extremity of which, aft, I
could faintly distinguish the glimmering outlines of cases of light
cargo. Forward of the hatch, through which we had descended, there stood
a solid bulkhead, so there was nothing to be seen that way. The doors of
the cabins opened out of the little corridor; they were mere
pigeon-holes; but then these 'tweendecks were very low, and while I
stood erect I felt the crown of the wideawake I wore brushing the

Never could I have imagined so much noise in a ship as was here--the
squeaking, the grinding, the groaning; the jar and shock of the rudder
upon its post; the thump of the seas outside, and the responsive
throbbing within; the sullen, muffled roar of the Atlantic surge washing
past; all these notes were blended into such a confusion of sounds as is
not to be expressed. The lantern swayed in the Captain's hand, and the
shadows at our feet sprang from side to side. There were shadows, too,
all round about, wildly playing upon the walls and bulkheads of the
vessel with a mopping and mowing of them that might have filled a lonely
and unaccustomed soul down here with horrible imaginations of sea
monsters and ocean spectres.

'I heartily wish, Miss Nielsen,' cried the Captain--and, in truth, he
had need to exert his voice to be audible amid that bewildering
clamour--'that you had suffered me to provide you with better
accommodation than this. Jones could have done very well down here.
However, for to-night this will be your cabin. To-morrow I hope you will
change your mind, and consent to sleep above.'

So saying, he opened the foremost of the little doors on the port side.
It was a mere hole indeed, yet it somehow took the civilized look of an
ordinary ship's berth from the round scuttle or thickly-glazed porthole
which lay in an embrasure deep enough to comfortably warrant the
thickness of the vessel's side. Under this porthole was a narrow bunk,
and in it a bolster, and, as I might suppose, blankets, over which was
spread a very handsome rug. I swiftly took note of one or two
conveniences--a looking-glass, a washstand secured to the bulkhead (this
piece of furniture, I made no doubt, had come direct from the Captain's
cabin); there was also a little table, and upon it a comb and brush, and
on the cabin deck was a square of carpet.

'Very poor quarters for you, Miss Nielsen,' said the Captain, looking
round, his nose and whiskers appearing twice as long in the fluctuations
of the lantern light and his fixed smile odd beyond words, with the
tumbling of the shadows over his face.

'The cabin is very comfortable, and you are very kind!' exclaimed Helga.

'You are good to say so. I wish you a good night and pleasant dreams.'

He extended his hand, and held hers, I thought, rather longer than mere
courtesy demanded.

'That will be your cabin, Mr. Tregarthen,' said he, going to the door.

I bade Helga good-night. It was hard to interpret her looks by that
light, yet I fancied she had something to say, and bent my ear to her
mouth; but instead of speaking, she hurriedly passed her right hand down
my sleeve, by no means caressingly, but as though she desired to cleanse
or dry her fingers. I looked at her, and she turned away.

'Good-night, Helga!' said I.

'Good-night, Hugh!' she answered.

'You will find a bolt to your door, Miss Nielsen,' called the Captain.
'Oh, by the way,' he added, 'I do not mean that you shall undress in the
dark. There is an opening over your door; I will hang the lantern
amidships here. It will shed light enough to see by, and in half an
hour, if that will not be too soon, Punmeamootty will remove it.
Good-night, Mr. Tregarthen!'

He left me, after hanging up the lantern by a hook fixed in a beam
amidships of the corridor. I waited until his figure had disappeared up
the steps of the hatch and then called to Helga. She heard me instantly,
and cried, 'What is it, Hugh?'

'Did not you want to say something to me just now?' I exclaimed.

She opened the door and repeated, 'What is it, Hugh? I cannot hear you!'

'I thought you wished to speak to me just now,' said I, 'but were
hindered by the Captain's presence.'

'No, I have nothing to say,' she answered, looking very pale in the
frolic of shadows made by the swinging lantern.

'Why did you stroke down my arm? Was it a rebuke? Have I offended you?'

'Oh, Hugh!' she cried; then exclaimed: 'Could not you see what I meant?
I acted what I could not speak.'

'I do not understand,' said I.

'I wished to wipe off the grasp of that man's hand,' she exclaimed.

'Poor wretch! Is he so soiling as all that, Helga? And yet how
considerate he is! I believe he has half denuded his own cabin for you.'

'Well, good-night once more,' said she, and closed the door of her berth
upon herself.

I entered my cabin wondering like a fool. I could witness nothing but
groundless aversion in her thoughts of this Captain Bunting, and felt
vexed by her behaviour; for first I considered that, as in the lugger,
so here--some days, ay, and even some weeks, might pass without
providing us with the chance of being conveyed on board a homeward-bound
ship. I do not say I believed this; but it was a probable thing, and
there was that degree of risk, therefore, in it. Then I reflected that
it was in the power of Captain Bunting to render our stay in his vessel
either as agreeable as he had the power to make it, or entirely
uncomfortable and wretched by neglect, insolence, bad-humour, and the
like. I therefore regarded Helga's behaviour as impolitic, and, not
having the sense to see into it so as to arrive at a reason, I allowed
it to tease me as a piece of silly girlish caprice.

This was in my mind as I entered my cabin. There was light enough to
enable me to master the interior, and a glance around satisfied me that
I was not to be so well used as Helga. There were a pair of blankets in
the bunk, and an old pewter basin on the deck that was sliding to and
fro with the motions of the vessel. This I ended by throwing the concern
into the next cabin, which, so far as I could tell, was half full of
bolts of canvas and odds and ends of gear, which emitted a very strong
smell of tar. However, I was sleepier than I was sensible of while I
used my legs, for I had no sooner stretched my length in the bunk, using
the Captain's slippers rolled up in my monkey-jacket as a pillow, than I
fell asleep, though five minutes before I should have believed that
there was nothing in opium to induce slumber in the face of the
complicated noise which filled that interior.

I slept heavily right through the night, and awoke at half-past seven. I
saw Punmeamootty standing in the door, and believe I should not have
awakened but for his being there and staring at me. I lay a minute
before I could bring my mind to its bearings; and I have some
recollection of stupidly and drowsily imagining that I had been set
ashore on an island by Captain Bunting, that I had taken refuge in a
cave, and that the owner of that cave, a yellow wild man, had looked in,
and, finding me there, was meditating how best to despatch me.

'Hallo?' said I. 'What is it?'

'You wantchee water, sah?' said the man.

'Yes.' said I, now in possession of all my wits. 'You will find the
basin belonging to this berth next door. A little cold water, if you
please, and, if you can possibly manage it, Punmeamootty, a small bit of
soap and a towel.'

He withdrew, and in a few minutes returned with the articles I required.

'How is the weather?' said I, with a glance at the screwed-up porthole,
the glass of which lay as dusky with grime as the scuttle of a whaler
that has been three years afishing.

'Very proper wedder, sah,' he answered.

'Captain Bunting up?'

'No, sah.'

'You will be glad to get to Cape Town, I dare say,' said I, scrubbing at
my face, and willing to talk since I noticed a disposition in the fellow
to linger. 'Do you hail from that settlement, Punmeamootty?'

'No, sah: I 'long to Ceylon,' he answered.

'How many Cingalese are there aboard?'

'Tree,' he answered.

'Do the rest belong to the Cape?'

He shook his head and replied, 'No; one Burmah man, anoder Penang,
anoder Singapore--allee like that.'

'But your work in this ship ends at Cape Town?'

'Yes, sah,' he answered, swiftly and fiercely.

'Are you all Mahometans?'

'Yes, allee Mussulmans.'

I understood by _allee_ that he meant all. He fastened his dusky eyes
upon me with an expression of expectation that I would pursue the
subject: finding me silent, he looked behind him, and then said, in a
species of English that was not 'pigeon' and that I can but feebly
reproduce, though, to be sure, what was most remarkable in it came from
the colour it took through his intonation, and that glitter in his eyes
which had made them visible to me in the dusk of the previous evening,
'You have been wrecked, sah?' I nodded. 'But you sabbee nabigation?'

I could not restrain a laugh. 'I know nothing of navigation,' said I;
'but I was not wrecked for the want of it, Punmeamootty.'

'But de beautiful young lady, she sabbee nabigation?' said he, with an
apologetic, conciliatory grin that laid bare a wide range of his
gleaming white teeth.

'How do you know that?' said I, struck by the question.

'Me hear you tell de captain, sah.'

'Yes,' said I, 'I believe she can navigate a ship.' He tossed his hands
and rolled up his eyes in ludicrous imitation, as I thought, of his
Captain's behaviour when he desired to express admiration. 'She
beautiful young lady,' he exclaimed, 'and werry good--kind smile, and
berry sorry for poor Mussulmans, sah.'

'I know what you mean, Punmeamootty,' said I. 'We are both very sorry,
believe me! The Captain means well'--the man's teeth met in a sudden
snap as I said this--'the man means well,' I repeated, eyeing him
steadily; 'but it is a mistaken kindness. The lady and I will endeavour
to influence him; though, at the same time, we trust to be out of the
ship very soon, possibly too soon to be of any use. Anything in sight?'

'No, sah!'

He loitered still, as though he had more to say. Finding me silent, he
made an odd sort of obeisance and disappeared.

Helga's cabin-door was shut. I listened, but could not collect amid the
creaking noises that she was stirring within. It was likely she had
passed an uneasy night and was now sleeping, and in that belief I gained
the hatchway and mounted on deck.

The first person I saw was Helga. She was talking to the two boatmen at
the foot of the little poop ladder, under the lee of the bulwarks, which
were very nearly the height of a man. The decks were still dark with
the swabbing-up of the brine with which they had been scoured. The
galley chimney was hospitably smoking. A group of the coloured seamen
lounged to leeward of the galley, with steaming pannikins and biscuits
in their hands, and, as they ate and drank, they talked incessantly. The
fellow named Nakier stood on the forecastle with his arms folded,
persistently staring aft, as it seemed to me, at Helga and the boatmen.
The sun was about half an hour above the horizon; the sky was very
delicately shaded with a frosty network of cloud, full of choice and
tender tints, as though the sun were a prism flooding the heavens with
many-coloured radiance. Over the lee-rail the sea was running in a fine
rich blue streaked with foam, and the wind was a moderate breeze from
which the completely clothed masts of the barque were leaning with the
yards braced forward, for, so far as I could tell by the sun, the wind
was about south-east.

All these details my eye took in as I stepped out of the hatch. Helga
advanced to meet me, and I held her hand.

'You are looking very bonny this morning,' said I. 'Your sleep has done
you good. Good-morning, Abraham; and how are you, Jacob? You two are the
men I just now want to see.'

'Marning, Mr. Tregarthen,' exclaimed Abraham. 'How are _you_, sir? Don't
Miss Nielsen look first-rate? Why, she ain't the same lady she was when
we first fell in with ye.'

'It is true, Helga,' said I. 'Did Captain Bunting smuggle some cosmetics
into your cabin, along with his washstand?'

'Oh, do not joke, Hugh,' said she. 'Look around the ocean: it is still

'I've bin a-telling Miss Nielsen,' exclaimed Abraham, 'that them
coloured chaps forrads are a-talking about her as if she were a

'A angel,' said Jacob.

'A diwinity,' said Abraham, looking at his mate. 'The cove they calls
boss--that there Nakier yonder, him as is a-looking at us as if his
heart was agoing to bust--what d'ye think he says--ay, and in fust-class
English, too? "That there gal," says he, "ain't no Englishwoman. I'm
glad to know it. She's got too sweet a hoye for an Englishwoman." "What
d'ye know about hoyes?" says I. "English bad, bad," says he; "some
good," here he holds up his thumb as if a-counting wan; "but many veree
bad, veree bad," he says, says he, and here he holds up his fower
fingers, like a little sprouting of o'er-ripe plantains, meaning fower
to one, I allow.'

'It's pork as is at the bottom o' them feelin's,' said Jacob.

'Abraham,' said I, in a low voice, for I had no desire to be overheard
by the mate, who came and went at the rim of the poop overhead in his
walk from the taffrail to the break of the deck, 'before you accept
Captain Bunting's offer----'

'I _have_ accepted it, Mr. Tregarthen,' he interrupted.


'Last noight, or call it this marning. He was up and down while I kep' a
look-out, and wanst he says to me, "Are you agreeable, Vise?" says he;
and I says, "Yes, sir," having talked the matter o'er with Jacob.'

'I hope the pair of you have thought the offer well out,' said I, with
a glance at the Captain's cabin, from which, however, we stood too far
to be audible to him in it. 'I saw Nakier haranguing you yesterday
afternoon, and, though you told me you didn't quite understand him, yet
surely by this time you will have seen enough to make you guess that if
the Captain insists on forcing pork down those men's throats his ship is
not going to continue a floating Garden of Eden!'

'Whoy, that may be roight enough,' answered Abraham; 'but them coloured
chaps' grievances han't got nothen to do with Jacob an' me. What I
considered is this: here am I offered fower pound a month, and there's
Jacob, who's to go upon the articles for three pound; that'll be seven
pound 'twixt us tew men. Ain't that money good enough for the likes of
us, Mr. Tregarthen? Where's the _Airly Marn_? Where's my fifteen pound
vorth o' property? Where's Jacob's height pound vorth--ay, every farden
of height pound?' he exclaimed, looking at Jacob, who confirmed his
assurance with a prodigious nod. 'As to them leather-coloured
covies----' he continued, with a contemptuous look forwards; then
pausing, he cried out, ''Soides, whoy _shouldn't_ they eat pork? If
it's good enough for me and Jacob, ain't it good enough for the likes o'
such a poor little parcel o' sickly flesh as that there Nakier and his

'It is a question of religion with them,' said I.

'Religion!' grumbled Jacob. 'Religion, Mr. Tregarthen, don't lie here,
sir,' putting his hand upon his waistcoat, 'but here,' pointing with a
tarry-looking finger to where he imagined his heart was. 'There hain't
no religion in dishes. I've heerd of chaps a-preaching in tubs, but I
never heerd of religion lying pickled in a cask. Don't you let them
chaps gammon you, sir. 'Tain't pork: it's a detarmination to find

'But have they not said enough in your hearing to persuade you they are
in earnest?' said Helga.

'Why, ye see, lady,' answered Abraham, 'that their language is a sort o'
conversation which there's ne'er a man along Deal beach as has ever been
eddicated in, howe'er it may be along o' your part o' the coast, Mr.
Tregarthen. What they says among themselves I don't onderstand.'

'But have they not complained to you,' persisted Helga gently, 'of
being obliged by the Captain either to go without food every other day
or to eat meat that is forbidden to them by their religion?'

'That there Nakier,' replied Abraham, 'spun a long yarn yesterday to
Jacob and me whilst we lay agin the galley feeling werry ordinary--werry
ordinary indeed--arter that there bad job of the _Airly Marn_; but he
talked so fast, and so soft tew, that all that I could tell ye of his
yarn, miss, is that he and his mates don't fancy themselves as
comfortable as they might be.'

I said quietly, for Mr. Jones had come to a halt at the rail above us:
'Well, Abraham, my advice to you both is, look about you a little while
longer before you allow your names to be put upon the articles of this

At that moment the Captain came out of the door of the cuddy, and the
two boatmen, with a flourish of their hands to Helga, went rolling
forward. He came up to us, all smiles and politeness. It was easy to see
that he had taken some trouble in dressing himself; his whiskers were
carefully brushed; he wore a new purple-satin scarf; his ample black
waistcoat hinted that it belonged to his Sunday suit, or 'best things,'
as servants call it; his boots were well polished; he showed an
abundance of white cuff; and his wideawake sat somewhat jauntily upon
his head. His two or three chins went rolling and disappearing like a
ground swell betwixt the opening of a pair of tall starched collars--an
unusual embellishment, I should have imagined at sea, where starch is as
scarce as newspapers. He hoped Helga had slept well; he trusted that the
noises of straining and creaking below had not disturbed her. She must
really change her mind, and occupy Mr. Jones's cabin. After shaking me
by the hand, he seemed to forget that I stood by, so busy was he in his
attention to Helga. He asked her to step on to the poop or upper deck.

'These planks are not yet dry,' said he; 'and besides,' he went on
smiling always, 'your proper place, my dear young lady, is aft, where
there is, at all events, seclusion, though, alas! I am unable to offer
you the elegances and luxuries of an ocean mail steamer.'

We mounted the ladder, and he came to a stand to survey the sea.

'What a mighty waste, is it not, Miss Nielsen? Nothing in sight. All
hopelessly sterile. But it is not for me to complain,' he added

He then called to Mr. Jones, and all very blandly, with the gentlemanly
airs and graces which one associates with the counter, he asked him how
the weather had been since eight bells, if any vessels had been sighted,
and so forth, talking with a marked reference to Helga being near and
listening to him.

Mr. Jones, with his purple pimple of a nose of the shape of a woman's
thimble standing out from the middle of his pale face, with a small but
extraordinary light-blue eye twinkling on either side of it under
straw-coloured lashes and eyebrows resembling oakum, listened to and
addressed the Captain with the utmost degree of respect. There was an
air of shabbiness and of hard usage about his apparel that bespoke him a
man whose locker was not likely to be overburthened with shot. His walk
was something of a shamble, that was heightened by the loose pair of old
carpet slippers he wore, and by the frayed heels of his breeches. His
age was probably thirty. He impressed me as a man whose appearance
would tell against him among owners and shipmasters, who would therefore
obtain a berth with difficulty, but who when once in possession would
hold on tight by all possible strenuous effort of fawning, of agreeing,
of submissively undertaking more work than a captain had a right to put
him to.

While we thus stood I sent a look around the little _Light of the World_
to see what sort of a ship we were aboard of, for down to this time I
had scarcely had an opportunity of inspecting her. She was an old
vessel, probably forty years old. This I might, have guessed from the
existence of the cabins in the steerage; but her beam and the roundness
of her bows and a universal worn air, that answered to the wrinkles upon
the human countenance, likewise spoke her age very plainly. Her fittings
were of the homeliest: there was no brasswork here to glitter upon the
eye; her deck furniture was, indeed, as coarse and plain as a smack's,
with scars about the skylight, about the companion hatch-cover, about
the drumhead of the little quarter-deck capstan, and about the line of
the poop and bulwark rail, as though they had been used over and over
again by generations of seamen for cutting up plug tobacco upon. She had
a very short forecastle-deck forward, under which you saw the heel of
the bowsprit and the heaped mass of windlass; but the men's sleeping
quarters were in the deck beneath, to which access was to be had only by
what is commonly called a fore-scuttle--that is to say, a little hatch
with a cover to it, which could be bolted and padlocked at will. Abaft
the galley lay the long-boat, a squab tub of a fabric like the mother
whose daughter she was. It rested in chocks, on its keel, and was lashed
to bolts in the deck. There were some spare booms secured on top of it,
but the boat's one use now was as a receptacle for poultry for the
Captain's table. On either side of the poop hung a quarter-boat in
davits--plain structures, sharp-ended like whaling-boats. Add a few
details, such as a scuttle-butt for holding fresh water for the crew to
drink from; a harness-cask against the cuddy-front, for storing the
salted meats for current use; the square of the main-hatch tarpaulined
and battened down; and then the yards mounting the masts and rising from
courses to royals, spars and gear looking as old as the rest of the
ship, though the sails seemed new, and shone very white as the wind
swelled their breasts to the sun, and you have as good a picture as I
can put before you of this _Light of the World_ that was bearing Helga
and me hour by hour farther and deeper into the heart of the great
Atlantic, and that was also to be the theatre of one of the strangest
and wildest of the events which furnished forth this trying and
desperate passage of my life.

Captain Bunting moved away with an invitation in his manner to Helga to
walk. I lingered to exchange a word with the mate from the mere desire
to be civil. Helga called me with her eyes to accompany her, then,
hearing me speak to Mr. Jones, she joined the Captain and paced by his
side. I spied him making an angle of his arm for her to take, but she
looked away, and he let fall his hand.

'If Abraham Wise,' said I, 'agrees to sail with you, Mr. Jones, you will
have a very likely lively fellow to relieve you in keeping watch.'

'Yes; he seems a good man. It is a treat to see a white face knocking
about this vessel's deck,' he answered in a spiritless way, as though he
found little to interest him when his Captain's back was turned.

'You certainly have a very odd-looking crew,' said I. 'I believe I
should not have the courage to send myself adrift along with one white
man only aboard a craft full of Malays.'

'There were three of us,' he answered, 'but Winstanley disappeared
shortly after we had sailed.'

As he spoke, Nakier, on the forecastle, struck a little silver-toned
bell eight times, signifying eight o'clock.

'Who is that copper-coloured, scowling-looking fellow at the wheel?' I
asked, indicating the man who had been at the helm when Helga and I came
aboard on the preceding day.

'His name is Ong Kew Ho,' he answered. 'A rare beauty, ain't he?' he
added, with a little life coming into his eyes. 'His face looks rotten
with ripeness. Sorry to say he's in my watch, and he's the one of them
all that I never feel very easy with of a dark night when he's where he
is now and I'm alone here.'

'But the looks of those Asiatic folk don't always express their minds,'
said I. 'I remember boarding a ship off the town I belong to and
noticing among the crew the most hideous, savage-looking creature it
would be possible to imagine: eyes asquint, a flat nose with nostrils
going to either cheek, black hair wriggling past his ears like snakes,
and a mouth like a terrible wound; indeed, he is not to be described;
yet the captain assured me that he was the gentlest, best-behaved man he
had ever had under him, and the one favourite of the crew.'

'He wasn't a Malay,' said Mr. Jones drily.

'The captain didn't know his country,' said I.

Here Abraham arrived to take charge of the deck. He had polished himself
up to the best of his ability, and mounted the ladder with an air of
importance. He took a slow, merchant-sailor-like, deep-sea survey of the
horizon, following on with an equally deliberate gaze aloft at the
canvas, then knuckled his brow to Mr. Jones, who gave him the course and
exchanged a few words with him, and immediately after left the deck,
howling out an irrepressible yawn as he descended the ladder.

It was not for me to engage Abraham in conversation. He was now on duty,
and I understood the sea-discipline well enough to know that he must be
left alone. I thereupon joined Helga and Captain Bunting, not a little
amused secretly by the quarter-deck strut the worthy boatman put on, by
the knowing, consequential expression in his eyes as they met in a
squint in the compass-bowl, by his slow look at the sea over the
taffrail and the twist in his pursed-up lips as he went rolling forwards
to the break of the poop, viewing the sails as though anxious to find
something wrong, that he might give an order and prove his zeal.

At half-past eight Punmeamootty rang a little bell in the cabin, and we
went down to breakfast. The repast, it was to be easily seen, was the
best the ship's larder could furnish, and in excess of what was commonly
placed upon the table. There was a good ham, there was a piece of ship's
corned beef, and I recollect a jar of marmalade, some white biscuit, and
a pot of hot coffee. The coloured steward waited nimbly, with a singular
swiftness and eagerness of manner when attending to Helga, at whom I
would catch him furtively gazing askant, with an expression in his
fiery, dusky eyes that was more of wonder and respect, I thought, than
of admiration. At times he would send a sideways look at the Captain
that put the fancy of a flourished knife into one's head, so keen and
sudden and gleaming was it. Mr. Jones had apparently breakfasted and
withdrawn to his cabin, thankful, no doubt, for a chance to stretch his
legs upon a mattress.

In the course of the meal Helga inquired the situation of the ship.

'We are, as nearly as possible,' answered the Captain, 'on the latitude
of the island of Madeira, and, roundly speaking, some hundred and twenty
miles to the eastward of it. But you know how to take an observation of
the sun, Mr. Tregarthen informed me. I have a spare sextant, and at noon
you and I will together find out the latitude. I should very well like
to have my reckoning confirmed by you;' and he leaned towards her, and
smiled and looked at her.

She coloured, and said that, though her father had taught her
navigation, her calculations could not be depended upon. But for her
wish to please me, I believe she would not have troubled herself to
give him that answer, but coldly proceeded with the question she now

'Since we are so close to Madeira, Captain Bunting, would it be
inconveniencing you to sail your barque to that island, where we are
sure to find a steamer to carry us home?'

He softly shook his head with an expression of bland concern, while he
sentimentally lifted his eyes to the tell-tale compass above his head.

'You ask too much, Helga,' said I. 'You must know that the deviation of
a ship from her course may vitiate her policy of insurance, should
disaster follow.'

'Just so!' exclaimed the Captain, with a thankful and smiling
inclination of his head at me.

'Besides, Helga,' said I gently, 'supposing, on our arrival at Madeira,
we should find no steamer going to England for some days, what should we
do? There are no houses of charity in that island of Portuguese beggars,
I fear; and Captain Bunting may readily guess how it happens that I left
my purse at home.'

'Just so!' he repeated, giving me such another nod as he had before

The subject dropped. The Captain made some remark about the part of the
ocean we were in being abundantly navigated by homeward-bound craft,
then talked of other matters; but whatever he said, though directly
addressed to me, seemed to my ear to be spoken for the girl, as though,
indeed, were she absent, he would talk little or in another strain.



When breakfast was ended, Helga left the table, to go to her cabin.
Punmeamootty began to clear away the things.

'You can go forward,' said the Captain. 'I will call you when I want
you.' I was about to rise. 'A minute, Mr. Tregarthen,' he exclaimed. He
lay back in his chair, stroking first one whisker and then the other,
with his eyes thoughtfully surveying the upper deck, at which he smiled
as though elated by some fine happy fancies. He hung in the wind in this
posture for a little while, then inclined himself with a confidential
air towards me, clasping his fat fingers upon the table.

'Miss Nielsen,' said he softly, 'is an exceedingly attractive young

'She is a good brave girl,' said I, 'and pretty, too.'

'She calls you Hugh, and you call her Helga--Helga! a very noble,
stirring name--quite like the blast of a trumpet, with something
Biblical about it, too, though I do not know that it occurs in Holy
Writ. Pray forgive me. This familiar interchange of names suggests that
there may be more between you than exactly meets the eye, as the poet

'No!' I answered with a laugh that was made short by surprise. 'If you
mean to ask whether we are sweethearts, my answer is--No. We met for the
first time on the twenty-first of this month, and since then our
experiences have been of a sort to forbid any kind of emotion short of a
profound desire to get home.'

'Home!' said he. 'But her home is in Denmark?'

'Her father, as he lay dying, asked me to take charge of her, and see
her safe to Kolding, where I believe she has friends,' I answered, not
choosing to hint at the little half-matured programme for her that was
in my mind.

'She is an orphan,' said he; 'but she has friends, you say?'

'I believe so,' I answered, scarcely yet able to guess at the man's

'You have known her since the twenty-first,' he exclaimed: 'to-day is
the thirty-first--just ten days. Well, in that time a shrewd young
gentleman like you will have observed much of her character. I may take
it,' said he, peering as closely into my face as our respective
positions at the table would suffer, 'that you consider her a thoroughly
religious young woman?'

'Why, yes, I should think so,' I answered, not suffering my astonishment
to hinder me from being as civil and conciliatory as possible to this
man, who, in a sense, was our deliverer, and who, as our host, was
treating us with great kindness and courtesy.

'I will not,' said he, 'inquire her disposition. She impresses me as a
very sweet young person. Her manners are genteel. She talks with an
educated accent, and I should say her lamented father did not stint his
purse in training her.'

I looked at him, merely wondering what he would say next.

'It is, at all events, satisfactory to know,' said he, lying back in his
chair again, 'that there is nothing between you--outside, I mean, the
friendship which the very peculiar circumstances under which you met
would naturally excite.' He lay silent awhile, smiling. 'May I take it,'
said he, 'that she has been left penniless?'

'I fear it is so,' I replied.

He meditated afresh.

'Do you think,' said he, 'you could induce her to accompany you in my
ship to the Cape?'

'No!' cried I, starting, 'I could not induce her, indeed, and for a very
good reason: I could not induce myself.'

'But why?' he exclaimed in his oiliest tone. 'Why decline to see the
great world, the wonders of this noble fabric of universe, when the
opportunity comes to you? You shall be my guests; in short, Mr.
Tregarthen, the round voyage shan't cost you a penny!'

'You are very good!' I exclaimed, 'but I have left my mother alone at
home. I am her only child, and she is a widow, and my desire is to
return quickly, that she may be spared unnecessary anxiety and grief.'

'A very proper and natural sentiment, pleasingly expressed,' said he;
'yet I do not quite gather how your desire to return to your mother
concerns Helga--I should say, Miss Nielsen!'

I believe he would have paused at 'Helga,' and not have added 'Miss
Nielsen,' but for the look he saw in my face. Yet, stirred as my temper
was by this half-hearted stroke of impertinent familiarity in the man, I
took care that there should be no further betrayal of my feelings than
what might be visible in my looks.

'Miss Nielsen wishes to return with me to my mother's house,' said I
quietly; 'you were good enough to assure us that there should be no

'You only arrived yesterday!' he exclaimed, 'and down to this moment we
have sighted nothing. But why do you suppose,' added he, 'that Miss
Nielsen is not to be tempted into making the round voyage with me in
this barque?'

'She must speak for herself,' said I, still perfectly cool, and no
longer in doubt as to how the land lay with this gentleman.

'You have no claim upon her, Mr. Tregarthen?' said he, with one of his
blandest smiles.

'No claim whatever,' said I, 'outside the obligation imposed upon me by
her dying father. I am her protector by his request, until I land her
safely among her friends in Denmark.'

'Just so,' said he; 'but it might happen--it might just possibly
happen,' he continued, letting his head fall on one side and stroking
his whiskers, 'that circumstances may arise to render her return to
Denmark under your protection unnecessary.'

I looked at him, feigning not to understand.

'Now, Mr. Tregarthen, see here,' said he, and his blandness yielded for
an instant to the habitual professional peremptoriness of the
shipmaster; 'I am extremely desirous of making Miss Nielsen's better
acquaintance, and I am also much in earnest in wishing that she should
get to know my character very well. This cannot be done in a few hours,
nor, indeed, in a few days. You will immensely oblige me by coaxing the
young lady to remain in this vessel. There is nothing between you....
Just so. She is an orphan, and there is reason to fear, from what you
tell me, comparatively speaking, friendless. We must all of us desire
the prosperity of so sweet and amiable a female. It may happen,' he
exclaimed, with a singularly deep smile, 'that before many days have
passed, she will consent to bid you farewell and to continue the voyage
alone with me.'

I opened my eyes at him, but said nothing.

'A few days more or less of absence from your home,' he continued,
'cannot greatly signify to you. We have a right to hope, seeing how
virtuously, honourably, and heroically you have behaved, that Providence
is taking that care of your dear mother which, let us not doubt, you
punctually, morning and night, offer up your prayers for. But a few days
may make a vast difference in Miss Nielsen's future; and, having regard
to the solemn obligation her dying father imposed upon you, it should be
a point of duty with you, Mr. Tregarthen, to advance her interests,
however inconvenienced you may be by doing so.'

Happily, his long-windedness gave me leisure to think. I could have
answered him hotly; I could have given him the truth very nakedly; I
could have told him that his words were making me understand there was
more in my heart for Helga than I had been at all conscious of twenty
minutes before. But every instinct in me cried, Beware! to the troop of
emotions hurrying through my mind, and I continued to eye him coolly and
to speak with a well-simulated carelessness.

'I presume, Captain Bunting,' said I, 'that if Miss Nielsen persists in
her wish to leave your ship you will not hinder her?'

'That will be the wish I desire to extinguish,' said he; 'I believe it
may be done.'

'You will please remember,' said I, 'that Miss Nielsen is totally
unequipped even for a week or two of travel by sea, let alone a round
voyage that must run into months.'

'I understand you,' he answered, motioning with his hand; 'but the
difficulty is easily met. The Canary Islands are not far off. Santa Cruz
will supply all her requirements. My purse is wholly at her service. And
with regard to yourself, Mr. Tregarthen, I should be happy to advance
you any sum in moderation, to enable you to satisfy your few wants.'

'You are very good,' said I; 'but I am afraid we shall have to get you
to tranship us at the first opportunity.'

A shadow of temper, that was not a frown, and therefore I do not know
well how to convey it, penetrated his smile.

'You will think over it,' said he. 'Time does not press. Yet we shall
not find another port so convenient as Santa Cruz.'

As he pronounced these words Helga entered the cuddy. He instantly rose,
bowing to her and smiling, but said no more than that he hoped shortly
to join us on deck. He then entered his berth.

Helga approached me close, and studied my face for a moment or two in
silence with her soft eyes.

'What is the matter, Hugh?' she asked.

I looked at her anxiously and earnestly, not knowing as yet how to
answer her, whether to conceal or to tell her what had passed. I was
more astonished than irritated, and more worried and perplexed than
either. Here was an entanglement that might vastly amuse an audience in
a comedy, but that, in its reality, was about as grave and perilous a
complication as could befall us. With the velocity of thought, even
while the girl's eyes were resting on mine and she was awaiting my
reply, I reflected--first, that we were in the power of this Captain,
in respect, I mean, of his detention of us, while his vessel remained at
sea; next, that he had fallen in love with Helga; that he meant to win
her if he could; that his self-complacency would render him profoundly
hopeful, and that he would go on keeping us on board his craft, under
one pretext or another, in the conviction that his chance lay in time,
with the further help that would come to him out of her condition as an
orphan and penniless.

'What is it, Hugh?'

The sudden, brave, determined look that entered the girl's face, as
though she had scented a danger, and had girded her spirit for it,
determined me to give her the truth.

'Come on deck!' said I.

I took her hand, and we went up the little companion-steps.

Abraham was standing near the wheel, exchanging a word or two with the
yellowskin who had replaced the fierce-faced creature of the earlier
morning. There was warmth in the sun, and the sky was a fine clear blue
dome, here and there freckled by remains of the interlacery of cloud
which had settled away into the west and north. The breeze was a soft,
caressing air, with a hint of tropic breath and of the equatorial
sea-perfume in it, and the round-bowed barque was sliding along at some
four or five miles an hour, with a simmering noise of broken waters at
her side. There was nothing in sight. Two or three copper-coloured men
squatted, with palms and needles in their hands, upon a sail stretched
along the waist; Nakier, on the forecastle-head, was standing with a
yellow paw at the side of his mouth, calling instructions, in some
Asiatic tongue, to one of the crew in the foretopmast cross-trees. I
caught sight of Jacob, who was off duty, leaning near the galley door,
apparently conversing with some man within. He nodded often, with an
occasional sort of pooh-poohing flourish of his hand, puffing leisurely,
and enjoying the sunshine. On catching sight of us he saluted with a
flourish of his fist. This was the little picture of the barque as I
remember it on stepping on deck with Helga that morning.

I took her to leeward, near the quarter-boat, out of hearing of Abraham
and the helmsman.

'Now, what is it, Hugh?' said she.

'Why should you suppose there is anything wrong, Helga?'

'I see worry in your face.'

'Well,' said I, 'here is exactly how matters stand;' and with that I
gave her, as best my memory could, every sentence of the Captain's
conversation. She blushed, and turned pale, and blushed again; the
shadows of a dozen emotions passed over her face in swift succession,
and strongest among them was consternation.

'You were vexed with me for not being civil enough to him,' said she,
'and you would not understand that the civiller I was the worse it might
be with us. Such a conceited, silly creature would easily mistake.'

'Could I imagine that he was in love with you?'

'Do not say that again!' she cried, with disgust in her manner, while
she made as though to stop her ears.

'How could I guess?' I went on. 'His behaviour seemed to me full of
benevolence, hospitality, gratification at having us to talk to, with
courtesy marked to you as a girl delivered from shipwreck and the
hardships of the ocean.

'Will no ship come?' she cried, looking round the sea. 'The thought of
remaining in this vessel, of having to disguise my feelings from that
man for policy's sake, of being forced to sit in his company and listen
to him, and watch his smile and receive his attentions and compliments,
grows now intolerable to me!' and she brought her foot with a little
stamp to the deck.

'Did you know you were so fascinating?' said I, looking at her. 'In less
than a day you have brought this pale, stout Captain to your feet. In
less than a day! Why, your charms have the potency of Prospero's magic.
In "The Tempest," Ferdinand and Miranda fall deeply in love, plight
their troth, bill and coo and gamble at chess, all within three hours.
This little ship promises to be the theatre of another "Tempest," I

'Why did not you make him understand, resolutely _compel_ him to
understand, that it is our intention to return to England in the first
ship?' she exclaimed, with a glow in her blue eyes and a trace of
colour in her cheeks and a tremor in her nostrils.

'Bluntness will not do. We must not convert this man into an enemy.'

'But he should be made to know that we mean to go home, and that his
ideas----' she broke off, turning scarlet on a sudden, and looked down
over the rail at the sea with a gleam of her white teeth showing upon
the under-lip she bit.

'Helga,' said I, gently touching her hand, 'you are a better sailor than
I. What is to be done?'

She confronted me afresh, her blue eyes darkened by the suppressed tears
which lay close to them.

'Let us,' I continued, 'look this matter boldly in the face. He is in
love with you.' For a second time she stamped her foot and bit her lip.
'I _must_ say it, for there lies the difficulty. He hopes, by keeping
you on board, to get you to like, and then, perhaps, listen to him. He
will keep me, too, for the present--not because he is at all desirous of
my company, but because he supposes that in your present mood, or rather
attitude, of mind you would not stay without me, or at least alone with

Her whole glowing countenance breathed a vehement 'No!'

'He need not speak passing ships unless he chooses to do so,' I went on;
'and I don't doubt he has no intention of speaking passing ships. What
then? How are we to get home?'

The expression on her face softened to a passage of earnest thought.

'We must induce him to steer his ship to Santa Cruz,' she exclaimed.

'You will have to act a part, then,' said I, after pausing to consider.
'He is no fool. Can you persuade him that you are in earnest in wishing
to go the Cape in this ship? If not, his long nose will sniff the
stratagem, and Santa Cruz in a few days be remoter than it now is.'

She reflected, and exclaimed: 'I must act a part if we are to get away
from this vessel. What better chance have we than Santa Cruz? We must go
ashore to make our purchases, and when ashore we must stop there. Yet
what a degrading, what a ridiculous, what a wretched position to be in!'
she cried. 'I would make myself hideous with my nails to end this!' and
with a dramatic gesture I should have deemed the little gentle creature
incapable of, she put her fingers to her cheeks.

Abraham was now patrolling the deck to windward, casting his eyes with a
look of importance up at the sails, and then directing them at the
sea-line. He would, to be sure, find nothing to excite his curiosity in
this subdued chat betwixt Helga and me to leeward. I had a mind to call
him and explain our new and astonishing situation; then thought, 'No;
let us mature some scheme first; he will help us better then, if he is
able to help at all.' I leaned against the rail with folded arms, deeply
considering. Helga kept her eyes upon me.

'We should not scheme as though Captain Bunting were a villain!' said I.

'He is a villain to his men!' she answered.

'He is no villain to us! What we do not like in him is his admiration of
you. But this does not make a rascal of him!'

'He promised to transfer us to the first ship that passed!' said she.

'Shall you be well advised in acting a part?' I exclaimed. 'You are too
frank, of too sweetly genuine a nature; you could not act; you could not
deceive him!' said I, shaking my head.

The gratification my words gave her rose to her face in a little smile,
that stayed for a moment like a light there.

'How frank and sweet I am I do not know,' said she artlessly; 'but I
love your praise!'

'Madeira is yonder,' said I, nodding into the westward, 'some hundred
odd miles distant, according to our friend's reckoning. If that be so,
the Canaries must be within easy reach of two or three days, even at
this dull pace. In fact, by to-morrow afternoon we could be having the
Peak of Teneriffe blue in the heavens over the bow. We could not make
the Captain believe, in that time, that we, who have been consumed with
anxiety to return to England, have suddenly changed our mind and are
willing to sail in his ship to wherever he may be bound. He would say to
himself, "They want me to steer for Santa Cruz, where they will go
ashore and leave me."'

'Yes, that is likely,' said the girl.

'We must not speculate and plan as though he were a villain,' I
repeated. 'I believe the safe course will be to behave as though we did
not doubt he will transfer us when the chance offers, and we must be
ceaseless in our expression of anxiety to get home.'

'That will be genuine in us,' said Helga, 'and I would rather act so. He
will soon discover,' added she, colouring, 'that he is merely increasing
the expenses of the voyage by detaining us.'

'He is not a rascal,' said I; 'he means very honestly; he wishes to make
you his wife.' She raised her hand. 'Admiration in him has nimble feet.
I have heard of love at first sight, but have scarcely credited it till
now.' Her eyes besought me to be still, but I continued, urged, I
believe, by some little temper of jealousy, owing to the thought of this
Captain being in love with her, which was making me feel that I was
growing very fond of her too. 'But his ideas are those of an honourable
pious man,' said I. 'He is a widower--his daughter leads a lonely life
at home--he knows as much about you as he could find out by plying us
both with questions. He is certainly not a handsome man, but----' Here I
stopped short.

She gazed at me with an expression of alarm.

'Oh, Hugh!' she cried, with touching plaintiveness of air and voice,
'you will remain my friend!'

'What have I said or done to make you doubt it, Helga?'

'What would you counsel?' she continued. 'Do you intend to side with

'God forbid!' said I hastily.

She turned to the sea to conceal her face.

'Helga,' said I softly, for there was no chance for further tenderness
than speech would convey, with Abraham stumping the deck to windward and
a pair of dusky eyes at the wheel often turned upon us, 'I am sorry to
have uttered a syllable to vex you. How much I am your friend you would
know if you could see into my heart.'

She looked at me quickly, with her eyes full of tears, but with a
grateful smile too. I was about to speak.

'Hush!' she exclaimed, and walked right aft, raising her hand to her
brow, as though she spied something on the horizon astern.

'A delightful day--quite tropical,' exclaimed the Captain, advancing
from the poop ladder. 'What does Miss Nielsen see?'

'She is always searching for a sail,' said I.

'May I take it,' said he, 'that you have communicated to her what has
passed between us?'

'Captain,' I said, 'you ask, and perhaps you expect too much. You have
been a married man; you must therefore know the ropes, as the sailors
say, better than I, who have not yet been in love. All that I can
positively assure you is that Miss Nielsen is exceedingly anxious to
return home with me to England.'

'It would be unreasonable in me to expect otherwise--for the present,'
said he.

He left me and joined Helga, and I gathered, by the motions of his arms,
that he was discoursing on the beauty of the morning. Presently he went
below, and very shortly afterwards returned, bearing a little
folding-chair and a cotton umbrella. He placed the chair near the
skylight. Helga seated herself and took the umbrella from him, the shade
of which she might find grateful, for the sun had now risen high in the
heavens--there was heat in the light, with nothing in the wind to
temper the rays of the luminary. The Captain offered me a cigar with a
bland smile, lighted one himself, and reposed in a careless, flowing way
upon the skylight close to Helga; his long whiskers stirred like smoke
upon his waistcoat to the blowing of the wind, his loose trousers of
blue serge rippled, his chins seemed to roll as though in motion down
betwixt the points of his collar. Clearly his study in the direction of
posture was animated by a theory of careless, youthful, sailorly
elegance; yet never did nautical man so completely answer to one's
notions of a West-End hairdresser.

He was studiously courteous, and excessively anxious to recommend
himself. I could not discover that he was in the least degree
embarrassed by the supposition that I had repeated his conversation to
Helga, though her manner must have assured him that I had told her
everything. He was shrewd enough to see, however, that she was in a mood
to listen rather than to be talked to, and so in the main he addressed
himself to me. He asked me many questions about my lifeboat experiences:
particularly wished to know if I thought that my boat, which had been
stove in endeavouring to rescue Miss Nielsen and her lamented father,
would be replaced.

'Should a fund be raised,' he exclaimed, 'I beg that my name may not be
omitted. My humble guinea is entirely at the service of the noble cause
you represent. And what grand end may not a humble guinea be
instrumental in promoting! It may help to rescue many wretched souls
from the perdition that would otherwise await them were they to be
drowned without having time to repent. This is lamentably true of
sailors, Mr. Tregarthen. Scarcely a mariner perishes at sea who would
not require many years of a devotional life to purge himself of his
numerous vices. A humble guinea may also spare many children the misery
of being fatherless, and it may shed sunshine upon humble homes by
restoring husbands to their wives. You will kindly put me down for a
humble guinea.'

I thanked him as though I supposed he was in earnest.

'You will never take charge of a lifeboat again, I hope,' said Helga.

'Why not? I like the work,' I answered.

'See what it has brought you to,' said she.

'Into enjoying the association and friendship of Miss Helga Nielsen!'
exclaimed the Captain. 'Mr. Tregarthen will surely not regret _that_

'I feel that I am responsible for his being here, Captain Bunting,' said
she, 'and I shall continue wretched till we are journeying to England.'

'I would gladly put my ship about and sail her home to oblige you,'
exclaimed the Captain, 'but for one consideration: _not_ the pecuniary
loss that would follow--oh dear no!' he added, slowly shaking his head;
'it would too quickly sever me from a companionship I find myself happy

She bit her lip, looking down with a face of dismay and chagrin, while
he eyed her as though seeking for signs of gratification.

'The Canary Islands are within a short sail, I think, Captain,' said I.

'They are,' he responded.

'It would occasion no deviation, I think, for you to heave off some port
there--call at Santa Cruz--and send us ashore in one of your excellent
sharp-ended quarter-boats.'

'That would be giving me no time,' he answered without the least
hesitation, and speaking and smiling in the politest, the most bland
manner conceivable, 'to prevail upon you and Miss Nielsen to accompany

'But to accompany you where, Captain?' cried I, warming up.

'To the Cape,' he answered.

'Ay, to the Cape,' said I; 'but I understood that you were to call there
to discharge a small cargo and await orders.'

'You do not put it quite accurately,' said he, still oily to the last
degree in his accent and expression. 'I own the greater proportion of
this vessel, and my orders are my interests. When I have discharged this
cargo I must look out for another.'

'Yes,' said I, 'and when you have got it, where is it going to carry you

'Ah!' he exclaimed with a sigh, 'who can pierce the future? But who
_would_ pierce it? Depend upon it, young gentleman, that human
blindness--I mean intellectual blindness----' he was proceeding; but I
was in no humour to listen to a string of insipid, nasally pronounced

'The long and the short of it, Captain Bunting----' said I, finding an
impulse in the soft but glowing eyes which Helga fixed upon me. But,
before I could proceed, Abraham came from the little brass rail which
protected the break of the poop.

'Beg pardon, sir,' said he, addressing the Captain. 'That there chap
Nakier has arsted to be allowed to say a word along wi' ye.'

'Where is he, Wise?' inquired the Captain, smiling into the boatman's

'He's awaiting down on the quarter-deck, sir.'

'Call him.'

The 'boss' mounted the ladder. I was again impressed by the modest, the
gentle air his handsome face wore. His fine liquid, dusky eyes glittered
as he approached, but without in the least qualifying his docile
expression. He pulled off his queer old soldier's cap, and stood looking
an instant earnestly from me to Helga, before fastening his dark but
brilliant gaze upon the Captain.

'What now, Nakier?'

'Dere's Goh Syn Koh says de men's dinner to-day is allee same as
yesterday,' said the man.

'You mean pork and pease-soup?'

'Yaas, sah,' answered the fellow, nodding with an Eastern swiftness of

'Just so. Pork and pease-soup. You threw your allowance overboard
yesterday. I have not ordered pork and pease-soup to be given to you two
days running as a punishment!--oh dear no!' he went on with a greasy
chuckle coming out, as it were, from the heart of his roll of chins.
'What! punish a crew by giving them plenty to eat? No, no! I simply
intend that you and the rest of you shall know that I am captain of this
ship, and that I must have my way!'

'Dat is proper,' exclaimed Nakier. 'No man ever say no to dat. But we no
eat pork. We sooner eat dirt. We will not eat pease-soup; it is gravy of
pork. We sooner drink tar.'

'Can you conceive such bigotry, such superstition, in men who are
really, Miss Nielsen, not totally wanting in brains?' exclaimed the
Captain, turning to Helga.

She looked away from him.

'Nakier,' he continued, 'you know, my good fellow, there must be a
beginning. Have you ever tasted pork?'

'No, sah; it is against my religion!' cried the man vehemently.

'Your religion!' exclaimed the Captain. 'Alas, poor man! it is not
religion--it is superstition of the most deplorable kind! and, since
every captain stands as father to his crew, it is my duty, as your
father for the time, to endeavour to win you, my children, for the time,
to a knowledge of the truth!' He glanced askew at Helga, and proceeded:
'You will begin by eating each of you a mouthful of pork. I do not
expect much--just one mouthful apiece to begin with. You may then follow
on with a meal of salt-beef. The first step is everything. My idea is to
deal with one superstition at a time. Why should pork be unfit for you?
It is good for this lady; it is good for me; for this gentleman; for
Wise there. Are we inferior to you, Nakier, that we should be willing to
eat what you and my poor dark crew--dark in mind as in skin--profess to

'We cannot eat pork,' said the man.

'Oh, I think so. You will try?'

'No, sah, no!' There was a sharp, wild gleam in his eyes as he
pronounced these words, a look that desperately contradicted his face,
and his gaze at the Captain was now a steadfast stare.

'I desire,' continued the Captain, very blandly, 'to get rid of your
deplorable prejudices as I would extinguish a side of bacon--rasher by
rasher.' This he said with another leer at Helga. 'I have some knowledge
of your faith. You need but make up your mind to know that what I do I
do in the highest interests of my crew, and then I shall have every hope
of getting you to listen to me, and of transforming you all into
thoughtful Christian men before we reach Cape Town.'

'You will give us beef to-day, sah?'

'I think not, and if you throw your allowance overboard you shall have
pork again to-morrow.'

'We did not sign your articles for dis,' said the man, who spoke English
with a good accent.

'The articles provide for certain food,' answered the Captain, 'and that
food is served out to you in very good measure. You will try--you will
try to eat this pork; and when I learn that you have everyone of you
swallowed one mouthful, you will find me indulgent in other directions,
and ready to proceed on the only course which can result in your

'You will not give us beef to-day, sah?' said the man, shaking his head.

'Yes; but I must learn first that you have eaten of the pork. I will not
insist upon the soup, but the pork you must eat!'

'No, sah!'

'You can go forward!'

'We signed for meat, sah: we cannot work on biscuit!'

'Meat you have, and excellent meat too! It is my business to make
Christians of you. This little struggle is natural. You can go forward,
I say!'

Helga, catching her breath as though to a sudden hysteric constriction
of the throat, cried out, 'Captain, do not starve these men! Give them
the food their religion permits them to eat!'

He looked at her for a moment or two in silence. It was hard to guess at
his mind under that fixedly smiling countenance, but it seemed to me as
though in those few moments of pause there was happening a really bitter
conflict of thought in him.

'I know my duty!' he exclaimed. 'I know what my responsibilities are
here: what is expected of me!' He reflected again. 'I shall have to
render an account for my conduct and human weakness is not forgiven in
those who know what is right, and who are in a position to maintain,
enforce, and confirm the right.' He paused again, then saying softly to
Helga, 'For your sake!' he turned to Nakier. 'This lady wishes that the
crew shall have the food their black and wicked superstitions suffer
them to eat. Be it so--for to-day. Let the cook go to Mr. Jones's cabin
for the key of the harness-cask.'

Without a word, the man rounded upon his heel and went forward.

The Captain gazed at Helga while he pensively pulled his whiskers.

'It is just possible,' said he, 'that you may not be very intimately
acquainted with the character of the religion I am endeavouring to
correct in those poor dark fellow-creatures of mine.'

'I dare say they are very happy in their belief,' she answered.

He arched his eyebrows and spread his waistcoat, and had fetched a deep
breath preparatory to delivering one of his fathoms of tedious
commonplace, but his eye was at that instant taken by the clock under
the skylight.

'Ha!' he cried, 'I must fetch my sextant; it is drawing on to noon. I
will bring you an instrument, Miss Nielsen; we will shoot the sun

'No, if you please,' she exclaimed.

He entreated a little, but her _no_ was so resolutely pronounced that,
contenting himself with a bland flourish of his hand, he went below.

'What is to be done?' whispered Helga. 'We shall not be able to induce
him to land us at Santa Cruz. Is he mad, do you think?'

'No more than I am,' said I. 'One vocation is not enough for the fellow.
There are others like him in my country of Great Britain. What a
sea-captain, to be sure! How well he talks--I mean for a sea-captain! He
has a good command of words. I wager he has made more than one rafter
echo in his day. And he is sincere too. I saw the struggle in him when
you asked that the men should have their bit of beef.'

'How am I to make him understand,' said she, 'that nothing can follow
his keeping us here?'

'At all events,' I exclaimed, 'we can do nothing until we sight a ship
heading for home.'

'That is true,' she answered.

'We came aboard yesterday,' I continued, 'since when nothing has been
sighted, therefore, be the disposition of the man what it will, he could
not down to this moment have put us in the way of getting home. But here
he comes.'

He rose through the companion hatch, with a sextant in his hand, and,
stepping over to the weather side of the deck, fell to ogling the sun
that flamed over the weather-bow.


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