Title: There She Blows! - The Log of the Arethusa
Author: Macy, William Hussey
Language: English
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                           THERE SHE BLOWS!


                       THE LOG OF THE ARETHUSA.

                                  BY

                           CAPT. W. H. MACY.
                             OF NANTUCKET.

                                BOSTON
                       LEE & SHEPARD, PUBLISHERS

                               NEW YORK:
                         CHARLES T. DILLINGHAM



                           COPYRIGHT, 1877,

                                  BY

                            LEE & SHEPARD.



THE AUTHOR TO HIS READERS.


The story embodied in these pages is not to be regarded as a mere
"yarn." It is rather a series of illustrated sketches of actual life on
the ocean, made up of real incidents and introducing for the most part
real characters, many of which will be recognized. Indeed the author
may truly say that in writing these "Leaves," he felt himself simply
telling a story--not making one.

Since its first publication in serial form, nine years ago, he has
been stricken with one of the heaviest of physical infirmities. Doomed
to life-long blindness, the recollection of years spent at sea in the
prime of manhood, come crowding upon him more thickly than ever, and
he finds his chief solace in having still retained the ability to
write them down for the benefit and amusement of others. His seafaring
friends, as they overhaul the log of their own experience, will at once
recognize the truthfulness of the pictures he has drawn here.

  W. H. M.

 NANTUCKET, MASS., August, 1877.



CONTENTS.


  CHAPTER I.

                                                                     PAGE.

  FROM PECK SLIP TO NANTUCKET BAR                                        1


  CHAPTER II.

  IN AND OUT OVER THE BAR                                               12


  CHAPTER III.

  FROM THE BAR ROUND GREAT POINT                                        24


  CHAPTER IV.

  FAIRLY AT SEA.--THE FIRST LOOKOUT.--INTRODUCTION                      38


  CHAPTER V.

  THE WESTERN ISLANDS.--"YARNS" AND ANECDOTES                           50


  CHAPTER VI.

  THE FIRST WHALE                                                       62


  CHAPTER VII.

  "CUTTING IN"                                                          73


  CHAPTER VIII.

  BOILING.--CUTTING THE LINE.--DUTCH COURAGE.--"MAN OVERBOARD"          85

  CHAPTER IX.

  "GAMMING" WITH A "HOMEWARD-BOUNDER"                                   98


  CHAPTER X.

  WHALING NEAR THE FALKLANDS.--DEATH OF MR. JOHNSON                    112


  CHAPTER XI.

  PROMOTION.--"COOPER'S NOVELS."--THE MATE MORALIZES.--CAPE HORN       125


  CHAPTER XII.

  FISHING AT JUAN FERNANDEZ.--FIGHT WITH AN UGLY WHALE                 139


  CHAPTER XIII.

  TALCAHUANA                                                           153


  CHAPTER XIV.

  THE BILL-FISH.--THE MARQUESAS.--A PRISONER AMONG THE SAVAGES         167


  CHAPTER XV.

  ESCAPE FROM THE SAVAGES.--RECOVERY OF THE BOAT.--MAGICAL EFFECTS
    OF LYNCH LAW                                                       181


  CHAPTER XVI.

  THE COOPER "ROMANCES".--INCIDENTS.--BYRON'S ISLAND                   197


  CHAPTER XVII.

  KINGSMILL'S GROUP.--SINGULAR WHALING INCIDENT.--HARD  AND FAST.--A
    PERILOUS POSITION                                                  211


  CHAPTER XVIII.

  OFF THE ROCKS AGAIN.--A BAD LEAP.--ANECDOTES.--THE RUN TO THE
    CAROLINE ISLANDS                                                   225


  CHAPTER XIX.

  STRONG'S ISLAND                                                      238


  CHAPTER XX.

  ON JAPAN.--ORMSBEE'S PEAK.--WHALING INCIDENTS.--A YANKEE TRICK       253


  CHAPTER XXI.

  RADACK CHAIN.--WATERING AT OCEAN ISLAND.--INCIDENTS ON THE RUN
    TO SYDNEY, N. S. W.                                                267


  CHAPTER XXII.

  SYDNEY.--UP ANCHOR FOR HOME.--"GALWAY MIKE."                         280


  CHAPTER XXIII.

  HOMEWARD.--THE EPISODE OF GALWAY MIKE.--CAPE HORN.--THE LAST WHALE   294


  CHAPTER XXIV.

  HOMEWARD. The Whale Recognized as an Old Acquaintance.--Incidents
    of the Run Home.--Nantucket Again                                  307



LEAVES

FROM THE

ARETHUSA'S LOG.



CHAPTER I.

FROM PECK SLIP TO NANTUCKET BAR.


 "WANTED--500 able-bodied, enterprising young men, to go on whaling
 voyages of from twelve to twenty months' duration in first class
 ships. All clothing and other necessaries furnished on the credit of
 the voyage. To coopers, carpenters and blacksmiths, extra inducements
 offered."

This announcement, on a gigantic placard, in staring capitals, arrested
my attention, and brought me to a stand, as I was strolling along South
Street, near Peck Slip. I had just attained the susceptible age of
eighteen, and had left my country home with the consent of my parents,
to visit the great city of Gotham, like a modern Gil Blas, in quest of
employment and adventures. As the old story-books have it, I had come
"to seek my fortune." I have sought it ever since, but it has kept
ahead of me, like an _ignis fatuus_. Like old Joe Garboard, I began the
world with nothing, and have held my own ever since.

I had always a predilection for the sea, and had cultivated my
adventurous propensities by the study of all books of voyages and
travels that I had access to. All the wanderings of famous navigators,
from the days of Sinbad down to the present era, had been perused with
delight, and I had always affected the sailor, as well as I knew how,
in manner and dress. I had discovered, since I arrived in the city,
however, that I was a miserable amateur; and not a ragged boy along
the piers but would have spotted me for a "green one" at sight, while
Jack himself, the real article, would have found my verdancy really
refreshing after a long cruise.

Above the attractive placard to which I have alluded, in the form
of a hanging sign projecting over the sidewalk, was a most stirring
nautical piece, illustrating one of those agreeable little episodes
which diversify the life of the whaleman. The principal figure in the
foreground of this masterpiece of art was a huge sea monster, intended,
doubtless, to represent something "very like a whale," but which, in
truth, bore rather more resemblance to a magnified codfish with a
specific gravity something less than that of a cork, as he floated _on_
the water instead of _in_ it. Fragments of a devoted whaleboat, which
had been nearly pulverized by a blow of his tail, filled the air, and
rained back in showers upon the unfortunate leviathan, at the imminent
hazard, as it seemed, of inflicting serious splinter wounds, while
several sailors, apparently dressed for the occasion in span new blue
and red shirts, cut pirouettes among the wreck at various altitudes
between sky and water, and made spread eagles of themselves for the
special diversion of a gaping public. From the head of the sea monster
was ejected a stream of blood, which rose in a solid column to a height
but little exceeding that of the topmasts of the ship, which appeared
standing under all sail, in fearful proximity to the fast boats, and
having no apparent intention of starting tack or sheet to avoid a
collision. Hogarth's famous "Perspective" was quite eclipsed by this
effort.

I stood, for a time, regarding this picture in silent admiration, and
especially commiserating the situation of one luckless mariner, for
whom the fate of Jonah seemed inevitable, as he appeared suspended
in mid-air, directly over the jaws of the whale, which were widely
distended in his agony.

"Now," said I to myself, "why wouldn't this be the sort of cruise for
me? A long voyage, full of adventure and excitement. The very thing.
I'll stop in here, and get some information about this business."

Following the direction of a hand painted on a tin sign, the finger of
which, as well as the inscription, indicated that Ramsay's shipping
office was "up stairs," I entered a room where a middle-aged gentleman,
with a florid countenance, evidently the great Ramsay himself, was
seated at a desk fenced in by a railing, while a shabby clerk, who
looked as if he had been kept up all night, hovered, like a familiar
spirit, near his elbow. Two youths, fresh from the country like myself,
were negotiating for enlistment with the elder gentleman, who was all
smiles and affability, and who, at my entrance, elevated his eyebrows,
and said something, _sotto voce_, to the sleepy clerk, whereat the
latter smiled knowingly, and then, seeming fatigued by the exertion,
relapsed into his former apathy.

"Take a seat, sir," said Mr. Ramsay. "I'm happy to see you, sir; and
the fact of your being early in the day argues well for your success
in life. I presume you would like to try a pleasant voyage, to see the
world, and make some money at the same time."

"Yes, sir," said I; "I did think of trying a sea voyage, but I would
like to make a few inquiries first."

"Quite right, sir," said Mr. Ramsay, lighting a cigar; "quite right.
'Look before you leap,' as the saying is. Have a cigar, sir?" at the
same time extending a handful of cheap sixes, with a general invitation
to the company present. "I shall be happy to afford you any information
in my power, sir. I have never been whaling myself, but from my long
experience in this business, and my extensive acquaintance with
whalemen and shipowners, I may say that you could hardly have applied,
in this city, to a better source; and, as I was observing to these two
young gentlemen just before you entered, there is the finest opening
just at this time that I have ever known. Indeed, I do not remember
any period since I have been in the business when such inducements
were offered to enterprising young men as now. A packet leaves this
afternoon for Nantucket, and there are crews wanted there for four new
ships, just launched, and all to be commanded by experienced captains.
There will be more ships fitted this year than any previous one; and,
owing to the increased demand for young men, the lays are uncommonly
high."

"The what, sir?" asked one of the country youths.

"The lays, sir; that is to say, the shares. You will understand that
in this business no one is paid wages by the day or month, but each
receives a certain part, or lay, as it is called, of the proceeds of
the cruise. By this arrangement, you will see, at once, that every
one, from the captain to the cabin boy, has a personal interest in the
success of the voyage. The lay is, of course, proportioned to his rank
or station on board, and to his experience in the business. The lays,
as I before observed, are high this season, uncommonly so."

"And what may be the lay of a new hand--one who has never been by
water," I asked.

"Well, sir, the lays of green hands have ranged, in times past, from a
two hundredth to a two hundred and fiftieth, but they are paying now a
hundred and seventieth, and even as high as a hundred and fiftieth. By
the way, have you any mechanical trade?" pursued the shipping-master,
with the greatest urbanity.

"Well--yes, sir; I have served some time at the blacksmith's trade,
though I can hardly call myself a finished workman," I answered.

"A blacksmith! ah, indeed! The very thing, sir. That reminds me that I
have a special demand, at this time, for three or four blacksmiths, and
as many carpenters. As to your being a finished workman, that is not
at all essential, sir. If you can botch a little and do an indifferent
sort of job, that is quite sufficient. I may safely promise an
able-bodied young man like you with some knowledge of the blacksmith's
trade, as good as the hundred and thirtieth. That, however, is a matter
to be arranged with the agent of the ship when you sign the articles. I
shall mention the subject to my correspondents, Messrs. Brooks & Co.,
at Nantucket, and they will use their influence for you."

"The voyage, you say, will not be more than twenty months, sir?" I
asked.

"Ye--no, sir--that is, they are seldom absent beyond that length of
time, and, if very fortunate, you may finish a voyage in a year. Then
your chances of promotion! Consider, sir--a young man of your ability
ought certainly to command a third mate's berth on the second voyage,
in which case, of course, your pay is more than doubled; and so on each
successive voyage as you advance still higher on the ladder. That is,
of course, supposing you should wish to follow the business. If not,
why, a year or a year and a half is not much at your time of life. You
would still be young enough to turn your attention to something else."

"How's the victuals on these whaling boats?" inquired one of the
verdant youths.

"Excellent, sir," returned the voluble Mr. Ramsay. "I have reason to
believe there are no ships on the ocean where the living is so good as
in whalers. Even the luxuries of life are to be found in abundance.
Cows are generally kept on board, so that the supply of milk and fresh
beef scarcely ever fails."

Here the sleepy clerk knocked the ashes from his cigar, gave
another knowing smile, and distended his cheek with his tongue, in
keen enjoyment of the game. This action was not lost upon me, and,
inexperienced though I was, I had already begun to surmise that the
statements of his eloquent employer were to be received _cum grano
salis_. Still, making due allowance for exaggeration, I thought this
sort of voyage, from its very nature, full of excitement and adventure,
would suit me better than any other.

"Do you furnish the outfit of clothes here, sir?" I inquired.

"No, sir," answered Mr. Ramsay, "that is not in my line. My
correspondents, Messrs. Brooks & Co., will attend to that; and, from
their perfect knowledge of the articles required, and their extensive
facilities, cannot fail to give you satisfaction."

The sleepy clerk had the pleasure of registering the names of all
three of us on the list of recruits to go on board the "Lydia Ann,"
and at four o'clock that afternoon, I found myself, in company with
a score or more of others, on board the old sloop, with the mainsail
hoisted, and dropped down to an outside berth; and, after the most
affectionate farewells and hand-shaking from Mr. Ramsay and the sleepy
clerk, the whole party were mustered and counted, and the roll being
found correct, the Lydia Ann slipped the only fast by which she rode to
the pier, and was fairly under way for Nantucket, amid the shouts and
hurrahs of her passengers, who seemed to have bid adieu to all care and
sorrow, and to consider themselves fairly enrolled in the ranks of the
elect.

After taking our last looks at the great metropolis, I found ample
amusement in studying human nature, and observing the peculiarities
of my several companions, who were a motley crowd, composed of men of
every stamp, from the fresh and innocent country youth, like myself,
who had just left his mother and sisters, to the city rowdy, who had
run himself "hard up" on a spree, and, unable longer to raise the wind,
had shipped for a sea voyage as a last resort. It was surprising to
note, now that we were brought together, and all bound on the same
mission, how quickly we became acquainted with each other, and how
quickly all distinctions were levelled. Many of my companions were more
or less in liquor at starting, and some had brought suspicious bottles
with them, and now were clustered in groups about the deck, roaring
snatches of songs, breaking out into boisterous merriment, and cracking
jokes on the old skipper, who only shook his head, and joined in the
laugh, muttering:

"Hold on, my lads, till I get you out off Pint Judy, with a good stiff
breeze and chopping sea on to shake up your stomachs, and I'll bet some
of you will laugh out of the other side of your mouths."

The old gentleman was not at all averse to taking a stout pull at
the bottles with those who offered them; and, after two or three
applications of this sort, he grew communicative, and volunteered much
information for our special behoof, touching the business in which we
were about embarking. Many of his statements differed widely from those
of the shipping-master, which is not strange; for it is well known
that two witnesses are seldom found to agree to their accounts of the
same matter.

The Lydia Ann was an old time-worn and battered sloop, which ran
as a regular transport between Nantucket and New York, having no
accommodations for any considerable number of passengers, though she
had carried so many human cargoes to the same consignees, all bound on
the same errand, that she had acquired the pet name of "the Slaver."

When night came on, we were constrained to find lodgings in the hold
as best we could; and, selecting the softest spots and most eligible
corners among the casks and boxes which composed the freight list, we
passed part of the night in much the same manner as before. But, as
the skipper had predicted, the breeze freshened during the night, and
the old sloop, feeling the benefit of it, and diving smartly into a
head sea, furnished the majority of us employment in casting up our
accounts, and admonished us that all bodies, not excepting the solid
earth, are subject to upheavings when shaken to their centres. Some of
us, who had crawled on deck to get the fresh air, furnished, by our
own rueful and woe-begone appearance, rare food for merriment to the
old mate, a veteran of nearly the same date as his commander, who in a
rough pea-jacket and slouched sou'wester, stood, statue-like, braced up
against the tiller, apparently as immovable as the rock of ages.

"Ah, boys," said the jolly old salt, "so the Liddy Ann is breaking you
in, eh? Well, you've got to go through it, all of ye, and it's better
to have it over now, when you've got no duty to attend to, than to
begin it in the Gulf stream, when there'll be, maybe, topsails to reef,
and a slatting jib to be got in on a slippery boom."

He advised us, moreover, to try the experiment of attaching a piece of
fat pork, previously dipped in molasses, to a string, swallowing the
precious morsel and pulling it up again, repeating the operation as
often as the symptoms returned, which mode of proceeding, he solemnly
assured us, had been proved to be an invaluable specific, in cases
of this kind, as could be attested by the experience of thousands
of sufferers. The victims were slow to avail themselves of this
information, not so much from any doubt of its efficacy, as from sheer
inability to make the necessary exertion to prepare the medicine.

The utter prostration of all energy which attends sea-sickness is
well known to those who have passed the ordeal. I was a sufferer with
the rest, but not to the same extent as many others. When daylight
broke, I was on deck, and stirring, and became accustomed to the Lydia
Ann's antics with so little difficulty that the old skipper noticed
me particularly; and finding I was the only one who could do full
justice to an "able-bodied breakfast," he complimented me by averring
his belief that I would be a sailor yet before my mother would. Which
prophecy seemed in a fair way of fulfilment; for I gained so rapidly
that before the sloop went in over Nantucket Bar, I was able to take an
interest in all I saw and even to lend a hand about decks. I was rather
vain of the comparatively easy victory which my stomach had gained
over old Neptune's medicine chest, and lost no opportunity of cracking
jokes upon others, whose course of initiation had been more severe.
Some of the boys who came over in the Lydia Ann will never forget
the martyrdom they endured from this intolerable malady, which, when
violent, makes even life and death seem a matter of indifference, and
not the least irritating peculiarity of which is that it is a standing
subject for joking by those who have passed through it, and that even
the very pity which the initiated traveller bestows upon us is akin to
ridicule.



CHAPTER II.

IN AND OUT OVER THE BAR.


Two whaleships were lying at anchor outside the "bar" as the Lydia
Ann passed in--one lately arrived from a long voyage, her rusty sides
and rough bends nearly naked of copper, with the long grass clinging
to the bare sheathing; her stump topmasts and general half-dismantled
appearance presenting a striking contrast to the trim, newly-painted
outward-bounder, which had just completed her preparations for sea,
and, with everything aloft in its place, mainroyal yard crossed, and a
full quota of showy, white-bottomed boats on the cranes and overhead,
was to weigh anchor for the Pacific next morning. Loud rose the
cheerful, measured sound of the hoisting song from the gang on board
the inward-bound ship, as the heavy casks of oil were seen to rise
slowly from her hatchway, and were discharged into the schooner lashed
alongside of her to receive them, while another lighter, deeply loaded,
had dropped astern, and was hoisting her mainsail.

"I thought the 'Pandora' had sailed before this time," said the old
skipper, as we passed just out of hail of the ships. "They have been
a long time fitting her for sea. I wonder," said he to his mate, "who
that is that has got in since we left. Get the glass, and see if you
can make out her name when we cross her stern."

The mate brought an old battered telescope from a cleet in the
companionway, and, after squinting for some time, muttered:

"P--her stern is so rusty that hang me if I can make out the
letters--the name begins with a P; I can see that. There's a T in it,
and the last letter looks like an H."

"Yes, that's all right," said the skipper. "That's the old 'Plutarch.'
She has been expected some time, and has had a long passage home; but
she is one of the old Anno Dominy ships, and sails about as fast as
you can whip a toad though tar. I was in her two v'y'ges myself in my
young days, and we never could drive more than six knot out of her in a
gale of wind. She seems to have a foul bottom, too. But she has crawled
home at last, and she has brought a good load of ile, too. She had
twenty-one hund'ed at last accounts, and that ain't to be sneezed at,
nowadays."

"No, indeed, it ain't," returned his partner. "But when was you in the
Plutarch? Who had her then?"

"Old Hosea Coffin had her; that's when she was new, and was called a
dandy ship at that time. Then I steered a boat in her next v'y'ge with
'Bimelech Swain--you knew him?"

"Yes, I remember; that's when I was in the 'Viper' on the Brazeel
Banks."

I could not but look with admiration upon these old veterans, who
talked about long voyages round Cape Horn and on the "Banks" as though
they had been mere pleasure trips across a harbor and back, or any
such trifling matter. Two or three years in these old fellows' lives
seemed like the same period in the history of nations, occupying but
a line or two of the chronicler. But the vessel was rapidly drawing
in round "Brant Point," and all my comrades, many of whom had not yet
fully recovered from sea-sickness, had mustered on deck to see the low,
sandy island and busy little town of Nantucket, which now lay fairly
before us. Several more whaleships were lying at the wharves, some of
them dismantled, and stripped to a girtline, others partly rigged for
sea, and two or three hove down for coppering. This was in the summer
of 1841, when Nantucket may be said to have been in the zenith of its
prosperity. More new ships were built than in any previous season, and
the general impression appeared to be that the partisan cries of "two
dollars a day and roast beef to the laboring man" were to be literally
fulfilled, and that the price of oil was to reach a standard positively
fabulous. And so it did--fabulously low, as every poor whaleman can
testify, who arrived in 1842-3, and sold his sperm oil for fifty or
sixty cents a gallon.

As the sloop warped in alongside the wharf, a spruce young man jumped
on deck, and, saluting the skipper, asked him when he left New York,
and, in the same breath, how many men he had brought. "Twenty-five,"
said the old man. And, having thus satisfied himself that the cargo
delivered corresponded with the invoice, he invited us all to come
up to "the store." Then, mounting into a one-horse cart--a sort of
green box on two wheels--which stood in waiting, he called upon us
to "jump up." We jumped up till the box was full of us, standing in
solid phalanx, and the rest followed, as infantry of the rear guard;
and thus, the admired of all beholders, we proceeded up the central or
"Straight Wharf," and up Main Street to the store. The spruce young man
informed us that his name was Richards, and that he was connected with
the establishment as a sort of out-door clerk.

The store of Messrs. Brooks & Co. fronted directly on the square
or grand plaza of Nantucket. They dealt in all kinds of ready-made
clothing and dry goods, infitting as well as outfitting goods; and
the store was a grand resort and rendezvous of seafaring men. At the
time of our arrival, it was enlivened by the presence of numerous
whalemen, of various grades in rank, from chief mates of ships,
sedate, dignified-looking men, dressed in long togs in neat style,
who sat smoking, comparing notes about matters and things, "round the
other side of land," and re-killing, at a safe distance, many "forty
barrel bulls," which they had years ago slaughtered, at imminent peril
of life and limb, down to overgrown boys, who had made one voyage,
aspirants for boatsteerers' berths, who wore fine blue round jackets
and low-quartered morocco pumps, with a great superabundance of ribbon,
as was the fashion at that period, carried flaming red handkerchiefs
either awkwardly in their hands or hanging half out at their jacket
pockets, masticated tobacco in prodigious quantities, and in various
ways aped the tar, to the great amusement of their elders, who passed
remarks to each other in confidential tones.

"Here comes young Folger, rolling down to St. Helena, eighteen cloths
in the lower studdingsail, and no change out of a dollar."

"What ship was he in?" asked another.

"In that plum pudd'ner that got in last week--what's her name?"

"O, that old brig over at the New North Wharf? The 'Sphynx.'"

"He wants a bilge pump in each pocket to pump the salt out."

"Yes--Lot's wife never was half as salt as some of these boys."

"They'll outgrow that after they have made two or three more voyages,
and got the feather-edge rubbed off."

"Yes, they'll find it isn't all fun to come and go, 'happy go lucky,'
when they have more to think about. Well, we've all had our thoughtless
days."

The last speaker had lately married a young wife, and was to sail the
next morning, mate of the Pandora.

"Well, Gardner, your time is getting short," said his next neighbor,
with a careless laugh, slapping him on the back. "I'm sorry for you,
boy, but it can't be helped, and I wish you a good voyage," continued
the rough sympathizer, a powerful young man, who had just arrived
second mate of the Plutarch, and had not yet begun to wear the bronze
off his face.

"Never mind, Chase; you can blow for a short time, but you'll be
travelling the same road soon."

"Not this winter," returned Chase, with a triumphant shake of the head.
"I'll set my foot down on that."

"Don't be too sure of that," said Gardner. "I'll bet you'll be out
again this fall."

"Not I."

"Well, I expect to see you in Talcahuano in the spring, and I'll put
you in mind of this."

"If you see me there as soon as that, I'll stand treat."

"I see the old slaver has brought a lot of bran new sailors from New
York to-day. I suppose, Gardner, you'll have the training of some of
these young fellows," said another.

"No, not this lot; ours are all on board. These are to go in the
Fortitude and the Arethusa."

"Well, Grafton's going in the Arethusa. They'll all find their right
places there."

"There's a fellow will make a slashing midship oarsman," said one.

"Yes, and here's another for a bowman," replied his neighbor, with a
glance at me, as I stood within ear shot, and overheard this colloquy.

I had no chance to hear more at present; for the whole party, after
their names had been registered, were handed over to the tender
mercies of the boarding-house keeper, and the procession moved off, in
straggling order, "down under the bank" to dinner.

Mr. Loftus, the boarding-master, was an elderly gentleman of pompous
appearance, who had been whaling himself in his younger days, and
thought himself quite an oracle in his way. He entertained his boarders
with many thrilling reminiscences of his youth, interspersed with sage
advice how to conduct ourselves so as to get ahead, and rise in our
profession, as he himself had done, and regretted that ill health had
prevented him from following it up until he got command of a ship,
which must inevitably have been the case in a few more years. He
informed us that the majority of us would probably be shipped the next
day in the Arethusa, and we might consider ourselves truly fortunate
in getting this opportunity, as the Arethusa was a new ship, with all
the modern improvements, and a crack appointment, so that we might look
upon the voyage as already made, before the ship left home. Furthermore
the ship carried three maints' gall'nt sails, and had more backstays
than any other ship in port, which fact, he said, had a material
bearing on the success of the cruise.

All this produced a feeling of anxiety in the minds of the newly
enlisted to be chosen on the roll of the Arethusa rather than to be
left for the Fortitude and other less desirable ships.

The next day we were all mustered at the store, and introduced in the
aggregate, to the agent of the ship, and Captain Upton, the future
commander, a middle-sized man, all bone and muscle, with keen eyes, and
a peculiar stride in his gait, which might admit of a small wheelbarrow
being driven between his legs without touching either. He seemed to
have his own way in the selection of his crew, the agent leaving the
matter in his hands; and twelve of us having been called out, of whom
I was flattered to find myself one, the rest were left for Captain
Wyer, of the Fortitude, who, being a young man, just entering on his
first command, was fain to content himself with what he could get
in many particulars, where Captain Upton would have what he wanted.
We were catechised, in brief, concerning our nativity and previous
occupation, and the build and physical points of each were looked to,
not forgetting the eyes, for a sharp-sighted man was a jewel in the
estimation of the genuine whaling captain.

A formidable document lay on the desk, awaiting our signatures, and,
almost before I knew it, I found myself entered on the Arethusa's
articles, with the hundred an fiftieth, as blacksmith and green hand.
Our outfits of "clothing and other necessaries" were put into our
chests for us at the store; and most of us now donned some articles to
replace such of our clothing as was in a dilapidated condition, while
the best garments of which we happened to stand possessed were still
retained in wear. The result was an incongruity in the various parts
of our attire, which occasioned much merriment. Thus, one wore a check
shirt under the shade of a glossy beaver; another a "claw-hammer" or
dress-coat over bright red flannels; while tarpaulin hats surmounted
with white shirts and dickeys, and patent leather peeped out under
voluminous duck trowsers. The whalemen criticised us as "half-Jack
half-gentlemen," as we took a stroll down the busy wharves, to look
at the shipping generally, and especially to inspect the noble vessel
which was to be our future home.

We wound our tortuous way down through a labyrinth of old anchors
and trypots, spars, timber and oil-casks, now diving under a capstan
bar, and again making a detour to double a long pair of trucks or
skids, backed up at a tier of oil to parbuckle its load on. We all
fell in love with the Arethusa at sight, which might, in our case,
be termed an illustration of "love after marriage," seeing that our
names were already on her papers. She was indeed a fine specimen of
naval architecture, and her model was much admired at that time, for
this was before the day of extreme clippers. She was painted with the
bright waist, a style more in vogue then than now, consisting of a
broad yellow streak, relieved by narrow white moulding or ribbons. She
appeared to justify all that the boarding-master had said of her; and,
in the simplicity of our hearts, we had no doubt that his enumeration
of her mainto'gall'nt-s'ls and backstays was perfectly correct.

It being a holiday afternoon, there was a crowd of boys on the wharf,
who appeared to me to be quite a distinctive class of juveniles,
accustomed to consider themselves as predestined mariners. Their
fathers and grandfathers before them had spent the whole period of
their lives "round Cape Horn;" their elder brothers were even now
serving their apprenticeship in the same manner, and, as regarded
themselves, it was only a question of time how soon they should start.
They climbed ratlines like monkeys--little fellows of ten or twelve
years--and laid out on the yardarms with the most perfect nonchalance,
shouting and laughing at our awkward attempts to perform the same
feats. They ridiculed us as "greenies," and there was no help for it
but to take it all in good part, and bear with their boyish impudence
as philosophically as might be. Hostile advances were useless, for we
might as well have kicked at the empty air.

We certainly could not complain of want of attention during our stay
among these plain-hearted people. We could hardly turn a corner but we
were saluted with the war-cry of some of these embryo circumnavigators.
"See the greenies, come to go ileing;" while the smiles of beauty were
extorted by our amphibious costumes wherever we strolled about town.

I understood that two of the boys were going with us in the ship.
Wishing to know something of my future shipmates, I made inquiry of the
landlord's daughter. Of course she knew them both. One was Kelly's son
who lived away in Egypt, and the other was Obed B.

"And who is Obed Bee?" I asked.

"Why, he's a second cousin of ours."

"And does Mr. Bee live in Egypt, too?"

"Who?" she asked, with surprise.

"Why, Mr. Bee, Obed's father," said I innocently.

"Mr. Hoeg, you mean," said she, as soon as she could suppress her
laughter so as to speak. "I forgot to tell you that his name was Obed
B. Hoeg. No, _he_ don't live in Egypt; he lives over in Guinea."

I was more and more mystified; I thought of Ledyard and Mungo Park, and
pursued my African researches by inquiring:

"What part of the world is this where you live--Nubia or Abyssinia?"

"Neither," answered the young lady, now fairly screaming with laughter.
"Why this is _Newtown_."

"Indeed!" said I. "And have you an 'Oldtown,' too?"

"Not in Nantucket," she replied; "that's on the Vineyard."

I did not learn, till long afterwards, that the name was universally
used among the Nantucketers for Edgartown.

But our stay in this quaint old town was short, indeed, for the next
afternoon we all reported ourselves on board, under the fatherly care
and escort of Messrs. Brooks and Richards; and the Arethusa, with only
topmasts aloft, and topsail yards crossed, dropped out from the wharf,
in tow of the "Telegraph" steamer, for her station outside of the bar,
there to complete rigging and loading for sea. She was at this time in
charge of a pilot, and a superannuated whaling captain, who, having
outlived active service, now found employment as chief stevedore and
temporary captain, in cases where the regular officers preferred to pay
for "lay days," and remain with their friends till the ship was quite
ready for sea.

Directly on getting clear of the wharf, we poor bewildered green
hands, whose senses had gone wool-gathering amid the confusion of
unintelligible orders connected with "hooking on," were set to work
to heel the ship by rousing the chain cables and other ponderous
articles all on one side, in order to lessen her draught of water; and
this being accomplished, the ship, after rubbing for a few minutes on
the flats, went over clear, and about dark came to, with both anchors
ahead, in the berth vacated by the Pandora which had gone to sea the
day before.



CHAPTER III.

FROM THE BAR ROUND GREAT POINT.


When the ship was righted, and all was made snug for the night, we
proceeded to arrange the chaotic mass of sea-chests, bedding, kegs of
oil soap, and miscellaneous sea-stores, and to perform the apparently
impossible task of condensing sixteen men, with all their real and
personal estate, into a little triangular space, called (by courtesy)
the forecastle, so as to leave standing and dancing room at the
foot of the ladder. This problem, however knotty it might seem to
the uninitiated, was successfully solved, under the superintendence
of the four "salts" who had been to sea before, two of whom were
Portuguese from the Azores, one a gigantic negro who had been three
voyages in the same employ, and the fourth a white American of some
little intelligence--one of those sea-lawyers or "clock-setters," who
are to be found in all sorts of ships, and who make more mischief
then can well be imagined by people not conversant with matters of
this sort. The stowage being completed, each one fitted up his own
"bunk," the four veterans having, of course, appropriated the choice
ones by marking them with their own hieroglyphics before the ship
left the wharf. Supper was then passed down, and a smart show of new
tin-ware brought into requisition. Old Jeff swore at the tea, called
it "frightened water" (it did certainly appear to have been mixed on
homoeopathy principles), and avowed his determination to have his
brother African, the cook, over the windlass end before he had been a
week in blue water, unless a decided improvement should be observed
in this respect. In which threat he was ably seconded by Burley, the
sea-lawyer, and the two Ghees, we green hands merely eating with eyes
wide open, not yet daring to advance our opinions.

The remains of the banquet cleared away, most of us lighted our
"half-Spanish" outfit cigars, but Old Jeff, disdaining such flummeries,
produced his approved narcotic solace, in the shape of a well-worn and
blackened "chunk," which being duly loaded and set on fire, he settled
himself in a sort of Sir Oracle attitude, and prepared to give the
attentive novices the benefit of his long experience.

"Now, boys," said Jeff, between the puffs, "you'll find you've got to
toe the mark here. Our old man's a hard one, I can tell ye, for I've
sailed with him afore. _I_ can get along well enough with him, 'cause I
know _him_, and he knows _me_, too, like a book. I haven't sailed ten
years with him for nothing. Why, bless your souls, he wouldn't know how
to get under way without me." This was one of Jeff's delusions--that
he considered himself a necessary fixture or part of the ship. "He's a
hard one," he continued, "and you lads will have to stand round when he
gets among ye. He wont trouble _me_, you know,'cause _I_ know my duty,
chock to the handle; but he's down on any man that don't know his duty."

"But, surely," I ventured to say, "he cannot be so unreasonable as to
expect a green hand to know a seaman's duty by intuition. We don't
profess to know anything; we come our first voyage to learn, and if
we show ourselves willing to learn, we do all that can be reasonably
expected of us."

"I don't know nothing about your inter-ition," returned Old Jeff,
showing the whites of his eyes to a frightful extent. "That's further
into the booktionary that ever I overhauled. But I know this old man,
and it's no use for a lad like you to argy about things that you don't
understand. If you and me was going to talk in 'long-shore company,
now, I s'pose I'd have to strike my flag, 'cause you could launch some
three-deckers, like that one just now; but here, you know, I'm to home.
You just hold on a bit; he'll let you know who's who, when he gets you
off soundin's!"

"I aint afraid he'll do _me_ anything," said the sea-lawyer, Burley,
his voice coming with a sepulchral sound from the depths of the bunk,
where he was already stretched at full length. "_I_ don't allow
any live man to do _me_ anything. I've been in all sorts of ships,
men-of-war, merchantmen, and--well, I wont say what else. But I always
stood up for my rights."

"That's all well enough, you know," replied the negro, speaking with
less assumption of superiority now that he was addressing a man of
experience. "That's all well enough to stand up, if all hands would
hang together standin' up"--(quite unconscious of the bull, of course).
"But they wont, 'cause they don't know their duty. Now, you see, you
and me's got to do 'bout all the duty here--"

"What you talk about?" said one of the two Ghees, a swarthy,
big-whiskered fellow, with that restless eye so common among his
countrymen. "What you talk about--do all dut_ee_? I no want you do my
work. S'pose you do your own work, me all e' same."

"Ah, well! I don't mean nothin' 'bout you and Antone, of course!" said
Jeff, turning nearly _white_ at the interruptions. "I s'pose you two
can do your duty well enough. What I mean to say is," thus ingeniously
shifting his ground, "there'll be only two of us in each watch to do
all the duty. 'The doctor' he don't count nobody, 'cause he don't stand
watch, and he's got enough to do to look after his galley. Now, when I
first went a whaling, they used to have some _men_ aboard of a ship;
but now-a days they send them out filled with a lot of _children_. I
expect if I go two or three voyages more, I'll see 'em bring their
mothers out with 'em. I don't know, for my part, what they ship such
spindle-legged boys for!"

"I do!" shouted the clock-setter, from the recesses of the bunk.
"Because they can do just what they like with 'em, and they don't know
their rights. If they were to ship a whole crew of old hands that
knew their rights and stood up for them, they'd get brought up with a
round-turn."

"R-r-r-ights!" muttered Manoel the Portuguese. "What that you talk
'bout r-r-rights? What for you begin gr-r-owl now, no got ship out sea
yet? Time enough gr-r-owl, s'pose old man no do r-r-right by-'m-by."

"But it's always well enough to have these things understood in the
beginning," insisted Burley. "I want a man to use me _like_ a man, and
I mean he _shall_, too. I don't know what you Dagos mean to do, but
_I'll_ have my rights."

"R-r-rights!" echoed Manoel, with infinite contempt. "All 'e time
r-r-rights!"

"I tink s'pose have row 'board dis ship--you no do more's 'nother
mans," said the little Portuguese, Antone, with that quick perception
of character, which, in many of his class, seems to supply the place of
both theoretical knowledge and worldly experience.

"Well, you'll see," returned the sea-lawyer. "Time will show. I sha'n't
ask any Dago to tell me what to do."

"Dago no tell you, s'pose you ask," answered the quiet little
Portuguese, sarcastically.

He had already conceived a disgust for one, at least, of his shipmates.
Though having no desire, at present, to quarrel with him, he took
in good part the epithet of "Dago," which Burley had always at his
tongue's end.

"Well," said I, "I shall not believe that the captain--"

"Who's the captain?" interrupted Old Jeff.

"Why, Captain Upton."

"O! the old man you mean. If you was talking about the skipper of
another ship, it might do to say the cap'n, but _ours_ is always the
old man--mind that."

"Very well--the old man, then," I resumed. "I shall not believe that he
will misuse or ill-use a man for not knowing what he can't be expected
to know without some practice and experience. It's an old saying that
the devil is not so black as he is painted; and the only way for us new
hands is to go to work cheerfully, and try to learn our duty. I'm sure
I am willing to learn, and would be obliged to any one who would teach
or help me."

This view of the matter, and my expression of it, at once found an echo
from all the other youngsters, while, at the same time, it secured for
me the better opinion of Old Jeff himself; who, though a notorious
growler, was not a bad-hearted man in the main. In deed, this negro
was a specimen of a class which every seaman will recognize at once,
who growl rather from confirmed habit than from any evil motive; and
nothing could be further from his mind than to be the intentional
cause of trouble on board any ship in which he served. Not so with
Burley, whom I set down at once as a man to be instinctively avoided
and distrusted. Growling, with Old Jeff, was a weakness, and, from long
indulgence in the practice had become, as it were, an essential part of
his existence; but the sea-lawyer was a deliberate mischief-maker. In
one respect, as I afterwards discovered, they were much on a par, being
both arrant cowards when put to the test.

The cook now made his appearance down the ladder--a merry,
simple-hearted African, of a shining bottlegreen complexion, between
whom and Old Jeff a harmless sort of skirmishing feud existed, they
having sailed together on the previous voyage with Captain Upton, and
contracted a habit of cracking coarse jokes upon each other to such an
extent that a stranger might have supposed them to be in a towering
rage at times, when they were in reality fast friends.

"Halloo, Jeff, aint you turned in yet?" said the cook, showing his
ivory from ear to ear. "Here you be, boys; all de bunks taken up, and
I's left like dey say de Son o' Man in de Scriptur', nowhere to lay my
head. De old man says he's going to have an extra bunk put up for me in
de steerage. S'pose he wont do it till after we get out to sea."

"Take your black mug out of this!" thundered Old Jeff, who was
stripping off preparatory to retiring for the night. "You make the
fo'castle so dark a man can't see to turn in. You'll put the lights out
if you stay here five minutes."

"Now don't trouble yourself to get in a puncheon when a hogshead's big
enough to hold ye," retorted the "doctor" in a tantalizing way. "Some
people might think you's dangerous, if dey didn't know ye as well as I
do. You can't frighten Kentucky Sam, you know. Lord sakes! You might
run loose till kingdom come, 'thout any muzzle; you wouldn't bite
nobody. Might _bark_ some, though."

"I'll _bark_ your crooked shins for you, if you don't shut up. I'm
goin' to turn in; we shall have two lighters alongside to-morrow
morning and Uncle Brock will be turning us to, as soon as he can see
daylight through a ladder."

"Well, now, don't be flyin' off de handle, altogedder," said the cook
with provoking coolness, "'cos I's goin' to turn in myself, soon's I
fix up a bed on dese two donkeys." (Sea chests.)

"I'll settle _your_ hash for you to-morrow," roared Jeff, extending his
herculean fist from the bunk, and shaking it apparently in a state of
great excitement.

"All right. Call at my office any time before dinner. Sha'n't have no
_hash_ to settle tho'. 'Taint hash day to-morrow, anyhow."

By this time the sable functionary was stretched at his ease on his
temporary shake down, and the sparring ended for the night. Some of
the boys were already snoring off the fatigues of the day, and the
rest were making a movement bedward; so I had leisure to reflect a
little upon the sudden change in my situation and the new and strange
society into which I was thrown. Yet though my meditations kept me
wakeful for some time, they were by no means of a despondent cast. I
was on board a first-rate ship, new and stanch, and as I had every
reason to believe, well appointed for a successful voyage; and though
I had already found out that the chances were in favor of three years'
absence instead of one (the statements of the polite Mr. Ramsay to the
contrary notwithstanding), even this did not deter me from following
my bent. I should see much of the Pacific side of the world in that
length of time, would so conduct myself as to ensure promotion, and my
calculations as well as my observation at Nantucket, had satisfied me
that the business must prove quite lucrative to captains and officers
who could command high lays. As for my shipmates they were probably an
average of rough men, and I could soon adapt myself to their humors.

I fell asleep, dreamed of piles of gold doubloons, all besmeared with
whale oil, but shining the brighter for it, and was roused at the
first peep of dawn by the stentorian voice of Uncle Brock exhorting
us to "muster up and get the lighter alongside." Old Jeff brought his
immense flat feet from his bunk to the deck with a bound, calling to us
youngsters to "show a leg!" and also administering a smart kick to his
ebony friend the cook, by way of a gentle hint to "bear a hand and get
the grub under way." Burley, to support consistently his character as
an old man-of-wars man, asserted his "rights" by standing three or four
calls.

The first sound that greeted my ears, as I emerged from the scuttle,
was an invocation from the leathern lungs of the skipper of the
lighter. "Arethusa aho-o-oy! Rouse and bitt, you youngsters! I know
you've got strong constitutions. You can stand more sleep than a polar
bear in winter time! Get your lines ready. I'm coming alongsi-i-de!"
and the gruff response of old Captain Brock mounted on the rail. "What
the devil ails you, Uncle Dan? You've turned out wrong end foremost!
That polar bear of yours has got a sore head by the way he growls!
_You_ talk about sleeping! Why, anybody knows that you can sleep
twenty-two hours out of twenty-four, and then d--n the dogwatch."

But the war of words between these old salts was quite as harmless
as that of the two black shipmates; and the sloop being soon lashed
alongside, the noisy old skipper came on board the ship to breakfast.
The hands were then turned to again, and the work of taking in stores
and provisions, and filling salt-water ballast in the ground tier went
briskly on. I was selected, with one other green hand, to work in the
hold under the direction of another old whaleman, who filled the second
mate's place _pro tempore_, and the boatsteerers, two of whom were
promising young men, natives of the island, and the third, or captain's
boatsteerer, was a mulatto, who was ex-officio, third mate, and had the
handle to his name, being addressed as Mr. Johnson. These worthies all
messed in the cabin, as well as the cooper, who had not yet come on
board. There were no bunks in the steerage; the Arethusa being, in this
respect, an exception to the generality of ships at that time. But it
was a favorite expression with Captain Upton, "that he had but two ends
to his ship, and wanted every man to keep in his own end." I succeeded
so well in satisfying the petty officers, that, before we had finished
loading the ship, they were all agreed that it was expedient to retain
me as one of the regular "hold gang," provided no objection should be
raised by those higher in authority.

The quantity of stores put on board a whaleship, for a long voyage,
would astonish any one not acquainted with the business. A ship is
literally crammed full when she sails, and one is tempted to ask,
"Where is the oil to be put when we get it?" Every cranny and crevice
is filled with wood or lumber of some sort, and to add to the puzzle,
the ship carries from a thousand to fifteen hundred barrels or casks in
the form of shooks, or packed bundles of staves, which, in the event
of a successful voyage, are all, of course, to be set up, filled with
oil and stowed away. But, as the gradual consumption of provisions and
stores keeps pace with the gradual accumulation of oil, and as some
space is gained in restowing, each time, it is managed, _somehow_, and
a whaleship is always full, or nearly so, all the voyage. Still it
seems, in some sort, a mystery, even to old whalemen themselves.

In about ten days the stowage was completed, the topgallant-masts and
yards sent aloft, in which process we boys found opportunity to display
our agility in fetching and carrying, as well as to acquire some
knowledge of seamanship, and to unravel other puzzling questions as to
"how those long poles were to be put up so high?" and "what kept them
there when up?", the spare sails, boats, etc., received on board, and
the ship reported ready for a start. Mr. Richards, the out-door agent
of Messrs. Brooks & Co., had never relaxed his fatherly vigilance,
visiting his protégés every day, praising and encouraging us, and
prophesying a short voyage and "greasy luck" to the Arethusa.

The day of departure arrived, with a fair wind and plenty of it; the
last boats came alongside at three o'clock in the morning, bringing the
captain and officers, with their luggage, and the agent of the ship,
with several other friends, who had come to "see us off" and return
in the pilot-boat; and who, of course, burst into enthusiastic praises
of the new ship, and the arrangement of all on board, protesting that
it _almost_ made them wish they were going themselves. The windlass
was soon after manned; the topsails loosed (not exactly in man-of-war
style, with a simultaneous fall), green hands were hurried here and
there, ropes pointed out to them and put into their hands; the anchors
slowly but steadily rose to the bows; and, by sunrise, the gallant
Arethusa, feeling the impulse of the fresh breeze, was fairly underway,
and her course shaped to clear Great Point.

I had anticipated another course of martyrdom from sea-sickness; but
I soon found that the gallant Lydia Ann had broken me in completely,
and I was destined to suffer no more from that intolerable malady. It
was a great relief to feel that my stomach had gained the victory in
the conflict with old Neptune's medicine chest. There was something
exhilarating in the sensation of feeling the lively ship springing
under my feet, and driving onward under the impulse of her distended
wings; in looking back at the low, receding island, the cradle whence
had issued so many stout hearts and strong arms to vex every sea with
their fisheries, and feeling that I, too, was now embarking in this
adventurous and romantic business; and in observing how Captain Upton,
with his mate and the owner, grouped together on the quarterdeck,
watched the behavior and movements of the new vessel, from time to
time commenting, as they found occasion for so doing, and comparing
her qualities and merits with those of other time-worn and well-tried
ships. I myself began to feel a little of that pride in my floating
home springing up within me, which every seaman feels for his vessel.
Then, as I looked again astern, at the dim outline of Nantucket, fast
sinking towards the horizon, my thoughts reverted to my pleasant
country home, to my parents and my much loved sister left there, and a
prayer went up--yes, a prayer; a silent one, but none the less sincere.
A glance of the captain's eye aloft; a word, "Port!" to Old Jeff at the
wheel; another word in an under tone to the mate; and then the loud
order, "Square in the yards!" chased away these gentle thoughts, and
recalled my mind to the voyage before me.

As we had rounded Great Point, the ship was kept away with the wind
nearly aft, and standing more stiffly up to her work, went booming
off at a rate which promised to leave home far out of sight before
nightfall. Old Jeff, when relieved by Manoel, came forward in
ecstacies. He had quite forgotten his growling propensity, in the
excitement of the moment, and vowed she was the most perfect beauty
that ever swam under his flat feet; that she steered like a pilot-boat;
and, as for sailing! why she'd go round and round the old Colossus (his
last ship), and not half try herself.

"Now," said the negro, "I only want to see her work on a wind, and go
in stays once or twice. But _I_ know--confound it--_I_ know she'll tack
in a pint of water. _I_ can tell by the way she feels under me. If we
don't get a load of oil this time, it wont be the ship's fault. Hurrah!
twenty-five months--twenty-five hundred barrels! that's all we want to
give her a bellyful! that's all! twenty-five;"--and went off into a
shuffle step of cadence.



CHAPTER IV.

FAIRLY AT SEA.--THE FIRST LOOKOUT.--INTRODUCTIONS.


By noon the ship had run the land nearly down to the horizon line,
and having sufficient offing, with the open sea before her, and all
being well satisfied with her performance, she was brought to the wind
with the maintopsail thrown aback for the pilot-boat; and after the
most affectionate leave-takings and handshakings, the owner and the
rest of our shore friends left us; many of them with, literally, very
_turbulent_ feelings. Mr. Richards was not so indisposed but that he
was able to take the hand of each of his young friends in turn, and bid
us godspeed, at the same time leaving in our hands copies of our outfit
bills (receipted in full by order on the owners), as a parting token
of his esteem. Three cheers were given as they shoved off from the
ship--or rather attempted, with but indifferent success, and somewhat
more feeble returned by the stay-at-homes; and in a few minutes we
again filled away on our course to the eastward. The anchors were
stowed and well secured, the chain cables run down into the lockers,
and the breeze freshening in the afternoon, the ship was brought down
to double-reefed topsails; an operation requiring considerable time for
its performance, with new sails and running gear, and a green crew; and
one adapted to develop not only our agility, but the power of grip in
our hands; while the rigging was embraced so affectionately that I had
no reason to wonder at the complaint of the second mate that we had
robbed all the tar from it, and transferred it to our clothes. Jeff
had his fill of growling at the "children," as if they were to blame
that they had not been born able seamen, or trained as "reefers" in
the district school; while Manoel was kind enough to undo all my part
of the work and do it over again, instructing me at the same time how
_not_ to tie a "gr-r-r-annee-knot," enunciating the r with a noise like
that made in tearing a strong rag.

At sundown, all hands were called aft, and requested to "spread"
ourselves in full view of the officers, and the process of choosing
watches was gone through with, the mate and second mate selecting a man
alternately, till all were disposed of except the "idlers," such as the
cook, steward, cooper, etc. As we were chosen, we were formed in two
divisions, one each side of the deck, according as we were billeted
in the starboard or larboard watch. Next came the choice of oarsmen
for the respective boats, a still more important matter in a whaler;
and here there was much competition among the officers, and evidently
some anxiety, with a little ill-concealed jealousy of feeling. I found
myself a member of the larboard watch, and also assigned to the bow
oar of the larboard, or chief mate's boat.

When we all understood our places, Captain Upton introduced his
officers in form, as Mr. Grafton, his mate, Mr. Dunham his second mate,
and Johnson, his third mate.

"These are my officers," said he, "and I look for you all to respect
and obey them as you do myself; and remember that when either of them
is on deck in charge of the ship, he represents _me_, and his orders
are _mine_."

He told us he should allow no fighting among ourselves, he wanted to
see no _sogering_, and, above all, to hear no "back answers." He wound
up with a peroration after the most approved and stereotyped form,
which has been handed down from ancient sea-captains; indeed, it is
supposed to date back to the patriarchal system of government, and to
have originated with Noah when he first closed the doors of the ark:

"All you've got to do is, go when you are sent, and come when you are
called; and if you don't have enough to eat, come aft and let me know.
Set the watch, Mr. Grafton."

The starboard watch had eight hours on deck, following the established
seaman's rule that the captain must take the ship out, and the mate
take her home. When our watch was summoned at eleven o'clock, the ship
was still under double reefs, but the wind had hauled round to the
northward-and-east-ward, causing an ugly cross sea, and she was braced
sharp on the port tack, and plunging into it smartly. The weather was
quite chilly, and as our end of the deck was "all afloat," we naturally
made our way aft to explore for drier quarters. Mr. Grafton was on hand
to meet and count us at the mainmast. Being satisfied the quota was
full:

"Now, boys," said he, "you will remember this. In your watch on deck,
you are expected to stay on deck; and so that you are all ready for
a call when I want you, you may pass the time about as you please,
and make yourselves as comfortable as you can--except one man at the
wheel and one looking out ahead. I shall want one of you always on the
lookout at night, and you must arrange the tricks among yourselves so
that I may always find one there. I want him mounted up somewhere where
he can see all around on both bows, and where I can see him if I come
forward. If I find him asleep, I'll--never mind--I'll fix him so that
he will keep his eyes open next time. Now go forward, one of you; and
mind, all the rest of you keep above deck. You understand the wheel and
lookout are to be relieved every two hours, and whoever has the next
trick, I expect him to be travelling along at once when the bell rings;
if he don't--he'll hear from me."

I volunteered to take the first lookout, and my offer was accepted with
enthusiasm. I struggled forward, clutching at the weather-rail, and
finding some difficulty in keeping my equilibrium on the wet, slippery
deck, as the buoyant ship rose and fell, rolling at times heavily, and
righting with a sudden recoil. I looked at the station between the
knight-heads; but just at that moment she made a heavy pitch forward,
and meeting a head sea in full career, sent it flying high over the
bows, and rushing down the heel of the bowsprit, inboard; giving ocular
evidence that I should be more than half drowned as the reward of my
temerity, if I ventured up there. The foretopsail sheet bitts presented
the next eligible place, and here I "mounted guard." Planting myself
in a Colossus-of-Rhodes attitude, with my back against the foremast,
and one arm round each chain sheet for a firm hold, I stared intently
into the black void ahead of the ship, regardless of the drenching
sprays which every now and then flew over the weather bow upon my head,
rattling down my sou'wester, and penetrating my new monkey jacket,
which, so far from being water-proof, might have been aptly classified
with Mr. Weller's hat, as "wentilatin' gossamer." I was the possessor
of an oil-cloth suit, but it was below in the forecastle; and so
profoundly was I impressed with a sense of the responsibility resting
upon me, that I would not for an instant have stirred from my post
until relieved, for anything short of an earthquake; a contingency not
likely to occur so far out in the Atlantic Ocean, in this latitude. No
one came near me during the two hours, but I had been reconnoitred from
time to time by Mr. Johnson, who was skilled in working traverses round
the tryworks, and saw a great deal without being seen himself. At one
o'clock the relief bell struck, and soon after a voice issued from the
darkness:

"Hallo! Black_smith_, where you?"

"Here!" I answered, turning half round.

"Come down! I 'lieve you!" hailed Antone, from the fore-hatches.

"Leave me? what for? I've been left here two hours now."

"No, I _'lieve_ you! I take you place!" shouted the Portuguese. "You
_wet_, no?"

Just at the moment a gush of water came flying in over the galley, and
I jumped down on deck, gasping for breath, and streaming from every
thread. The Portuguese roared with laughter.

"What for you stop up dere? You no _sabe_ stand lookout. By'mby you
see me no all e' same," continued Antone, who was favoring himself
under the lee of the foremast, and all ready for a rapid retreat, if
necessary.

But this was my _first_ lookout. I proved myself, in time, an apt
scholar, and learned to "favor myself" in many particulars; and while
I obeyed orders, and gave satisfaction to my superiors, to leave
responsibility, like a true Jack, to those who were better paid for it,
and to cultivate close acquaintances with the softest planks about the
decks on all convenient occasions.

Those who predicted a good voyage for the Arethusa did not, in this
instance, as in many others, do so without reason; and they did no more
than justice to Captain Upton and his officers when they pronounced
her well appointed. The captain himself was a man of great energy and
undaunted courage, still in the prime of life, who always headed his
own boat, and took the initiative himself in whaling. He was rather
taciturn, saying little more than was really necessary on any occasion,
but possessed great firmness and an iron will. There was nothing of
the Tartar about him, and very little to justify Old Jeff's bugbear
statement as to his being "a hard one." He had his peculiarities,
however, not to say failings. No man could study more closely the
interest of his owners; and as he was now identified with them, being
a part owner himself in the new ship, we felt the effects of it in the
commissariat department. Moreover, he was very proud of his vessel;
so much so as to be old-maidish in regard to the neatness of her
appearance, and devoted more time and labor to this end than was at all
agreeable either to his crew or officers. On the whole, however, he was
justly regarded as a most efficient man for his station, and ranked A.
1. on the list of crack whaling captains.

His chief-executive and prime minister, Mr. Grafton, was a tall,
massive-looking man, of fine personal appearance, something older than
his superior. He had made three voyages in the same capacity, being
one of those choice mates, who, by some chance, never get command of
a ship, perhaps in virtue of a saying much in vogue among shipowners,
and in many instances acted upon, "that it is a pity to spoil a good
mate by making him master." A man of rather thoughtful cast of mind, of
much intelligence, and possessed of an extensive stock of information
upon many subjects, with a habit of generalizing and a clearness,
of expression which rendered him an agreeable companion to all with
whom he came in contact. Though a good whaleman, Grafton was not what
is known to the _connoisseur_ as a "fishy man;" he had no lungs to
blow his own trumpet, and sometimes distrusted his own powers, though
generally found equal to any emergency after it arose. This want of
confidence sometimes led him to hesitate, where a more impulsive or
less thoughtful man would act at once. In the course of his career he
had seen many "fishy" young men lifted over his head; but as he was
very highly esteemed in his station, and received nearly a captain's
pay, he was well contented as he was. He was devotedly attached to his
family at home, personated the gentleman in all he said and did, and
well sustained the character.

Dunham, the second officer, was a smart young fellow of two-and-twenty,
active, strong, and "fishy to the backbone." His chief fault, as an
officer, lay in his being an inveterate sleeper; he could never, upon
any consideration, keep awake a whole four-hour watch.

The mulatto Johnson had steered a boat with Captain Upton before in
the Colossus, and was well known in Nantucket as "a long-dart man."
He was somewhat of the Shanghai build--tall and long-shanked, with
great strength of limb, and could plug a whale better if four fathoms
distant than he could "wood and blackskin." He had an eye like a hawk,
and could see a spout as far with his natural optics as most men could
through a telescope. He was ignorant of everything out of his own
immediate line, and sometimes rather overbearing. He was not disliked,
in the main, by the crew, if we except Jeff and the cook, who being
old shipmates of his, and themselves of the _pure blood_, were averse
to tolerating anything of a mongrel description, or "milk-and-molasses
color," as they termed it. "No compromise" was their platform, on this
particular issue.

The cooper of the Arethusa was an important personage, as, indeed,
the cooper always is in a whaler. The duties of this functionary are
of a peculiar character, and about as independent of all the rest as
those of a surgeon in a man-of-war. He is neither officer nor man,
strictly speaking, his lay or pay being nearly equal to that of a
second mate. He lives aft with the officers, but makes himself at home
in all parts of the ship, occupying a sort of neutral ground--a kind
of connecting link between republicanism and oligarchy, neither too
high nor too low to consort or joke with anybody and everybody. As a
general rule, he stands no watch, but does his day's work and sleeps
all night, and in many ways evinces consciousness of his own value,
and of the indispensable character of his services. For a whaler may,
and, in fact, often does, go to sea without a blacksmith or without
a carpenter; but the cooper is an essential part of her equipage. An
officer or a boatsteerer may, in case of emergency, be created at sea,
by promotion; but the cooper is not so easily replaced.

The cooper in question was a stout, grave-looking man of forty or
thereabouts, with a shaggy mass of grey hair, and a patriarchally long
beard. His mechanical work was of excellent quality, what little he
accomplished; for he always worked on the principle of the tortoise in
the race--"slow and sure." He scraped indifferently well on the violin,
but delighted especially in drawing a longer bow. In virtue of this
latter accomplishment, he might have claimed near relationship with
a certain gentleman known in classic lore as Thomas Pepper, without
having his title questioned for a moment. He always told his yarns as
gospel truth, and would back them with any oath, if required.

The two young boatsteerers, Bunker and Fisher, with the Portuguese
steward, completed the "afterguard." In the forecastle there was,
in addition to the personages already mentioned, the usual variety
of character and disposition to be found among a dozen young men,
recruited at random in this manner. Now that we were getting initiated
to a sea life, we were beginning to have opinions, and to express them,
no longer leaving the whole field to Jeff and the sea-lawyer. As for
the Nantucket boys, Kelly and Hoeg (or Obed B., as I still persisted in
calling him), they made rapid progress in knowledge and confidence. As
I have before intimated, these young "natives to the manor born" seemed
to look upon this life with the eye of fatalists. It was foreordained
that they should be sailors, and nothing in their new way of life
seemed to surprise or disturb them for a moment. Everything took place
as a matter of course with them. They never seemed to think they could,
by any possibility, have followed any other business for a livelihood;
and each new event or circumstance of the voyage was merely another
link in the chain of their inevitable destiny. They were born to go
whaling and a station on the quarterdeck was the goal of their ambition.

They had not been more than a week at sea before they had taken some
of the starch out of the sea-lawyer, who had attempted to assert his
"rights" by hazing them about, and calling upon them to perform various
menial services for him, which he said it was a "boy's place to do."

One morning he ordered Kelly, in a very arbitrary way, to go on deck
and bring him down some water, which Kelly flatly refused to do.
The sea-lawyer declared he would "make him do it;" and upon Kelly's
expressing a doubt as to his ability to perform that feat, he proceeded
to enforce his command, _vi et armis_. But he was met by the boy with
a spirit that he had not looked for, and before he could get a good
hold upon the youngster, so as to chastise him, as he expected easily
to do, he was attacked in the rear by Obed B., who arrived on the field
just in time to reinforce his chum and schoolmate. This gave Kelly a
chance to rally and assume the offensive; and Burley, who was a most
arrant coward, finding himself roughly handled between the two, was
fain to call for an armistice. A parley ensued, and the boys gave him
to understand that they did not come to sea to be boys, but to make
themselves men, and that they would not submit to be bullied by him.
And the upshot of the matter was, that the champion of "rights" made
rather an ignominious retreat from the field, as compared with the
vigor of his first attack. All this was nuts, of course, to the rest
of us youngsters, who desired nothing more earnestly than to see the
bully humbled a little; while the emotion of Manoel was too powerful to
find utterance--in intelligible English. He patted the two boys on the
shoulder, in the exuberance of his spirits, while his tongue rattled
until I thought all his teeth were loose in the jaws; but to save my
life, I could not have told what he was trying to say.

There was plenty of work for all hands on the passage out, as every one
will understand who has ever performed a voyage in a new ship. We found
our duties very fatiguing, as we were kept at work all day, and had a
watch to stand at night. There was all the new rigging to be stretched
and set up over and again, in addition to the thousand and one other
matters to be attended to, to put everything in trim for whaling
against the opening of the campaign. The old salts growled night and
day in the forecastle about having no "watch below;" but as we verdant
ones had but a vague idea of what they meant by it, we had but little
to say about this grievance.



CHAPTER V.

THE WESTERN ISLANDS.--"YARNS" AND ANECDOTES.


On the eighteenth day out from Nantucket, the high peak of Pico was
visible from the masthead, and having a fair breeze, we were lying off
and on at the port of Fayal the same afternoon. The captain, with the
starboard boat's crew, went ashore, and the ship made short boards
to await his return, the Pandora and two whaleships from New Bedford
in company. Two more ships were at anchor having taken some oil on
the outward passage and put in to land it to be shipped home. Several
Portuguese boats came alongside, of the most clumsy and primitive
construction imaginable, characteristic of a people who are a couple
of centuries behind the times. The boatmen appeared to be, "like
Captain Copperthorne's crew, all officers," and jabbered and shouted
all at once, in most admirable discord, and at such a furious rate that
I found myself wondering whether they really could understand each
other or not, and certainly never contemplated the possibility of any
American having the remotest idea what they were talking about. But I
found that Mr. Grafton could converse with them quite fluently whenever
he could make himself heard in the din and confusion. These boats
brought a few inferior oranges, sour enough to make a pig squeal (if
he would touch them at all, which of course he wouldn't, if a sensible
pig), with some miniature cheeses, which, with a little more drying,
might have been made available as sheaves for small blocks without much
alteration in size, form or consistency of material. These they either
sold for money or bartered for various articles of ship's provisions,
and were perfect Jews at a bargain.

Just before sundown a large launch, deeply loaded, was seen coming
out, with a rag hoisted on a pole as a signal. This launch was of even
more primitive appearance than the smaller ones. She might have been
the longboat of one of Vasco de Gama's fleet, of four centuries ago;
at any rate, if his ship had any longboats, they were exactly of this
model. We stood well in to meet her, and wearing off shore with the
maintopsail aback, took her alongside. Her cargo of potatoes, onions
and live stock was to be taken on board and stowed away, and, as the
captain arrived soon afterwards, with his boat laden to the gunwale
streak with vegetables, it was quite dark before she was again in her
place on the cranes, and sail made on the ship.

Among the live stock brought on board was a handsome little boy, who
was to help the steward in the cabin, much to the enhancement of that
functionary's importance, as he could now attend to many calls by
deputy which before he was compelled to answer in person; and would
also have some one to lay all little mishaps to, such as dishes broken
and lamps untrimmed.

The Pandora braced full about the same time as the Arethusa, but it
was soon apparent that she could not compete in sailing qualities with
the new ship, and she gradually dropped astern. The breeze was light
from the north-west, with fine weather, and we now had leisure to get
supper, and to listen, to the yarns of those who had been ashore.

Manoel and Antone had seen their relatives and friends--meeting them
after years of absence, to part again in an hour or two--and had found
time to visit the priest and get full absolution, balancing the account
up to date, and opening a new page, ready to run up another score.
Farrell, a young Irishman who pulled the captain's bow oar, had become
considerably elevated by imbibing too much sour wine and aguardiente,
and was full of stories of his own prowess in knocking over a
"Portinghee" who had dared to remonstrate against his kissing a pretty,
black-eyed girl, his sister, he supposed; for, like a true Milesian, he
had been the hero of a drinking bout, a love intrigue and a knockdown
row, all within half an hour after he landed.

"I jist took him a nate clip betwane the eyes," said Farrell, "and laid
him out foreninst the door of his shanty. Thin you see, five or six
murtherin' Portinguese pitched intil me, and was afther carryin' me
off, body and sowl, to the lock-up; but the ould man interfared, and
settled it somehow. Afther he'd paid me fine, he tould me I'd betther
go down to the boat, and not lave her again. So I went and got int'l
her and shoved her off the length of her _tather_, and there was a
crowd of the nagurs jabberin' and squintin' at me wid their corkindile
eyes; but I knowed I was in sanctyeary thin. I'd half a bottle of that
blackguard potteen what they call _dent_, so I jist sot and looked at
'em back again, and dhrank their healths. I suppose the ould man'll be
chargin' me the fine on the ship's books."

"Yes, you can bet high on that," said Jeff, "and the interest, too."

"Yes," said the sea-lawyer, "but you needn't be fool enough to pay it.
If every man stood up for his rights, they wouldn't gouge him in that
style. A man can't go ashore and drink a drop, and have a bit of a
time--and that's what he goes ashore for, of course--but he must have
a long bill of calaboose fees tacked to his account; and that d--d
twenty-five per cent added on. If they charge it to _me_, they'll never
get it, that's all. I know what they've got a right to do."

"I don't know nothin' about the rights," said Jeff, "but I know the old
man will charge it to you, and make you pay it, too."

"Well, you'll see," said Burley. "I'll have my rights."

"What are you blowing about your rights?" put in the cooper, who had
just come forward with his pipe freshly loaded, an indication that
some ridiculous lie was also charged and ready to be fired with the
tobacco. "You've got no rights. The rights are all in one end of the
ship, and the wrongs in the other. Why, when I was out in the old
Deucalion," pausing to clear his pipe, and thereby fixing the attention
of all his auditors, "we had a black fellow called Sam. He had a head
harder than Rock Redonda. We used to put pieces of tobacco on top of
the windlass-bitts, and then let him butt the bitts till he brought
the tobacco down and put it in his pocket. He would let a man split a
serving mallet on his head any time, for a drink of grog. But most of
the serving mallets were soft wood or ash, made out of old oar looms,
so they'd split quite easily. Well, I come it over him once. I was to
give him a whole bottle of liquor to stand up under any _wooden_ mallet
that I chose to use. I had a _white oak_ one down in my chest, and I
brought it up and struck him about ten blows as tight as I could spring
before I shivered it. The darkey stood his ground like a rock, and won
the bottle of liquor, and drank it, too. His skull wasn't hurt a bit,
but his eyes were knocked all asquint, and he never got 'em straight
afterwards!"

"Here, Cooper, take my hat. It's the only one I've got, but you've
earned it," said Jeff.

"No, no," said the indignant disciple of Pepper. "I don't want your
old jug. Maybe you think I'm romancing, but I'm just telling you the
plain truth. But you've put me out, and I haven't finished my story.
The point I was going to illustrate was, that the rights were all in
one end of the ship, and the wrongs in the other. Well, on the passage
home, one day we were reefing the maintopsail, and this black Sam fell
on the yard, and went smack through the bottom of the waist boat, head
first, overboard. We lowered a boat and managed to save him. _He_
wasn't much hurt, but the _boat_ was ruined. She was a boat that we
had bought out of an English colonial whaler, and was built of that
sweet-scented yellow wood that grows in Van Diemen's land. You've seen
it, Jeff, and you know just how brittle it is. Well, when Sam's head
struck in the bottom of the boat, the splits flew in all directions,
just like throwing a stone in the middle of a pane of glass. So the
boat was past all repairing. Well, when we got home, would you believe
it? Old Captain Harper had charged Sam sixty dollars, the whole value
of a new boat, and Sam had to pay it out of his voyage! He made
inquiries, and found it would be cheaper to pay the bill than to stand
a lawsuit about it."

"O, I've heard that story, or something like it, in Nantucket," said
the boy Kelly.

"Yes, so have I," said Obed B.

"But you boys never believed it was true, did you?" asked the cooper.

"No, of course not," protested both the boys at once.

"You may do so hereafter," said the cooper, gravely. "You may say that
you had it from an eye-witness." And having finished his yarns for the
night, he went puffing away aft, leaving all hands staring at each
other in blank astonishment.

"That be hanged for a yarn," growled Burley, after he was gone. "Even
if it had been true, the man needn't have paid a cent, if he had stood
up for his rights."

"Well, dere, it aint no use to talk any after dat story," said the
cook, with a meditative shake of the head, "We's heard enough. I guess
Cooper can take de belt."

It was my trick at the wheel from nine to eleven, and when I went aft,
I found the captain still on deck, leaning over the companionway on
our side, with "Father Grafton," as we had fallen into the habit of
calling him, on the other; and I am afraid I did not steer the ship
so accurately as I might have done under other circumstances. Their
conversation, however, served to distract their attention from my
shortcomings, as well as to distract mine from the proper management of
the helm.

"I was thinking," said the mate, reflectively, as he looked at the
high peak looming astern, "one can hardly believe that the Portuguese
were once a great maritime nation, taking the lead in navigation and
discovery. I was thinking, too, that it must have required some pluck
and nerve to make the voyages that they used to make, with no more
tools than they had to work with. Just imagine, now, we are steering
south-west from these islands, with no chart of the sea ahead of us,
and no nautical instrument better than a rude cross-staff to get a
latitude with, in a vessel not as big as one of our sloop-rigged
coasters, and not decked over at that. And the island astern of us is,
so far as we know, the very _Ultima Thule_ of western discovery."

"It is just like you, Mr. Grafton, to be thinking of those things,"
returned the captain. "Yes, it's true, as you say, there must have been
anxious hearts and vigilant eyes on board of those little caravels.
And yet there was a romantic excitement about those voyages, too, that
I think would have been fascinating to me, if I had lived in that
age. I have often thought I should have enjoyed a voyage like that of
Columbus, or perhaps better, with the ships and facilities of a later
period, say those of Anson or Cook. But we were born too late for that,
Mr. Grafton; the work is nearly all done for us."

"Yes, sir," replied the mate, "and we are obliged to complain, like
Alexander of Macedon, that there are no more worlds to discover. I
cannot help wishing, every voyage that I visit these Azores, that
they belonged to some more liberal and progressive people than the
Portuguese. With their position and climate, they might be a station of
some importance, if in different hands."

"Yes, I have often thought the same thing; for, however enterprising
the Portuguese might have been in the days of De Gama and Columbus,
it must be admitted they have made no progress since, but rather gone
astern. Well, we have had a fine day for our work, Mr. Grafton, and we
have got recruits enough to carry us round Cape Horn, I think, without
fear of the scurvy. I am rather disappointed in one respect," continued
Captain Upton. "I had hoped to have taken some oil on the passage, to
send home from here. I have been lucky enough, every voyage before
this, to get a whale or two near these islands."

"The Pandora has got nothing yet," said Father Grafton, "by the looks
of the paint in her waist."

"No," replied the captain, "but she has seen whales twice on the
passage, and has been fast, and had a boat stove. I saw Captain Worth
ashore."

"I have a presentiment," said the mate, "that we shall get a whale yet
before we get far from the islands. We shall hardly run Pico out of
sight between now and morning, with this little breeze, and we have a
promise of a fine whaling day to-morrow."

"The voyage that I was mate of the Colossus," said the captain, "we
took two large whales at one fare--more to the westward. We had Flores
and Corvo both in sight when we were cutting them. It came on very
rugged weather, and we had a hard time saving them. We muckled them
after a fashion, but I suppose we lost thirty or forty barrels of oil
on the two, and the deficiency, of course, was mostly on the head
matter. I know that the oil we shipped home did not bring full price,
because there was not the full proportion of head. Ever since that, I
always meant to _make_ the full proportion, anyhow," said the captain,
with a sly laugh.

"Yes, sir," said Father Grafton. "I don't blame you for that, but
it wont do to smuggle too much. Now, when I was on my first voyage,
with Hosea Coffin, he used to pile it on rather too steep. He wasn't
satisfied with one third head: he was famous for working in the core
of the hump, and other fat parts with it; and if we came out with an
ullage cask of head on the stowdown, he'd be sure to fill it up with
body oil, and scratch a big H. on it. So that we had a large quantity
of head oil, but the quality wasn't well up to the standard. Well,
when he was going out in the same ship next voyage, 'Cousin Ephraim,'
the old Quaker owner, said to him:

"'Hosea, there's one thing I'd advise thee not to do, this voyage.'

"'What's that?' asked Captain Coffin.

"'I think,' said Cousin Ephraim, in his sly, chuckling way, 'thee'd
better not cut off thy whale's heads abaft the hump!'"

They both laughed so heartily at this story that I had a quiet laugh,
too, in sympathy with them, though I did not then appreciate the point
of it as well as I afterwards did.

"There's a deal of sly fun in some of those old Quakers," said Captain
Upton. "I recollect when I went down to ship in the Poor Richard, as
boatsteerer, 'Uncle Peleg' offered me the eightieth lay, but I struck
for the seventieth. I knew I could get it in another ship, though
I rather preferred to go in this one for the same lay. So I was as
independent as a woodsawyer's clerk, and wouldn't budge tack nor sheet.
After chaffering for some time, Uncle Peleg began to scratch the sand
with his ivory-headed cane, in a meditative way. Said he:

"'James I want thee to go in the ship, and I will give thee--'

Here he marked a 7 in the sand, and then slowly carried his cane round
in a circle, and resting the point of it, looked in my face.

"'Yes,' said I, 'I'll go for that.'

"But as I spoke, with a slight movement of the wrist he finished the
last figure, by swinging a tangent to the circle. As I looked down
again, it read 79.

"'No,' said I, indignantly, 'I'll see you hanged first!'

"'James, James,' said Uncle Peleg, 'don't lose thy temper. Thee shall
go in the Poor Richard, and,'--nudging me in the ribs,'we'll have no
_tail_ to the matter at all.'

"'All right,' I answered. He rubbed it out again with his foot.

"'Now,' said he, 'come right up to the store and put thy name down.
Thee must go in the ship; but really, James, I didn't think thee would
ask me such a lay as that. Thee needn't tell the other boatsteerers
what thee gets.'"

Father Grafton shook his sides with merriment at this anecdote, and the
captain now rose to go below.

"Well, Blacksmith," said he, "you are making rather a crooked wake. If
you don't keep her straighter, the Pandora will overhaul us. Well, what
do you think of these Portuguese?"

"I didn't go ashore, sir," answered I. "I only saw the boatmen that
came off, and I thought they had all broken out of a lunatic asylum."

"I don't wonder at that," he said. "They were all talkers and no
listeners. But did you notice any of them with a finger cut off?"

"Yes, sir, I saw two, and I thought it a little remarkable; and now I
remember, our Antone has lost his, too."

"Yes," said he, "about every third man has his forefinger amputated.
That's to escape military service, by disabling themselves from pulling
a trigger. You see there's a certain proportion of them conscripted
every year, and sent off to Portugal to serve in the army."

"Do you mean, sir," I asked, "that they cut the forefinger off, or have
it cut off, designedly?"

"Certainly," said the captain. "I suppose the treatment is not very
good in their army, and there is not much to excite patriotic feeling,
as they seldom do any fighting except among themselves; so these young
'Guese will make a sacrifice of a finger to escape service. But I
wonder that they are allowed to escape in that way. In the English or
French service, they would be held; and if they couldn't fire a musket,
they would have to serve as pioneers or something else. That is, if it
was known that they maimed themselves intentionally. But it is time
to go below," said he abruptly. "I have strong hopes of seeing whales
to-morrow, and I will give five dollars to the man that 'raises' a
large whale; that is, if we get him."

"But how large a one?" I asked.

"Say over fifty barrels. I will give five dollars bounty for fifty
barrels of oil. Pass the word among all hands, when the watch is
called. Good-night, Mr. Grafton. Let her go south-by-west through the
night."

"South-by-west, sir," answered Father Grafton. "Good-night."



CHAPTER VI.

THE FIRST WHALE.


The next morning, having the first masthead, I was in the
fore-topgallant crosstrees at sunrise, thinking, of course, of the
five dollars' bounty all the way up the rigging. The dim outline of
the peak was still visible, and the topsails of the Pandora just in
sight astern, the wind still continuing moderate at W. N. W. both ships
steering S. by W. As I looked astern, when I first got my footing
aloft, I caught sight of something like a small puff of steam or white
smoke, rising a little and blowing off on the water. Looking intently,
at the same spot, after a short interval, another puff rose like the
former, satisfying me, from the descriptions I had heard, that some
sort of whale was there, and I instinctively shouted:

"There she blows!"

"Where away?" hailed Mr. Johnson, who was just climbing the maintopmast
rigging. "O yes! I see him! sperm whale, I believe--hold on a bit till
he blows again--yes--thar' sh' blo-o-ows! large sperm whale! two points
off the larboard! Blo-o-ows! headed to windward!"

"How far off?" shouted Mr. Grafton, from the deck.

"Three miles! 'Ere sh' blo-o-ows!"

By this time the old man was on deck, and ready for action. "Call all
hands out, Mr. Grafton! Hard a starboard, there! Stand by to brace
round the yards. Cook! get your breakfast down as fast as you can. Keep
the run of him, there, aloft! Maintop bowline, boat steerers! Sure
it's a sperm whale, eh, Mr. Johnson? Steward! give me up the glass--I
must make a cleet in the gangway for that glass soon. Muster 'em all
up, Mr. Grafton, and get the lines in as fast as you can (mounting the
shearpole). Sing out when we head right, Mr. Johnson! Mr. Grafton,
you'll have to brace sharp up, I guess (just going over the maintop).
See the Pandora, there? O yes! I see her (half way up the topmast
rigging). Confound him! he's heading just right to see the whale, too!
('There goes flukes!' shouted the mulatto.) Yes! yes! I see him--just
in time to see him (swinging his leg over the topmast crosstrees), a
noble fan, too! a buster! Haul aboard that maintack! We must have that
fellow, Mr. Johnson. Steady-y! Keep her along just full and by. _We
mustn't let the Pandora get him, either!_"

The Arethusa bent gracefully to the breeze, as, braced sharp on the
port tack, she darted through the water, as though instinctively
snuffing her prey. The whale was one of those patriarchal old bulls,
who are often found alone, and would probably stay down more than
an hour before he would be seen again. Meantime, the two ships were
rapidly nearing each other; and the Pandora's lookouts were not long
in discovering that "something was up," as was evinced by her setting
the main royal and foretopmast studdingsail, though they could not
possibly have seen the whale yet. But the whale was apparently working
slowly to windward, and the Pandora coming with a flowing sheet, all
of which was much in her favor. The old man remained aloft, anxiously
waiting the next rising, from time to time hailing the deck to know
"what time it was?" and satisfying himself that the boats were in
readiness, and breakfast served out to those who wanted it. As three
quarters of an hour passed, he grew more anxious and fidgety, shifting
his legs about in the cross trees, and clutching the spyglass in his
nervous grasp.

"Are you all ready, Mr. Grafton?"

"Ay, ay, sir," answered the mate from the maintop, where he had mounted
to get a look at the whale when he should rise again.

"Let them hoist and swing the boats."

"Ay, ay, sir."

"I think I saw a ripple then," said the second mate, from the topsail
yard directly beneath him.

"Where?" demanded the captain.

"Four points off the lee bow."

"O! no, you didn't, he won't come there. He'll rise right ahead
or a little on the weather-bow. I don't think he'll go much to
windward--good gracious! see that Pandora come down! She'll be right in
the suds here, directly! I think we've run far enough, eh, Mr. Grafton?
Haul the mainsail up, then! and square the main yard!"

Silence for a few minutes after this evolution was performed.

"He can't be far off when he comes up again. Look at the men old
Worth has got aloft there, his crosstrees swarming, and every rattlin
manned.--Look sharp! all of ye! We must see that whale when he first
breaks water. That helm eased down? Haul the foresail up? and let the
jib-sheets flow a little more. It can't be possible that whale has
been up--no, we couldn't help seeing him, some of us--I _know_ 'twas a
sperm whale. I saw his fan; besides, there's Mr. Johnson--best eyes in
the ship. What time is it, there? An hour and ten minutes that whale
has been down--a long-winded old dog! We shall have to wear round, I'm
afraid we shall forge. _Blo-o-ows!_ right ahead, not one mile off! Down
there and lower away! Now, Mr. Grafton, work carefully--Mr. Dunham,
too; if you don't strike this rising, spread your chances well, and
don't crowd each other--_but don't you let the Pandora get him!_" The
captain was by this time in the stern of his own boat. "All ready, Mr.
Johnson? Where's Old Jeff at my midship oar? O, here you are, eh? You
aint turned white yet--lower away! Cooper! Where's Cooper? As soon as
we are all clear, wear round--_Let run that davit fall?_--Wear round
and make a short board--haul up your tackle, boy. Keep to windward all
you can, Cooper! Pull a little off the weather-bow, Mr. Grafton, and
then set your sail! Haul in these gripes towing over the quarter--By
thunder, there's Worth's boats all down! coming with fair wind, too!
Out oars, lads."

The Pandora had luffed to and dropped her boats a mile to windward,
and they were coming down before the breeze, wing-and-wing, with their
paddles flashing in the sunlight, and their immense jibs guyed out on
the bow-oar as studdingsails, promising to stand about an equal chance
for the whale with ourselves. The larboard boat to which I belonged
proved the fastest of the three, and had a little the lead. After
pulling a few quiet strokes to windward, Father Grafton set his sails,
and, as he gave the order to "peak the oars and take the paddles,"
seemed as cool and calm as when engaged in the most ordinary duty on
board. There was no confusion or bustle in his boat, but with his
practised eye fixed upon the huge spermaceti, he kept encouraging us in
a low, dry tone, as he conned the steering oar with such skill, that he
seemed to do it without effort.

"Now, lads, you face round to paddle, you can all see him. I declare,
he's a noble fellow--ninety barrels under his hide, if there's a
drop. Bunker, do you see that fellow? he's got a back like a ten-acre
lot--paddle hard, lads--if you miss him, go right overboard yourself,
and don't come up again--long and strong stroke, boys, on your paddles.
See that boat coming? that's Ray, the second mate of the Pandora--three
or four more spouts, and we'll have him--he's ours sure! they can't
get here in time--scratch hard, boys! don't hit your paddles on the
gunwale. Stand up, Bunker, and get your jibtack clear! Don't let them
'gally' you, if they shout in that boat."

"All right!" said his boatsteerer, with his eager hand resting on the
iron pole. "Never fear, sir."

"Paddle hard, lads, a stroke or two. That's right, Bunker. Keep cool,
my boy. Keep cool, and make sure of him."

A wild and prolonged shout rang on the air from six sturdy pairs
of lungs in the Pandora's waist-boat, as Mr. Ray, seeing that he
was baffled, let fly his sheets and rounded to, a ship's length to
windward. It was too late, however.

"All right," said Father Grafton, in the same dry, quiet tone, as
before. "Hold your hand, Bunker. Hold your hand, boy, till you're past
his hump--another shoot, lads--way enough, in paddles. Now, Bunker!
give it to him! Down to your oars the rest. _Give him t'other one,
boy!_ Well done! both irons to the hitches. Hold water, all! Bear a
hand, now, and roll up that sail. Wet line, Tom! wet line! Where's your
bucket? All ready with your sail, Bunker? Let her come then--all right.
Come aft here, now, and let me get a dig at him."

The line was spinning round the loggerhead with a whizzing noise, and
a smoking heat, as the huge leviathan, stung to the quick, darted
down into the depths of the ocean. Bunker threw on the second round
turn to check him, and jamming the bight of the line over the stern
sheets, watched it carefully as it flew through his grasp; while the
mate cleared his lance, and got ready to renew the attack. Every moment
his anxiety increased as he kept turning his head, and looking at the
tub of line, rapidly settling, as the whale ran it out. "I declare,
I believe he'll take all my line. Blacksmith! pass along the drug!
Check him hard, Bunker!" then, seeing the other boats near at hand,
he opened his throat, and, for the first time, we learned the power of
Father Grafton's lungs.

"Spring hard, Mr. Dunham! I want your line! Cast off your craft, and
stand by to throw your line to me! Spring hard! _Do!_"

The ash sticks in the waist-boat were doing their best, as the loud
"Ay, ay!" was borne back o'er the water from Dunham, while the old man
could be seen in the rear of the picture, wildly straining every nerve
to be "in at the death," and heaving desperately at the after oar, with
his hat off, his hair flying loosely in the breeze, and his whole frame
writhing with eager excitement. Our line was going, going; already
there was but one flake in the tub, when the waist-boat ranged up on
our quarter, and Fisher, with the coil gathered in his hand, whirled it
over his head, making ready for a cast. At this instant, the strain was
suddenly relieved, and the line slacked up.

"Never mind!" roared Mr. Grafton. "Hold on Fisher! All right, he's
coming! Never mind your line, Mr. Dunham, he's coming up! pull ahead
and get fast! Get a lance at him if you can! Haul line, _us_! Face
round here, all of ye, and haul line! Careful, Bunker, about coiling
down! He'll be up now, in a minute, haul lively!"

The waist-boat had shot ahead under a fresh impulse of her oars, and
the captain came drawing up abreast of the fast boat.

"Are you well fast, Mr. Grafton?"

"Ay, ay, sir; both irons chock to the socket."

"That's the talk! Got 'most all your line, hasn't he."

"Yes, sir."

"Well, gather in as fast as you can. Spring hard, _us_! Spring! I want
to grease a lance in that fish! There he is up!" he shouted as the
tortured monster broke water, shoving his whole head out in his agony,
and started to windward.

Fisher had bent on his craft again, and was about two ships' lengths
from the whale when he rose.

"Haul quick, my lads!" said the mate, "and get this stray line in!
There's Mr. Dunham going on, and the old man will be with him in a
minute. There he brings to!" as the whale suddenly stopped short in his
mad career, and lay swashing up and down, as if rallying his strength
for a fresh effort.

"There's 'stand up' in the waist-boat! There he darts! Hurrah! two
boats fast! Haul lively, _us_, and get this line in!"

The whale seemed staggered by this accumulation of cold iron in his
system, and lay wallowing in the trough of the waves. It was a critical
moment for him; for Mr. Dunham was getting his lance on the half-cock,
ready for darting, and, as the whale suddenly "milled short round" to
pass across the head of his boat, the young man saw his advantage, and
cried:

"Pull ahead! Pull ahead, and we'll get a 'set' on him! Lay forward,
Fisher! Lay forward hard, my lad! right on for his fin! Pull ahead! So,
way enough--hold water, all;" and, driven by a strong arm, the sharp
lance entered his "life," its bright shank disappearing till the pole
brought it up.

"Hold her so!" said the second mate. "Way enough! just hold her so till
he rises again!" as the whale hollowed his back under the sea, now
crimsoned with his life-tide, and again rising, received the lance anew
in his vitals; but the first "set" was enough, and the gush of clotted
blood from his spiracle told how effectually it had done its work.

"There," said Father Grafton, who had just got his line gathered in,
and was ready to renew the assault, "there's the red flag flying at his
nose! Blacksmith, we may as well put up our lance, we sha'n't want it
to-day. Well done, Mr. Dunham! Thick as tar the first lance! Hold on
line, Bunker! heave on a turn!" as the whale, making a dying effort,
started up to windward, passing among the Pandora's boats within easy
hail.

"Give us your warp, Pitman, if you want a tow," said Bunker in passing
to Mr. Ray's boatsteerer.

"Every dog has his day," growled Pitman, in reply.

"Yes. Come aboard to-morrow and I'll give you a 'scrap' for luck."

The whale went in his "flurry," and turned up under the stern of the
Pandora, as she luffed to for her boats; but Captain Worth could not
afford to lose the breeze long, and, by the time the last boat was on
the cranes, his helm was up and his mizzen-topsail shivering. The old
ship fell off to her former course, and setting her royal and studding
sails, left her more fortunate consort "alone in her glory."

Captain Upton had no occasion to "grease his lance," but seeing that
the work was done, and the victory won, made the best of his way on
board. He made a short stretch, fetching to windward of us, and then
stood along under easy sail, till Mr. Grafton, having "cut a hole" and
got his line all clear for running, set a waif for the ship. She then
ran down for us, and luffing to handsomely with the head yards aback,
and the foretopsail on the cap, the line was "streamed," and led into
the "chock." The jib being run down, and the helm lashed a-lee, so as
completely to deaden the ship's way, the whale was hauled down to the
ship, with the inspiring and time-honored chorus of "Cheerly, men!" the
burden being led off by Old Jeff; and at ten o'clock, the monster, who
when the sun rose appeared like a monarch of the deep sporting in all
the consciousness of sovereign power, lay securely chained up alongside
the good ship Arethusa.

"Well, Bunker," said the old man to the blushing young boatsteerer,
"you plugged this fellow solid, at any rate, if you never do another.
The Pandora's crew tried to gally you, didn't they?"

"Yes, sir," said Bunker, "either me or the whale, I don't know which.
But they were too late with their yells."

"Well, I don't know as I can blame Mr. Ray," said the captain. "I
suppose he thought, if he could gally you of the whale, he would stand
as good a chance as any of us next rising, as there is no telling,
with any certainty, where a gallied[1] whale will come up."

"I don't think Worth feels in very good-humor to-day," continued the
old man, turning to Mr. Grafton. "I'm sure I shouldn't, if he had got
this whale right under my nose. But it's our turn to crow to-day, and
perhaps at another time it may be his. I was mighty afraid at one time
he would take all your line before we could get to you. And when I
saw the strain slack up suddenly, I was more anxious than ever, for I
feared you were loose from him. But it's all right as it is. Couldn't
be better--and the weather is promising for taking care of him. The new
ship will get her christening now, and she will work all the better for
being greased. It is too late to ship the oil home, for I shall not put
back to the Western Islands now."



CHAPTER VII.

"CUTTING IN."


The necessary operations on the new ship's rigging had somewhat
encroached upon the progress of other duties, connected with the
whaling gear, during the few days since we left home. The cutting
pendants were to be got over the masthead, not yet having been sent
aloft; the falls were new and wiry; but few cutting-spades rigged or
ground, and the best part of the afternoon was consumed in getting all
things in readiness for cutting; and, as there was every prospect of
fine weather, it was determined not to hook on until the next morning.
Boat's crew-watches were set, as is common when lying under short
sail, boatsteerers being in charge of the deck by turns, each with his
own boat's crew, thus making three, or in large ships, four watches.
This was a grand occasion for yarning in the first watch, as every one
was up, looking at the leviathan alongside, swashing with every heave
of the sea, and tugging at the stout fluke chain as the rise of the
ship brought a strain upon it; as though still instinct with life and
impatient of his bonds.

"Well, Jeff," said the ebony doctor, as he stood leaning over the rail
after having finished his work for the night, "how much ile you tink
dat whale make?"

"That whale," returned Jeff, measuring his dimensions with his eye,
with a look of most profound sagacity, "that whale will stow down a
hund'ed barrels, if we save him clean."

"Save him clean? Save him fast enough," said the cook. "Fine weather."

"Yes, 'tis now, but you don't know how long it will be so," said Old
Jeff, who was in one of his "blue-lights" humors. "You don't know what
the weather'll be to-morrow."

"Guess it'll be good enough."

"You've got no business to guess. Who shipped any such black ghost as
you to guess about the weather?"

"_Black_ ghost, eh! You know what the pot called the kettle, Jeff? Yah!
yah! You aint more'n a half-price nigger, nohow. You wouldn't fetch
more'n fifty dollars in Kentucky, if you be big. Sh' think you might be
big, too; you eats 'bout six men's allowance. Look o' me, now; I don't
eat nothin' hardly."

"You've no business to eat anything. The cook's always 'lowed to live
on the smell."

"Smell, eh! 'spects dats de reason dey always ships black man for
cook. Carry his own smell wid him eh? Not strong like Samson but like
billy-goat. Now, you see, Jeff, you'm strong bofe ways."

"Am I?" said Jeff, seizing the unfortunate doctor by the leg and the
back of his neck, and holding him suspended over the whale in his
Herculean grasp. "I've a good mind to give you an overboard bunk on
this whale, just to show you the difference between a cook's berth and
a boatsteerer's."

"O Lord!" gasped the cook, when he was released, and once more found
soundings with his feet on the deck, "you'm pretty strong one way,
anyhow. Well, now, Jeff, how much did you ever see a whale make?"

"A hund'ed and eighty barrels."

"What! a sparm whale?"

"Didn't say nothin' bout sparm whale. No, a right whale; the first
voyage I went on Pattygoney."

"O! I mean a sparm whale."

"Well, I seen one make a hund'ed and fifteen barrels, that's the most.
Now, here comes Cooper. Got his pipe loaded, too. I'll bet he's seen
bigger one than that. Ask him now."

The boys began to rally to a focus along the starboard-waist, as they
saw the cooper coming forward.

"Cooper," said I, "where's your fiddle to-night? Are you going to fetch
her up?"

"No, guess not to-night. Plenty of work for all of us to-morrow without
shaking a leg over night."

"Yes, plenty of work and no grog," growled Burley. "That's the worst of
these temperance ships. They expect a man to work like a dog, and give
him nothing to warm his heart. If men stood up for their rights, they'd
have it. A man's entitled to two glasses a day, anyhow."

"Not without he ships for it," said Jeff.

"Yes, I say he is," said the sea-lawyer.

"How's that?"

"Why, by the natural rights of man."

"What the plague do you call the natural rights of man?" said the
cooper, among whose crooked traits intemperance was not included. "I
don't want to see grog served out in any ship where I am."

"Well, I wish the ould man would jist ask me to take a dhrop wid him,"
said Farrell. "Of course, I'd refuse; but, then, 'twould be doin' the
nate thing on his part."

"I've seen so much of the bad effects of liquor," said the cooper,
"that I don't want to be shipmates with it at all. It does a man no
good in the long run. Sometimes, it's true, he can get steam up, and
work faster for a short time, but he feels all the worse after the
liquor dies in him. In such a case as cutting a whale in bad weather,
where you want to gain time, it's convenient to have some; but I think
it does more harm in the long run than will balance these temporary
benefits. The trouble is, human nature is weak, and it isn't every
shipmaster that can have charge of it without crooking his own elbow
too often. Then again, all men can't stand it alike; and though some
of us might bear two glasses well enough, others will get drunk and
make difficulty on the same quantity, for, of course, you must serve
all hands alike. We haven't all got systems like old Captain Harper, in
the Deucalion. He could drink a deck-bucketful of New England rum, and
stand up under it and back it round. I've seen him do it many a time."

"Now, Cooper," said I, "go it now, you've got started."

"Maybe you don't believe it, youngster," said the cooper, shaking
his immense beard with the gravity of a sage. "But you have seen very
little of the world yet. What _I've seen, I know_."

"Sh' think he'd burn hisself all up," said the cook, extending his
mouth in a grin, till the upper part of his head formed a peninsula.

"Had no more effect than pouring it into a leaky cask," continued the
cooper, who had now mounted his hobby. "Perfect salamander! I always
believed he was coppered inside. Why, I've seen that old man make many
a meal off of red peppers, and wash them down with raw brandy."

"Why not say aquafortis?" I suggested.

"No, I don't want to deviate from the truth," said the conscientious
cooper. "I don't mean aquafortis, but I mean good Cognac brandy. Drink
a potful of boiling tea right out of the cook's copper, just as natural
as I'd take a drink of water from the scuttlebutt."

"Dere, Cooper, dat'll do," said the astonished African. "He must been
some relation to dat Sally Mander, or somebody else wuss'n her. I was
going to ask you how much you ever see a sparm whale make? Jeff says he
seen one make a hund'ed and fifteen barrels."

"That isn't much," said the cooper, quietly. "When I was in the old
Bajazet, we got a sperm whale in sight of French Rock, and it came on
to blow, and we had an ugly job to cut him. We lost all his case; it
got pretty old and mellow alongside, and 'shot' before we got hooked on
it to. We got the junk in by cutting it in two pieces, for the old man
wouldn't risk the mainmast to lift the whole on it. Well, we saved a
hundred and sixty-four barrels, and I suppose we lost about forty."

"Tell that for anybody to believe it, Cooper?" asked Old Jeff. "I can't
get up tackles enough to h'ist in the yard. It's heavier than that junk
was."

"Took the gauges of every cask myself," said the cooper.

"Must be you made a mistake in addin' on 'em up. How long was that
whale, now, on a guess?"

"Well, I don't know; the Bajazet was a ship of three hundred and
fifty tons, about the length of this one, I suppose; we brought the
fluke-chain in at the _hawse hole_, and hauled it short up and down,
and the mate had his cutting-stage over the stern to cut around the nib
end; the head worked in under the counter sometimes and bothered him!"

"And did ye's have much throuble to kill that chap?" asked Farrell.

"None at all; laid like an island, you might have thrown a whole
blacksmith's shop into him."

"Do they often get whales as easily as we got this one to-day?" I
inquired.

"Yes, a great many are taken as easy as that. But not always, as you'll
find out by and by; for there's all kinds of manoeuvres with whales,
and hardly any two of 'em will act just alike."

"Did you ever see any very bad ones taken?" I inquired.

"Well--no--not very bad," returned the cooper, evasively; for, much
as he felt disposed to draw the long bow on this sonorous string, he
was by no means regardless of the interest of the voyage, and well knew
the bad policy of telling frightful yarns to green hands concerning
fighting whales. It would be time enough for that when they had
acquired some experience, and seen a few ugly whales themselves. He was
not to be drawn out on this subject.

"Well, Cooper, how moosh you tink dis one he make?" inquired Manoel.

"About ninety barrels."

"Well, how moosh my part?"

"What's your lay?"

"Hun'n forty."

"Well, about two-thirds of a barrel."

"I s'pose _you_ get 'bout two bar-r-r-eels. Diabo! you make too moosh
mon-ee, Cooper."

"Got half a dozen mouths to feed," returned the cooper. "But that's
nothing to do with turning in; my pipe's out, and I guess I'll turn
flukes, for the old man will have us all out at daylight, and there'll
be no cats but what catch mice to-morrow."

Following his example, the boys all dropped off to their bunks,
till only the watch were left, and they were stretched round on the
windlass, or wherever they could find quarters, for the deck was
lumbered with casks, cutting-falls, hooks, toggils, and various gear
necessary for securing the blubber from the whale.

The weather continued fine through the night, and at the first peep
of daylight Captain Upton was out and stirring. "Who's got the watch
here? Call all hands out, and overboard hook! I want that head off
before breakfast. Clap on there, the watch, and haul out this starboard
guy a little more! Whose overboard is it?"

"Mine, Sir!" answered Bunker, who was equipping himself in an old
short-sleeved shirt, a relic of "last voyage," and an old pair of
woollen drawers, preparatory to jumping over on the whale to put in
the blubber-hook, a part of the boatsteerer's duty far more desirable
within the tropics than in higher latitudes, and especially to be
eschewed on a cold, rugged morning in the Arctic regions.

"Over hook!" shouted Father Grafton, as soon as the crew began
to muster along. "Bear a hand, boys, and stand by the windlass!
Overhaul your fall well! Now then, Bunker, where are you? Now's your
chance--smooth time! Here, Blacksmith, you belong to the hold gang. I
shall put you in the waist gang, too. Stay here in the gangway, and
lend a hand with the boatsteerers."

The hook was soon in, and Mr. Grafton in his stage under the main
chains with a long spade, the second mate in the forward stage with
another. The old man had become ubiquitous, and was in twenty places at
one and the same time.

"Here, Kelly, I shall appoint you captain of the scoop-net. Get a
strap-tub along here ready to sling by the backstays, and get your
net all ready. When they cut round the head, stand by to save all
the slivers, and if you let a piece of fat go astern as big as a
half-dollar, I shall stop it out of your lay. Hoist away that fall!
Heave the windlass some of ye, and get the slack in! Here, Collins,
go aft there, and stay with the carpenter to turn grindstone. Keep
your ears peeled for the word 'sharp spade!' from over the side,
and don't make them sing out a dozen times or I shall be hunting
you up myself. Boatsteerers! get the short spades all ready to use
in the waist? That's right. Hook take well, Mr. Grafton? Here, pick
up that monkey-rope, Fisher, and keep it out of the grease. Heave
away that windlass? Where are _you_, Jeff, with the song? Open your
throat--Mr. Dunham, be careful and don't cut your blanketpiece too
wide. Sharp spade into the after stage! Mr. Johnson, let me whet this
boarding-knife for you. I used to be a good hand at it. Avast heaving,
there! Keep your ears open, and mind the word!"

All circumstances being favorable, the head was cut off before
breakfast, and the body all in the blubber-room by nine o'clock,
Captain Upton driving a spade into it with a perfect gusto, and
slashing it into horse pieces almost as fast as it was stowed in the
hatchway. The windlass went round "slip slop" to the lively strains
chanted by Old Jeff, and chorused by all hands in various keys, making
the clear air vocal with discord. I made considerable progress in
the technicalities of "Board O!" and "In strap and toggle!" as well
as in the equally important mystery of preserving my _aplomb_ on the
greasy deck, having been on my beam ends only twice during the whole
operation. To the startling hail from the old man, "What are you doing
down on deck? That's _my_ place!" I made no audible reply but a laugh;
but mentally responded, that if that were the old man's place, he was
quite welcome to keep it.

The heaviest work was to come in getting the junk inboard. It was
roused forward into the waist, and after considerable "overhauling"
and "rounding up," and some hard service for Bunker in getting a
chain strap through the "junk," it was at last cut from the "case"
and fairly hung in the tackles. All hands went to the windlass; the
waist gang, the third and second mates found room with the rest; even
Father Grafton lent a hand, and encouraged the others to lay out their
strength on the bars. The captain again pervaded the whole deck,
glancing anxiously aloft at his masthead pendants and tacklefalls to
see how they bore the immense strain, and from time to time breaking
forth in a sort of exhortation, half-command, half-entreaty, "Heave
hard, men! Heave and raise him! Few squares more and we'll have him!"

The good cordage of the falls groaned under the tension, as each
ropeyarn seemed to yield a little to assist the rest, and the Arethusa
heeled lower and lower at each additional "downpawls!" of the windlass,
till her starboard plankshear was but little above the surface of
the water. Slowly but steadily, by almost imperceptible degrees,
the ponderous junk rose from its watery bed, its scarred black skin
showing, in the ragged furrows and white streaks on its surface the
marks of many a shock received in angry encounters with other sea
monsters, and the mingled oil and water streaming at every pore and
running in a gush from the hole where the chain-strap was cutting
and jamming into the fat under the fearful strain. The mainmast-head
itself could be seen to "give" sensibly to the weight, and the larboard
main-shrouds to stiffen like bars of iron.

"Heave, boys! Square or two more!" said the captain, as the mighty
mass began to cant inboard. "That's lively! Downpawls again! That
watchtackle ready boatsteerers? High enough! Lay aft here, and get this
tackle ready! There he swings lower! Lower away! Hook on and rouse him
aft! What time is it? Slide him well aft, Mr. Grafton, out of the way!
Steward! pass up my quadrant? We'll get dinner, Mr. Grafton, before we
sling the case."

"An' sure," said Farrell, as he came sliding and tumbling aft with the
rest, to haul the tackle, "and is that his head, now?"

"Head? no!" growled Old Jeff, "that's only a small piece of it."

The other "small piece" was hooked on immediately after dinner, and
after another struggle at the windlass brakes was raised half out
of water, and suspended in the tackles with the "root end" at the
plankshear, for baling. A block and whip were rigged over it and we
now cleared up the mystery of a certain long vessel of peculiar shape,
which we had seen the cooper making a few days before, and which that
worthy had solemnly assured us was a _sine qua non_ in navigating the
ship; the sun and moon being brought down with a sextant till their
images could be seen in contact at the bottom of the bucket. We were
lost in admiration as load after load of spermaceti was "whipped" out
of the "case," and discharged into tubs placed ready to receive it,
and found great amusement in being set to work to pull to pieces, by
hand, the fibrous part of the head matter, and squeeze it out ready for
the pots. We contrived ingeniously to get saturated with oil from head
to foot, to the great enjoyment of Mr. Dunham, who protested we had
already appropriated our lays of this whale, and vowed he would try out
all our duds when the fare was over.

"Let's see, Cooper," said the fun-loving second mate, "you didn't save
the case of that big whale I heard you telling about?"

"In the old Bajazet? No, sir; I wish we had."

"How much do you suppose it would have made?"

"From thirty to forty barrels."

"That's nothing," said Mr. Dunham. "We saw a Sydney whaler last voyage
that baled sixty barrels from a case not as big as this one in the
tackles."

"How could he do that?" demanded the cooper, innocently.

"Hooked it nib end up, and cut chock through the root. Baled salt water
a couple of hours before he found it out."

The cooper turned away, and became suddenly industrious with his hammer
and driver, to drown the roar of laughter that saluted him from all
quarters.



CHAPTER VIII.

BOILING.--CUTTING THE LINE.--DUTCH COURAGE.--"MAN OVERBOARD."


The "case" having been stripped of its oleaginous treasures, was cut
adrift, and the Arethusa, with the yards again trimmed to the breeze,
stood on her course to the southward. The "junk" was then cut up and
thrown into casks, to save all the oil that was continually oozing from
it, and the fires were started for boiling. "Try-watches" were set at
night, by dividing the time into two equal portions, each watch taking
the whole five or six hours on one stretch. The Portuguese Manoel and
myself were appointed to work in the blubber-room, which is, perhaps,
the best station in trying out, as the fortunate incumbent has but one
department to attend to, and being under deck, is not exposed to the
weather. Besides, he is much of the time "out of sight out of mind,"
and, by cutting fast for an hour or two, may gain upon his work so as
to find time for "slants" of sleep or "catnaps," so termed, till roused
again by the cry of "horsepieces!" at the hatchway. Now and then,
Father Grafton, in going the rounds, would stoop over the hatchway, and
peer in between decks, with a call to the sleepers:

"Halloo, Blacksmith! Manoel, what are you doing away in there?"

"_Leaning_, sir!" would be the ready reply of the Portuguese; which was
strictly true. He was "leaning" against a cask, sound asleep.

A whaleship trying out at night presents one of the most weird and
striking pictures that can well be imagined. But to enjoy it in full,
the observer must take his station near the mainmast, looking forward,
and this during his watch below, as his duties would otherwise subject
him to certain interruptions which sadly mar the poetry of the thing.
Alone, on the face of the waters, rides your floating home; the
darkness around her intensified and rendered more opaque by the glare
of light from the try-fires, and utterly impervious on the lee-beam
and quarter from the thick clouds of smoke continually floating off
in that direction. The brawny forms of the boatsteerers, thrown into
strong relief in the centre group, as they tend the fires and the
seething caldrons, which require their constant care and attention to
ensure a fine quality of oil; the "mincer" on the left, industriously
flourishing his broad, keen knife in the firelight; the cooper, fudging
at a leaky cask, half hidden in darkness under the lee of the "cooler;"
the deckhands flitting about at their various duties, appearing and
vanishing in gloom, like spirits dancing in an ever-changing light,
now livid, now lurid; now dying away till the smoke pall seems almost
to envelop the whole picture, then suddenly bursting forth again
with startling brightness, as the boatsteerer throws a fresh greasy
scrap on the "back arches," and runs his long pike under the fires
to stir up "Old Hallett;" the brilliant glare upon the rigging and
sails of the foremast, seeming to reveal each lay of the cordage,
each thread of the canvas, with a fidelity and minuteness of detail
far exceeding that produced by daylight; all together form a scene to
which no description can do justice, but of which every whaleman must
acknowledge having felt the influence. The captain and the officers who
are not on duty on the first watch seem to loiter round the mainmast,
as though unwilling to lose the pleasure of the view even to seek
necessary rest; and to enjoy their pipes with more than ordinary zest,
as they call up reminiscences of large fares taken on former voyages,
or count the tiers of sturdy ironbound casks already filled and lashed
along the rail, and glancing between decks at the blubber yet uncut,
make calculations and estimates of the probable yield of the whale.
All is cheerfulness and hope at such times, and the prospects of the
voyage seemed to partake of the brightness of the caboose fires. Wives
and children are remembered with new affection at such moments; and
each feels nearer to home and friends at each recurring sound of the
light-driven bung, and the inspiring cry, "Away cask!" Truly is it
remarked by old whalemen that the most delightful parts of a voyage are
"boiling" and arriving home.

The weather continued fine during the whole time occupied in boiling
and stowing down, so that I may say I saw the first whale killed and
taken care of under very favorable circumstances, and treating lightly
the croaking hints of the oldsters, thus formed an opinion of whaling
in general which subsequent experience did not altogether confirm.

Our good ship sped merrily on her voyage, and, after taking the trade
winds, still more rapid progress was made. The equator was crossed
without any of those time-honored ceremonies of initiation into old
Neptune's realms which have formed the staple of so many yarns by old
voyagers. Indeed, it is hardly to be supposed that the green hands
would be subjected to much abuse or rough treatment from their equals
in rank, where they themselves form the majority of the ship's company.
Mr. Dunham, however, did not let the occasion pass without attempting
a practical joke. Having the first watch on deck, he came forward,
and calling a young greenhorn from Connecticut, who rejoiced in the
ironical appellation of "Black Hawk," perhaps from his utter want of
resemblance, in any one particular, to that illustrious chieftain:

"Black Hawk," said he, confidentially, "I want you to get the cook's
axe, and go out on the martingale, and stand by to cut the line. I
expect we shall be up with it now in about half an hour, and you must
look sharp and cut it quick, or it will bring the ship up all standing."

"How big round is it?" asked the apparently innocent Black Hawk.

"About as thick as your arm; but if you get a good lick at it, you'll
cut it in time, or at least cut some of the strands, so the ship will
break it without stopping her."

"Do ships always have to cut the line when they pass along here, sir?"
inquired the youngster, who was not half so green as his appearance
indicated.

"Yes, certainly they do."

"And how does it get j'ined together again?"

"Why, old Neptune and his crew pick up the ends and splice it, after
the ship has passed by," said Mr. Dunham, who was rather puzzled by
this catechism, and did not quite understand the drift of it.

"And how long does it take 'em to get it j'ined again?"

"Well--I suppose it would take two or three hours to get the strands
all tucked, and put it in good order."

"Well, sir, when I came down from aloft (you know I had the sundown
masthead, sir), there was a ship in sight ahead, and I guess she must
have cut it about an hour ago; so they haint got through j'inin' on it
yet. I guess we can slip through, sir, while the bars are down." And
the baffled second mate went aft with a flea in his ear.

Black Hawk, with all his apparent verdancy, was probably his superior
in general knowledge; and though he had seen the black equator on the
maps, had a pretty clear idea of the meaning of the words "imaginary
line."

We had light and baffling weather after crossing the line, and made
but little progress for some days. We fell in company with several
merchant vessels, all bound to the southward; but as they were always
making the best of their way to a port of destination, they held no
intercourse with us, beyond showing their national flags, and, if near
enough for it to be seen, their longitude, chalked upon a blackboard,
we responding in each case by showing ours. In one instance, however,
we communicated with a stranger, which led to incidents both serious
and ludicrous, to break the monotony of our sea life. A bark had been
in sight of us all day, steering on the same course as ourselves. She
had shown Dutch colors, but the wind being very light in the afternoon,
the old man ordered his boat lowered, and pulled alongside of her.
He was absent about a couple of hours, and returned with some Dutch
cheese and other small matters. I noticed that some of the boat's crew
appeared unusually jolly and demonstrative when they came alongside;
but the boat was hoisted and they went forward, no attention being paid
to them. It was surmised, of course, that they had been treated to a
glass while on board the Dutchman. I asked Farrell, who was as happy as
a lord, what the bark's name was.

"Divil a name of her I can tell ye," said Farrell; "but she belongs to
some dam place or other; there's a dam about it, anyhow, 'pon my soul.
I think it's Rotterdam. But they've got the good stuff there that'll
warm your heart and loosen your tongue. Come here till I show ye." And
dodging behind the galley, he produced from the capacious folds of his
shirt a bottle of schnapps!

"Dhrink," said Farrell. "Dhrink a health to the rotten-dam Dutchman."

"But how did you manage to smuggle this on board, Farrell?"

"Ah, lave Corny Farrell alone for that! Don't say a word; Burley has
the twin to it."

I was fearful we should have some trouble before the two bottles were
disposed of. However, I had no idea of turning informer, but even took
a small drink from Farrell's bottle, thinking there would be the less
for some one else, and the more it was subdivided, the less effect it
would have on any one man.

The bottles were passed round the forecastle, and there was enough to
make all hands a little lively and talkative, but not enough to produce
any ill effect, except in the case of the two proprietors of the
bottles themselves, who had taken the lion's share at starting, and had
preserved the remnants for private consumption. Old Jeff said to me,
during our watch on deck, on coming out of the forecastle where he had
been to light his pipe:

"Blacksmith, there'll be fun, I think, when the starboard watch is
called. Farrell is pretty noisy and happy; he wont make any trouble
unless it's by some wild freak; but Burley is as tight as a brick, and
it's his turnout wheel. He's blowing about his rights, and swears he
wont go to the wheel, nor he wont stand a watch; so I think there'll be
fun, for Mr. Dunham wont stand much nonsense with him."

"Well, I guess his blowing wont amount to much," said I. "He'll cool
down as soon as the second mate comes."

"Think so?" said Jeff anxiously.

"Yes," spoke up Obed B. "There'll be no great trouble with _him_."

"I hear that you and Kelly wound him up and set him back. Was that so
Hoeg? I didn't see that fun, for I was at the masthead. I only heard of
it afterwards."

"Well, he hasn't tried to bully either of us since," said Hoeg. "It's
my opinion he's a great coward."

Six bells struck, and the watch was called. Mr. Dunham came on deck,
and, as usual, looked to see if the wheel was relieved. Finding it was
not, he came forward.

"Antone, do you know whose wheel it is?" he asked.

"Burley's, sir."

"Why isn't he there?"

"He say he no goin' to stand watch to-night, sir."

"Why not? is he sick?"

"I don't know 'f he call sick. I call _drunk_, sir."

"O that's it? Well, we'll see about that."

The second mate put his head over the scuttle, and listened a moment.
Burley was laying down law and logic at a terrible rate, in spite of
the remonstrances of his watchmates, who entreated him either to go on
deck or else turn in, and let others have rest and quiet.

"I know my rights, and I'm the man to stand up for 'em!" said Burley.
"I'm not going to stand a watch to-night, and I'd just like to see the
live man that would make me go on deck!"

"Here he is then!" said Mr. Dunham, as, clearing the ladder with a
swing of his body, he landed on his feet by the side of the astonished
sea-lawyer.

"On deck, sir, at once, before I put you there!"

Burley turned his head and caught the second mate's eye. His _Dutch_
courage failed him altogether. He found the upper deck so quick that
the officer would not have found it easy to overtake him, had he been
disposed to assault him; though he evidently did not consider him worth
wasting wrath upon.

"What did I tell you?" said Obed B., quietly.

"Now," said Mr. Dunham, "you keep above deck the next four hours, and
don't put your head below the scuttle. I don't want you at the wheel
now; you are not fit to be there. Antone, go to the wheel. I'll see
that he stands your next trick and his own too."

"Arrah, Misther Burley! and where's your rights that you've been
blowin' about?" said Farrell. "You've only been making Billy
Fitzgibbons's mother of yerself, and yer perfarmances don't come up to
yer promises, at all."

I fell asleep with Farrell rattling away at him over my head; but I
was sure the contemptible scamp was nearly powerless now as to any
influence over the youngsters; for we had all set him down as a very
Bob Acres, whose courage would ooze out at his fingers' ends, when
brought to the scratch.

I had just got into a sound sleep, when we were all brought out of
our bunks on the jump by the thrilling cry--I almost think I hear it
now--"Man overboard!"

All was dark; the light in the forecastle had gone out; but, guided by
the little patch of sky showing down the scuttle, I was on deck in an
instant, with my trousers in my hand. Here, all was confusion; the
ship was coming up to the wind with everything slatting; the watch
were clearing away the starboard boat, Fisher having already cut the
gripes, and I was in her before she was half way down the side. I
remember asking "Who is it?" and some one, I did not know who, said,
"Farrell." I remember thinking that I had heard Farrell say he could
swim a little. We shoved clear of the ship, and got our oars out; she
had taken aback, and was going round, but we pulled out as near as
possible in her old wake--nothing was to be seen! With anxious eyes and
heavy hearts we looked about us. Here is something floating; we lay
round for it; it is the life-preserver which has been cut adrift from
the taffrail; but where is the man?? We pull still further out in the
wake of the ship, and heave up again; something ripples here abeam of
us. "Lay round quick!"

We pass the spot. I think I can see a white pool or ring on the
surface, and I involuntarily thrust my arm deep down; it touches
something--the hair of my shipmate, sinking for the last time.

"Help here!" And Fisher and Black Hawk are at my side. They seize his
shoulders and he is roused into the boat, and laid, face down, across
the thwarts.

"Give way for the ship!" And we are quickly alongside, for she is
now lying with the head yards aback, and lights set to tell us her
whereabouts.

All has passed so quickly that I seem to have dreamed it all, and to
have woke now for the first time. He soon shows signs of life, under
the active treatment he is receiving, and he has revived sufficiently
to sit up and look about him before the question is asked, by the old
man:

"How did he fall overboard?"

No one seems to know. Black Hawk answers that he heard the splash in
the water, and a cry immediately after, and running to the side, saw a
head bob up abreast the fore-chains, and gave the alarm.

By this time, Farrell enlightens us himself, by pointing forward with
his arm, gasping out the single word "Parrp'ses," then is taken with
retching again, brings up another pint of sea-water, and can give no
further information at present.

I ran forward. The porpoise line (which was kept ready rove in
tail-block on the bowsprit) was towering under the bow. I seized and
rounded it in, and brought up the "iron," or rather the pole and
socket thereof, the shank being broken off close up. It would seem
that Farrell, having the lookout, and all the rest being comfortably
snoozing, had discovered porpoises playing under the bow, and being
in the humor for a lark, determined to strike one "on his own hook,"
without calling for reinforcements until after he was "fast." But
neither his head nor his heels being very trustworthy at the time, he
darted the iron in one direction from the martingale guy, and himself
in another. The porpoise must have been struck most effectually, and
while we were busily engaged in saving the man, he had writhed in his
agony under the bows, till he had wrung the shank of the iron off.

"Well, Farrell, my boy," said Mr. Grafton, "how do you feel after your
Baptism?"

"Well, sir, I feel pretty well bothered, but I'll warrant the parr'pus
is nearer dead than I am."

"Yes, you struck him solid, at any rate," said the mate.

"An' sure, sir," returned Farrell, "don't you always stern all, sir, as
soon as you're fast?"

"Yes, that's according to rule; but circumstances may alter cases. It
was a narrow squeak for you, at any rate. You'll be in no hurry to
catch porpoises again in a dark night, alone."

"Bad luck to the soaking I got?" said Farrell, as he went forward.
"It's taken all the snap out o' me--and the schnapps too."

Manifold were the jokes cracked at the young Irishman's expense, after
this adventure; for with seamen, as with soldiers, a miss is as good
as a mile, always, and that which is almost a tragedy becomes the very
ideal of a farce.

But the redoubtable Burley was effectually stripped of his teeth and
claws. He was as harmless as an old blunderbuss, which after having
been apparently well loaded, primed and _schnapped_, has flashed in the
pan. The captain said nothing to indicate that he knew any thing of the
liquor having been brought on board. He was not a man to say much to
his crew, except in the way of necessary duty; and he probably resolved
to be silent and more watchful in the future. But I overheard him
telling the mate, the next night, as I stood at the wheel, that Farrell
seemed a smart young fellow, and he thought he would make a slashing
boatsteerer, if one should be wanted, "especially," he added, dryly,
"if we could always speak a Dutchman just before we lowered."



CHAPTER IX.

"GAMMING" WITH A "HOMEWARD-BOUNDER."


When in the latitude of Cape St. Augustine, being close-hauled,
with light breezes at east-south-east a ship was "raised" in the
afternoon, under a cloud of light canvas, steering to the northward.
As she gradually neared us, she was made out by her boats and other
significant marks to be a homeward-bound whaler, and by altering her
course a little, showed her intention of passing within hail and
speaking us. The order was given to haul the mainsail up and square
the mainyard, and the good ship, arrested in her course, seemed to sit
in state, like a hostess, to receive company. The decks were cleared
up, and work knocked off at an earlier hour than usual; and the
slowly approaching stranger now became the centre of attraction, and
the subject of much argument and speculation, each of the old hands
recognizing her as some ship he knew or had sailed in, so that in half
an hour, she had been christened by more names than would have fitted
half the Nantucket fleet, which at that period was no inconsiderable
number. Old Jeff knew it was the Colossus by something peculiar about
her spritsail-yard; a very reasonable supposition, inasmuch as the
Colossus was only four months from Nantucket, outward bound, while
the copper, or rather the want of it, on the stranger's bottom, showed
unmistakable signs of at least three years' wear and tear. The cooper
was morally certain it was the Deucalion, for no other ship ever had,
or possibly could have, a pair of anchor-stocks of that shape; but
when reminded that she was only one year out, and her voyage probably
not completed, compromised the matter by the hypothesis that the
ship in sight must have spoken the Deucalion, and bought her anchor;
a case which was voted to be far more possible than probable. The
old man and his mates were thinking of all the ships that ought to
be homeward-bound at that time, and calling her first one and then
another; but the conclusion arrived at was that she must be some
"outlandishman," as the islanders then termed the New London and Sag
Harbor whalers, who defiled their ships with "right whale glue," rather
than cruise four years exclusively for sperm.

The meeting of two ships at sea is a beautiful and imposing affair.
I was deeply interested in the sight, as the stranger drew nearer
and nearer. He had hauled in his studdingsails, and brailed up both
courses, seeming at times to slide down to leeward on a declivity,
and then to stop suddenly, as if arrested by some unseen power. The
breeze was light, and the sea comparatively smooth, but I was surprised
to see how considerable her rolling motion was, even under these
circumstances. Rough-looking men, clad in garments of more colors than
the coat of Joseph ever boasted, could be seen clustered round the
bows, and stretching their heads over the bulwarks, and two or three
had climbed into the waist-boat, to get a better view. The skipper, a
large, dark-looking man, sat in the head of the labored quarter-boat,
from time to time turning his head to speak to his helmsman, and waving
his brass trumpet to enforce the order. Captain Upton, with a similar
instrument, was mounted on the taffrail, his mates standing near him,
a little in the background. The stillness, as the ships neared each
other, was unbroken now, save by the occasional rustle of a sail aloft,
or the slight washing of the water under the bows of the stranger. Some
one was seen to run forward with a spyglass, and, after bringing it to
bear for a moment upon our stern, to hurry aft again with a report to
the strange captain. The ship appeared at this moment to be heading
directly into us, as though bent on striking us amidships and running
us down. Some of us, clustered at the weather rail, involuntarily began
to draw back, fearing a collision; but again, at a wave of the dark
man's trumpet the ship, obedient to her helm, fell slowly off, so as to
pass just clear, across our stern. Silence more profound than ever.

"Who commands the Arethusa?" shouted a hoarse voice, through the brass
tube.

"Upton!" responded the other brass tube.

"Hope you're very well, Captain Upton!" said brass tube number one,
obscuring the face of the speaker like a total eclipse.

"Very well, thank you," answered tube number two in the same style.
"What ship is that, pray?"

"Mandarin, of Nantucket."

"Hope to see you well, Captain Barney."

Much muttering now ensued among our wiseacres, each of whom had known
it was the Mandarin all along, and had told all the rest so, half an
hour ago. Anybody might have known that was the Mandarin's figure-head.
All which somewhat interfered with the clear understanding of the rest
of the dialogue, which was now carried on between the brass tubes at a
furious rate. "What success?--Sixteen hundred.--What port are you from
last?--Oahu.--How long are you from home?--Forty-five days.--Got any
letters for us?--Yes. Come aboard.--Thank you, I will." A flourish of
the trumpet, and the Mandarin's crew are seen running to the braces,
as her helm is clapped a starboard, and she rounds to the wind at a
handsome distance under our lee, with her maintopsail thrown aback for
an old-fashioned "gam."

Supper is delayed for the guests to arrive; several of us dive below,
embracing the opportunity to write a few lines to our friends at home;
Old Jeff growls at us for being in such a hurry, and says there's
plenty of time between now and midnight; for we are sure to "gam" till
that time.

"Captain Barney and the old man are cronies, and they'll have to kill
all the whales in the ocean across the cabin table, before they part
company."

A light whaleboat is presently seen to drop from under the Mandarin's
lee-quarter, and comes bounding to windward under the powerful impulse
of her oars, the sturdy and regular strokes telling of old and trained
hands who wield them. A petty officer is steering, while his majesty
the captain stands firmly planted in the stern sheets, with his legs
spread apart in an attitude suggestive of an inverted letter Y, and
benignly regards his loyal subjects at the oars, who stretch to their
work in gallant style, as if conscious that they "bear Cæsar and his
fortunes." The principal impelling motive, however, is their eagerness
to levy contributions upon the "greenies." Already they imagine
themselves returning with bundles of books and papers tied up with
rope-yarns, and shirt-bosoms corpulent with new tobacco, a luxury to
which their teeth have been strangers for many a day.

"Ship in, harp'neer! way enough! Look out for the warp in the waist!"

"Halloo, old man!" says Captain Barney, as he recognizes Father Grafton
at the man-ropes, "you out here again?"

Then as his head rises above the rail, "How goes it, Upton? S'pose
you've got a crack ship here by the look of things. Well, how did you
leave old Nantucket? 'Taint sunk yet, has it?" A common question with
whalemen when they meet, and asked with as much gravity as that of the
noble Thane, Macduff, "Stands Scotland where it did?" or as though
islands were in the habit of submerging themselves every day in the
week.

A hearty greeting and hand-shaking follows, with a few hurried
questions and replies, an introduction to the other officers, and an
invitation to our mate to go on board and spend the evening with Mr.
Joy.

"Do you swap boats' crews, Upton?"

"Yes, I don't care; let them go."

So the boat is manned with a crew of Arethusas, myself among the
number, and Mr. Grafton steers himself, not yet having arrived at the
dignity of a body guard. It was nearly dark when we arrived alongside,
and as soon as the boat was on the cranes and secured, all hands made a
"grand forward movement" to supper, and I now had leisure to look about
me, and to compare the vessel and her veteran looking crew with the
Arethusa and my own shipmates.

The forecastle of the Mandarin was small, dingy and dark, even in the
daytime, having only two small decklights and no sidelights, a modern
luxury which had not then come into general use. She had boasted a
steerage in the early part of the voyage, but this had been broken up,
and all hands quartered in the forecastle--sixteen men in twelve bunks,
some of them turning in and out, watch and watch. An old battered
blubber-room lamp hung from a beam overhead, and gave just sufficient
light to make darkness visible. Two little ones, of the kind known as
"petticoat lamps," were now added, and each furnished light enough to
see that the other was burning. The old adage that "a farrier's mare
and a cobbler's wife are always slipshod" is fully verified in the case
of a whaleman's lamp; for those who supply the world with oil burn it
in its crude state.

There was room enough in the forecastle, small as it was; for not half
the crew had chests, and their goods and chattels could be compressed
into a very small compass. The supper was not exactly what would have
tempted a gourmand; still it was all that could be expected on board a
ship forty-four months from home. The cows must have gone astray, for
the supply of milk had failed: _domestic_ coffee, compounded of burnt
peas and corn, had usurped the place of the imported article; while
it was evident that the visitors, if in time for supper, had come too
late for _tea_. The bread was thickly colonized, and the salt junk
better adapted for the manufacture of fancy carved work and articles of
_virtu_ than for purposes of mastication. It was, of course, a point of
honor with us green hands to overlook these little drawbacks, and even
to affect an eccentric taste for the ancient viands; but our hosts were
not at all backward in expressing their dissatisfaction with this state
of things.

This crew were mostly "beach-combers," men who had joined the ship
during the voyage, many of them in the last port, and knew little and
cared less about the history of the voyage previous to the time they
shipped. They were full of tales of their adventures in other vessels
from which they had deserted or been discharged, and of encounters with
consuls, captains of the port, _vigilantes_, and other functionaries,
commonly regarded as Jack's natural enemies; while those luckless
shipmasters who had availed themselves of their services must have
lived in perpetual jeopardy during the time they remained on board.

I inquired of the man upon whom I was quartered at supper, "how long
the ship was out."

"That's more than I can tell you," returned the cruiser. "I've been
only four months in this hooker. There's Dan and 'Shorty,' they are the
only two men in the fo'c'stle that came from home in her. They can tell
you; all the rest of us are cruisers."

"Where did you join her?" I asked.

"In Oahu. I ran away from the Cambridge, of New Bedford, and stowed
away here in the fore peak. The 'kikos' came aboard three times,
hunting for runaway men; but I'll defy any kiko to catch _me_."

"What's a kiko?" I inquired.

"That's what they call the Kanaka policemen. They used to come down and
take off the fore peak scuttle, and look down, and shove their sticks
in; but you see they don't have but one pair of white trousers apiece,
and don't mean to get 'em dirty. But if any kiko had crawled in where I
was, he wouldn't have got out again alive."

"Why not?" I inquired, innocently.

"'Cause I'd have let daylight through him!"

I looked at the speaker reflectively, and involuntarily hitched a
little further from him on the chest, feeling somewhat doubtful of
close companionship with so dangerous a character. Yet the probability
is, this man was as arrant a Falstaff as could be found in a day's
journey.

"What made you run away from the Cambridge?"

"O, me and the old man had a row. Besides, I had been eight months
in her, and that's long enough to be in one craft. I'd like to see
the----hooker that would keep _me_ a year."

The speaker prefixed to the word hooker a sanguinary adjective, which
is not applicable to ships except after a hard-fought action.

"Do you expect to stay out the voyage in that hooker?" inquired the
beach-comber.

"Yes," said I, "I think I shall. I've been well used so far, and have
nothing to complain of. I don't see any reason to leave the ship, with
the chance of getting into a worse one."

"Ah, my lad, you're green yet. Wait awhile till you've seen more
service, and you'll get tired of staying so long in one craft. I say,
shift about and go by the cruise. Six months is plenty long enough in
one hooker."

Some of the green hands were swallowing this kind of poison by
wholesale; each one listening to a yarn of how the narrator had
humbugged a shipping master, or bullied an American "counsle," or
knocked over an officer of a ship in the discharge of his duty. The
pleasures of a drunken spree and row with the police of a foreign port
were duly set forth, and the peculiar delights of life in a calaboose
depicted in glowing colors. But this species of conversation flagged
after a time. The Mandarins boasted no musical instrument; but that
curse and abomination of the forecastle, a greasy pack of cards, was
produced, and furnished pastime for a small knot in one corner for a
short time.

Dan and "Shorty," the two "voyagers," brought up from the depths
of their chests some canes, busks, and other fancy articles or
"scrimshonting," as it is termed by whalers, ingeniously fabricated
from whales' teeth and jaw bones, some of which they were willing to
exchange for tobacco, the principal necessary of life among seamen on
long voyages, and their universal circulating medium and standard of
value. An article of traffic at sea, instead of being estimated at
so many dollars and cents, is rated at so many pounds of tobacco; a
thing which is nearly worthless is "not worth a chaw of tobacco;" a
disputed question is generally settled by betting a certain quantity
of tobacco, and a notorious romancer is often interrupted in the midst
of a thrilling story, with the inquiry, "How much tobacco have you
got?" meaning, "How much can you give us to believe it? We'll believe
anything, if you've got tobacco enough to put it through."

And yet, through all the rough entertainment there shone a vein of
politeness and deference to their guests, a certain delicacy which
never deserts the sailor, and which might be studied with profit by
many accustomed to the most courtly circles. A man who should overstep
certain bounds in his intercourse with visitors from a strange ship, or
be guilty of the slightest breach of a certain etiquette, not defined
by Chesterfield's laws, but natural and of spontaneous growth, as it
were, would be taken to task unmercifully by his shipmates; and slights
which would pass current in a fashionable evening party, with both nobs
and snobs, would never be overlooked in a whalemen's "gam."

A song was called for by somebody; the motion was seconded and
carried, _nem. con._; cards were thrown aside, "scrimshonting" articles
returned to their depositories; and after some little clamor, it was
decided that "Old Scotty," a tall, sunburned salt, who had served,
according to his own statement, in one of the maintops of his most
nautical majesty William the Fourth, should open the musical programme
with that delectable chorus, "The stormy winds how they blow, blow,
blow," which he executed after the most approved and orthodox style,
rolling up the whites of his eyes at the carlines overhead, as though
he expected that the roaring chorus in which all lands joined, would
lift the deck off, and afford him a view of the heavens. A burst of
applause followed the last verse, which I must confess I construed
to be a manifestation of joy that it was finished, and of gratitude
that there was no more of it to be endured. The Arethusas were
now called upon to respond, and after some comparing of notes and
prompting each other, Farrell struck up the time-honored confession
of the misguided Irish youth who committed matrimony at the tender
age of sixteen, and "died forlorn on Steven's Green," and afterwards
wrote his autobiography in common metre, his last earthly request
being that his pall might be borne by six disconsolate young ladies,
all dressed in white gowns and pink ribbons. This song is a stock
article with Irish and seamen, for what reason it would be hard to
tell. A stout, jolly-looking Mandarin next electrified the auditors
with the sentimental refrain of "O no, we never mention her!" with
original quavers and variations, chanted in a voice of thunder; and
was followed by Old Scotty, who rolled his eyes higher than ever as
he poured himself out in a heartrending ballad, describing the fate
of a certain Miss Caroline of Edinboro town, who at an untimely age
"shuffled off this mortal coil," and "plunged her body down," after
giving precisely _three_ shrieks for Henry, neither more nor less. This
pathetic outbreak again brought up the Arethusas in force, and the
entertainment was sustained with great vigor on both sides, the songs
being of various descriptions, and some, like newspaper novelettes,
broken off in the middle of a verse, "to be continued hereafter." Some
of the volunteer performers would have passed for good singers where
tunes were not in fashion, while others, if they had fitted all the
snatches together into one, might have furnished a medley of a highly
original character. The veritable history of that unfortunate mariner,
William Taylor, who was sent to his last account by the contents of a
brace of pistols in the hands of his slighted "ladie love," having been
caught _in flagrante delicto_, basking in the smiles of another fair
one, was interrupted at a most thrilling crisis by the cry of "Brace
forward the mainyard!" for the Arethusa had forged considerably ahead,
while both ships were lying aback. It took some time to do this, as by
a singular fatality, nobody had a watch on deck; all the men who should
by any possibility have had one had gone gamming. The _denouement_ of
the fickle Taylor's story was lost, as the helm required the singer's
services.

The last act of the evening partook much of the nature of the first,
being filled with marvellous tales of exploits, and "moving accidents
by flood," and comparison of notes touching the respective merits of
ships, captains and officers. The cry of "Haul aback" cut short several
half-finished stories, and brought everybody on deck to look at the
Arethusa, now running to leeward with a light set as a signal of recall
for her mate and boat's crew. A murmur of admiration went round among
us, at the appearance of the crack ship looming in the clear moonlight,
as, having assumed the lee position, she rounded gracefully to again,
when the boat was cleared away and manned, with hearty farewells on
both sides.

"Good-night, Joy," said Father Grafton, as he descended the man-ropes.
"Short passage home to you. Deliver my letter yourself when you get
there."

"Ay, ay," returned the Mandarin's mate. "Greasy luck to you!"

"Thank you," said Grafton. "A large whale for you to-morrow," with
the additional reservation, "and two for _us_. Let go the warp! out
oars--pull ahead!"

We arrived on board our own ship to find a scene similar to that we had
just left. Some of the Mandarins had found a congenial spirit in the
sea-lawyer Burley, and others had fulfilled their mission by "bumming"
considerable quantities of tobacco and literature from the younger
lads. Manoel and Antone had monopolized a Portuguese boatsteerer, and
formed a trio aside for a conference highly interesting to themselves
and possessing the additional merit of being unintelligible to all the
rest.

The Mandarin having run to leeward in her turn, the word was passed to
"man the boat;" and, for a wonder, they waited alongside only three
quarters of an hour. But Captain Barney was an uncommonly prompt man in
his movements; the usual standard in such cases being one hour and a
quarter.

In a few minutes, the rusty-looking ship was off on her northerly
course for "home, sweet home," bearing messages to gladden the hearts
of many interested in the fate of those on board her late consort, who
was again standing by the wind to the southward.

The first inoculation of what may be designated "salt poison" had
taken effect among our crew, and much mischief had been done by this
apparently harmless visit. Those who had hitherto been cheerful and
satisfied with all around them, now began to discover flaws and
defects, viewing things and actions through new and distorted lenses;
instituting parallels between the methods of doing the most trifling
duties on board different vessels, and discoursing nautical wisdom at
second hand with all the gravity and dogmatism of experienced tars.
Truly may it be said in connection that "comparisons are odious."



CHAPTER X.

WHALING NEAR THE FALKLANDS.--DEATH OF MR. JOHNSON.


No more whales were seen till the Arethusa had passed the latitude
of 48 degrees south, and was nearly up with the Falklands. The
wind was fresh from south-west, and the ship close-hauled on the
south-south-east tack, diving into a head sea under whole topsails,
making wet weather of it; while the aspect of the heavens was
threatening, and indicated more wind before night. Mr. Dunham, who
went to the masthead in the forenoon, reported a large "breach" on
the weather quarter five miles distant. The ship stood on for a short
time, and then going about, headed up nearly in the direction where
the breach was seen. In an hour after tacking, spouts were seen, and
were soon made out beyond question to be those of three large sperm
whales going slowly to leeward. When they went down again they were
not more than two miles from us; but it was by this time high noon,
and the wind and sea had increased, so that the ship was brought down
to double-reefed topsails. The chances were not at all favorable for
chasing whales with much prospect of success. But Captain Upton and
his officers were not to be daunted by trifles, with sperm whales
in sight; and their doctrine was, that as long as a boat could live
she could tackle a whale and kill him. So everything was cleared for
action, and after standing on till he judged the ship near enough, the
captain ordered the maintopsail hauled aback, and the boats hoisted and
swung. This was hardly accomplished when the whales broke water within
half a dozen ship's lengths of the lee-beam.

"Lower away!" was the word, and down went all three boats, the
starboard boat having the advantage in this case from being on the lee
quarter, and getting clear of the ship in advance of the rest.

The whales were as yet apparently undisturbed, and the chance of
striking what would be considered a sure one, as they would not readily
take the alarm in such weather. There was no need of spreading a sail
to a breeze like this; it was only necessary to head the boat off
before the wind and sea, and giving her a slight impetus with the
paddle-strokes, to drive quietly down upon the prey.

The two mates, as they shoved astern of the ship, saw the exact state
of things, and merely suffered their boats to run to leeward, without
effort, so as to be at hand to support the captain if he should strike,
without interfering with his chance by competition. Seated at the bow
thwart next the boatsteerer, I had a fair view of the advance to the
attack, and regarded the progress of the starboard boat with eager
interest, not unmixed with anxiety, as I thought of the difficulty and
danger of grappling with these monsters in such weather. Mr. Johnson
stood up in the head of his boat grasping the bight of the warp in
his left hand, the right resting on his "iron poles," while the other
four continued dipping their paddles to add to the speed of the lively
boat, which was sliding down to leeward, as it were, at a rate that
promised soon to place her within striking distance. Already she was
within a ship's length of the right hand one, for which the captain
was steering, when the off whale of the three took the alarm, as was
evinced by his elevating his head rather more than usual, and then
cutting out a corner of his flukes with that peculiar movement known to
whalemen as indicative of an intention to leave soon. The panic spread
to the others instantly, by that sort of magnetic communication which
whales seem to employ even when miles apart. A sudden and convulsive
movement was observed in all three of them at the same instant. It was
evident that like Macbeth's guests, they would "stand not upon the
order of their going." The left-hand whale, who had first perceived the
danger, was gone like a flash, his tail skimming out just above the
surface; his next neighbor shot ahead half his length with a sudden
effort, and threw his flukes high in air; the third, who had just blown
off his spout, attempted the same manoeuvre, but it was too late; the
boat was shooting too quick for him. As he threw up his body, the head
of the boat was just abreast of his "small," rushing down the declivity
of a wave.

"Dart!" cried Captain Upton, in a voice that rose high above the
roaring of the wind and sea; "dart, and try him!"

Quick as thought the flashing iron sped on its mission from the long,
sinewy arms of the mulatto, and its sudden stoppage, and the quiver
of the pole in the "suds" as his keen eye noted it, told him it had
found its mark. Already the second one was drawn back for a dart;
Father Grafton had roared, "Spring ahead! He's fast!" when the air
was darkened by the ponderous tail of the infuriated monster, which
seemed to hang poised for an instant--a cry of "Stern! stern hard!!"--a
crash--and the starboard boat was buried in a cloud of foam. "Spring,
men! he stove!" shouted the mate, and with the heave of the next sea
the wreck seemed to struggle up through the boiling vortex, the crew
striking out for their lives to meet the approaching boats. No whale
was to be seen; but what struck a chill to every heart, only five heads
could be counted!

"Spring, men, do! they're all swimming for it! Peak your oar, Bunker,
and stand by to lend them a hand! Don't look for the whale now!
Two--three--four--five--O God! where's Mr. Johnson?"

The oath must have been overlooked by the recording angel. The third
mate had sunk to rise no more till the great day of reckoning. The
whole head of the boat, as far as the bow-thwart, was crushed to
splinters by the fearful blow; and the bowman seemed to have escaped by
a miracle. The half-drowned men were pulled into the other two boats;
and the line was found to be cut, but no one seemed clearly to know
how, when, or by whom. Anxious eyes peered round, hoping against hope,
to see the head of the lost man; but a moment's reflection served to
convince Captain Upton of the impossibility of his having escaped. He
was silent for a short space after he stood by the side of his mate;
then pointing significantly at the crushed fragments of the boat's bow,
"He must have been killed instantly, Mr. Grafton," he said, and a tear
started from the eye of the strong man, and was lost among the briny
drops that were streaming from every thread of his clothing.

Father Grafton answered only by a nod of assent, showing his full
conviction of the worst. A moment and the captain was himself again!
he had paid the tribute of a full heart, and was once more the whaling
captain, alive to the emergency of the moment.

"Pull ahead, and pick up the wreck! We'll save all the craft we can,
Mr. Dunham, but never mind the boat. We must let her go, and bear a
hand aboard--it's breezing on all the time, and I expect we shall
have it harder to-night. Don't stop for small matters; save the oars
and line--boat's sail if you can. Set your waif, Mr. Grafton, for the
ship--never mind, he's coming; I see her falling off now. Lay off a
little from the wreck, boys; don't, for Heaven's sake, stave another
boat now. There, that'll do; stand by to pull ahead. What's 'Cooper'
running so far for? I wonder if he'll think to come to on the starboard
tack, so as to hoist these boats to leeward. Yes! all right! there he
braces up his mizzen topsail! Pull ahead, and let's get snug before
night!"

The Arethusa came flying up to the wind with her topsails run down on
the caps, and the jib at the boom-end slatting at a furious rate, as
the overloaded boats pulled alongside under her lee.

"Keep your tackles up clear till we give the word! Look out on deck for
some of this lumber! Bear a hand--what are you all staring at?" for the
ship-keepers seemed to be paralyzed with dread, at not seeing the third
mate in either of the boats.

"Light out now, all but two to hook on! Here, come to the falls,
everybody, and stand by to run the boat up. Now's your time, Mr.
Grafton--hook on--all ready, Bunker? _Fore and aft!_ Quick, boys, and
take her out of water!"

The boats were fortunately secured in the cranes, without accident. The
wind was piping on to a gale and a thick, driving mist, bringing an
icy sensation with it from the southward, gave evidence that we were
approaching the Cape Horn latitudes.

"Clew the fore and mizzentopsails right up, Mr, Grafton! Send some
hands out to stow the jib--never mind hauling down the foretack--we
shall have to reef the foresail soon. Make all snug as fast as you can,
and have some small tackles ready for securing the lee-boats to-night."
And the "old man" went below to find some dry clothing, and to indulge
his feelings now that he had leisure to reflect upon the loss of Mr.
Johnson.

The Arethusa was soon careening to the blast under her close-reefed
maintopsail and staysails, the whole heavens shrouded in gloom, and,
as the shades of night drew down upon the wild scene, each one seemed
to realize that we had cause of congratulation in the fact of our
timely arrival on board, and shuddered to think what might have been
our fate, if exposed an hour or two longer in open boats, had the whale
run us some distance from the ship before the thick weather shut down
hiding her from view. It is at such times that the seaman feels his own
nothingness, and realizes his dependence on the mercy of Heaven. The
whaleman, in particular, has frequent cause to feel how narrowly he has
escaped such dangers. Even other mariners have little idea of the risks
encountered by this class of men; for whalemen form the only branch of
the profession who may be truly said to make their home on the ocean;
to "go _down_ to the sea in ships," while others skim across it; and in
a literal sense, to "_do business_ on the great waters."

Little was said among the officers about the dreadful casualty which
had so suddenly removed one of their number, but many a thrilling story
went round the forecastle that night from the old hands, the more
impressive from the circumstance of the speakers lying in their berths,
with the darkness relieved by only one dimly-burning lamp, swaying and
flickering with the motion of the ship in the gale--of men who had met
violent deaths in various ways, and of hairbreadth escapes of others,
in most of which latter cases, the narrator was, of course, himself the
hero of the adventure.

Morning broke upon the stout ship still lying to under short canvas,
the wind howling through the rigging, the decks drenched with spray,
and everything cold and cheerless. The gale, however, now came in
fitful gusts, with lulls between; in evidence that it had spent its
force, and was breaking up. The morning watch were collected aft on
the lee side of the deck, while Father Grafton, wrapped in pilotcloth,
stood holding on by the weather quarter rail, and gazing at the sky
to windward, observing the signs of better weather. As he turned and
threw his glance casually off to leeward, a sudden lighting up of his
countenance told that something had arrested his attention. He changed
his position for a better view, and, in a moment more, spoke:

"There it is again. Blo-o-ows! Sperm whale--there's white water!
wounded whale, too--I know by the way he spouts. That must be the whale
we struck yesterday--Blo-o-ows! Steward! tell Captain Upton there's a
sperm whale off the lee-beam!"

It was unnecessary to tell him, for he was just stepping out of the
cabin at the moment.

"Where away, Mr. Grafton?" Then, as his quick eye caught the smoke
of the spout blowing off, "Ah! yes! I see him--there's white water.
Yes, that's the whale that killed Mr. Johnson. O, if we only had good
weather to pay him off for it!"

Then looking to windward, "How _is_ the weather, anyhow? Can't we go
down and have a dig at him? No, no, it's no use to put boats down into,
this sea. By thunder! how he lies there, aggravating us! badly hurt,
too; he can't go much. Got both irons in him, I expect--I couldn't tell
about the second iron. Can't we keep the run of him till the weather
moderates?"

"I think we can," said the mate, "if he don't work to windward--and
I don't think he will. He must have gone just about the drift of the
ship through the night. We might kill him from the ship, but then we
couldn't secure him afterwards, and we should drift to leeward of him."

"I'd like to have the killing of him!" said the captain, eagerly. "I
want a little revenge on that whale, and I would rather kill him than
any other one in the ocean." Another impatient look to windward, "No,
no, we can't use the boats. The-e-ere's white water again! We'll try
him with the ship anyhow. Get some lances ready, and we'll run down
there and have a fling at him--if we lose a lance or two it's no great
matter--we'll have revenge at any rate. It's moderating every minute,
eh, Mr. Grafton?"

"Yes, sir; and there's the sun trying to break through the clouds
yonder. I think we shall have good weather in an hour or two."

"Yes, but it will take some time for the sea to go down. Get your
lances ready! Here, Blacksmith, bend the end of that line to the lance
warp. We mustn't check too short, Mr. Grafton, or we'll lose all our
lances."

The whale was not more than a quarter of a mile off, bearing a little
abaft the beam, or nearly dead to leeward, and appeared to be too badly
hurt to go down. All hands were on deck to assist in the sport, and
lances were hastily prepared at various points along the starboard side
of the ship.

"Hard up your helm, there!" shouted the captain. "Run down the
mizzen-staysail, and shiver in the mainyard! Here, Jeff, I want you at
the wheel, and mind the word, quick. See the whale now, Mr. Dunham?
Yes, there he is--let her go off more yet. _Well_, the mainyard! Belay
that--haul taut the lee-braces. _Stead-y!_ meet her quick, Jeff--stand
by your lances now." And Captain Upton ran to his place by the
starboard fore-swifter, and Mr. Grafton into the fore-chains abaft him,
while the second mate stood ready in the waist, and the boatsteerers,
armed with similar weapons, found eligible stations still further in
reserve.

The ship was now booming off under good headway, rolling heavily in
the trough of the sea. "Starboard a little, Jeff--so, steady! meet
her, quick, meet her. Port a little--so, steady as you go now!" said
the eager and excited captain, coursing the ship so as to shave just
clear of the whale, who lay "sogging" up and down in his element, and
occasionally blowing, the spout having a faint and broken appearance as
if forced from him by a painful effort.

As we drew near, the iron could be distinctly seen in his back, the
pole hanging down by his side, and soon as he raised his flukes to
thrash the sea in his agony, the other one was discovered in his
"small." The last effort of a dying man had driven it home!

"Now, then, stand by, all of you," said the captain, in a suppressed
voice. "We shall have a good chance, but it's awkward darting, if we
don't catch the roll of the ship right. If I _miss_ him, Mr. Grafton,
_don't you_!"

At the moment the whale was abreast the martingale, he moved his hand
to port the helm, and stand by the braces.

"Now's our time!" as the next roll of the ship brought her
fore-channels nearly into the water just at the right moment, and both
lances entered the whale's body at the same instant, driven to the
socket.

"Hard a port! Brace up the mainyard! Bear a hand, and let her come to
the wind!"

The whale had buried himself beneath the surface, on receiving the
deadly steel. The captain's lance drew out, but Mr. Grafton's warp was
snapped like a thread, and the lance was left in his body. The reserves
had no chance to grease their weapons.

"Run up that mizzen-staysail!" shouted the "old man," as the ship was
brought rapidly to the wind, shipping a considerable body of water
forward, which luckily did no damage.

"Where's the whale? I see the bloody water here on the quarter. Up
aloft, two or three of ye, and keep a sharp eye out for him!"

The order was superfluous, for half a dozen were already in the rigging
at different points.

"Loose the foresail, Mr. Grafton, fore and mizzentopsails, too. We
mustn't drift off any more--it's going to moderate; and we may be able
to keep the run of him. There he blo-o-ows! right astern! _blood thick
as tar_!" roared Captain Upton, wild with excitement, as the immense
spermaceti rose in the ship's wake, and the blood-red cloud blown off
to leeward from his spiracle, told that the death of Mr. Johnson was
avenged.

The weather had materially improved by the time the topsails were
sheeted home and set. Vigilant eyes at the masthead observed the
whale's movement, and in time the ship wore round and stood along near
him in time to see him go in his dying "flurry" within a short distance
of his relentless enemies. The sea would not admit of a boat being
lowered to take possession; but he was kept in sight by watching the
"slick," and manoeuvring on short tacks all the forenoon.

After dinner, the gale having abated to a whole topsail breeze, and the
sea gone down so that a boat with a picked crew and careful management
might venture to cut a hole, the larboard boat was lowered, and after
considerable difficulty he was hauled alongside and fluked. The cutting
gear was got up, and the work driven with all possible expedition, for
moderate weather was not to be depended upon for any length of time in
these latitudes. Still, it was three o'clock by the time we got fairly
hooked on, and what with surging and parting, and tearing out hooks,
little progress was made, and at dark we "lashed down," and knocked
off our arduous duty with one blanket piece in the blubber-room, the
whale's body riding by the large fluke.chain, and the head cut off
and secured alongside by the small chain and two parts of a large new
hawser. The wind was hauling to the westward, and blowing on another
gale. All sail was taken in, and the watches set; darkness shut down
its dread pall around, and the howling of the night storm was rendered
more dismal by the screams of thousands of ravenous albatrosses
sitting in the "slick" to windward of the ship, and the clanking and
surging of the fluke-chain as it quivered under the terrific strain. At
midnight the small chain attached to the head parted, but by veering
away a longer scope on the ropes the ponderous mass seemed to ride
easier than before. The ropes held bravely till four o'clock, when
weakened by long-continued stretch, strain and chafe, they gave way;
and the valuable head, containing at least forty barrels of sperm, went
dancing off upon a mountain wave, and could be seen from time to time
flashing up through the darkness, till it was lost to view in the gloom
to windward.

The fluke-chain still hung, but the gale and sea increasing every
moment, the strain at last became too powerful even for its great
strength, and it snapped about daylight with the report of a gun. The
wind had hauled round gradually by north-west, and was now nearly at
north, and fair for the course on which we were bound. Captain Upton
was on deck when the chain parted, and looked with longing eyes off
the weather quarter at the lost prize till it could be seen no longer;
then, satisfied no more could be done to save it, he ordered the helm
up, and, setting the foresail and close-reefed fore and maintopsails,
the proud ship once more bounded before the favorable gale, laying her
course inside of the Falklands for Cape Horn.



CHAPTER XI.

PROMOTION.--"COOPER'S NOVELS."--THE MATE MORALIZES.--CAPE HORN.


The vacancy occasioned by the death of Mr. Johnson was filled by
the promotion of Bunker to be third mate; and the next matter for
consideration was the selection of a boatsteerer for the larboard
boat. The two Nantucket boys were not, as yet, old enough or stout
enough for this duty. Old Jeff and the two Portuguese, from their
experience, were eligible candidates; but it seems Father Grafton had
determined, so far as he was concerned, to promote his bowman to that
office. Captain Upton, as I afterwards learned, was disposed to leave
the choice in the mate's hands, merely reminding him of the necessity
of due consideration in a matter so important. "You know," said he,
"we can't afford to have whales missed. However, 'Blacksmith' seems a
likely young man about the ship, and as for his conduct in a boat you
are better qualified to judge than I am, as he has been at your bow
oar. So, if you think he will do his work, try him. Let him have one
chance, at any rate; we must run a risk with somebody."

The weather had moderated at this time so that the ship was running
under whole topsails; and a new boat had already been taken from
overhead, and was in process of fitting for service to take her place
on the starboard cranes.

The word was passed for "Blacksmith" to appear on the quarter deck. The
old man and Father Grafton were in consultation as I came aft and stood
under their lee, respectfully waiting for orders.

"Blacksmith," asked the captain, turning suddenly upon me, "can you
strike a whale?"

"I think I could, sir, if I was within reach of him," I answered.

"Do you want to try yourself?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," said I quietly, and yet confidently, too.

"Remember," said the old man, "if you fail once, with a good chance,
you must give it up and let somebody else come in. We can't affort to
have any '_foopaws_.'[2] Mr. Grafton thinks you will do it well, and
has said a good word for you."

I bowed my acknowledgments to the mate for his good opinion, and said
something I cannot tell what, to the effect that I would endeavor to
justify it. Had I been previously notified, I might have had a "neat
and appropriate speech" prepared for the occasion.

"I want you to remember," resumed the old man, "when you go alongside
of a whale, that the voyage is depending upon you. _Get a good scote,
and grit the ends of your front teeth right off!_ If you do your
work, I'll see that you are paid the lay. You may take charge of the
larboard boat's craft, and rig the irons to suit your own hand. Bring
your traps aft to-night, and take up your quarters in the cabin; and
understand, if you live aft, I expect to _find_ you aft, except when
your duty calls you forward."

"Thank you, sir," I answered, "I'll do the best I can."

"That's all I want," said the captain, with a wink of intelligence to
his mate, as if to say, "he'll do."

The change was soon made. I transferred myself and my effects to the
region of forks and dishes, and became, at short notice, a petty
officer, and member of the House of Lords, after only three months'
actual service at sea. My companions in the "bull-room" were more
select and less numerous than in the forecastle, consisting of young
Fisher, the boatsteerer, the veracious cooper, and the Portuguese
steward and cabin-boy. I had now the full benefit of the cooper's
yarns, and he did not fail to entertain me with some choice specimens
of Munchausenism during the first watch below that evening.

"Well, Blacksmith," said he, "you've seen a little of the other side
of the picture, and you are satisfied that all whales are not taken
so easily as that first one off the Western Islands. Not that I think
this last one was a bad whale at all, but any whale is liable to get
an unlucky clip at a boat when he feels the iron. Then you see, it was
rugged weather, and the boat was going to leeward under good headway,
so it was awkward work to keep clear of him."

"'Twas all an accident," said Fisher, who had come down to light his
pipe, "as it always is, _I_ think. Of course, if you throw an iron into
a whale, he'll kick and struggle just as you or I would; and if a boat
happens to be right in his way, why, the hardest fends off. And that's
the way all boats are stove, _I_ believe. I never saw a whale that I
thought _meant_ to stave a boat."

"Didn't you?" inquired the cooper. "Well, hold on, Fisher, perhaps
you'll go another voyage and still not see a regular fighting whale.
I hope so, at any rate. But it's no use for you to tell me there aint
any, because I know better. I could tell you about a scrape we had in
the Deucalion, only I don't want to scare you young fellows."

"O, fire away!" said Fisher. "You wont frighten me nor Blacksmith. What
was it, that same whale that was so long you had to sling stages over
the stern to cut his head off?"

"No, indeed," replied the cooper, "that was in the Bajazet. No, this
was only a forty-barrel bull, and the worst of it was, we didn't cut
him in at all. He stove all four boats for us, and chawed them up into
splinters. We got out the last boat we had from overhead, and picked up
the men, and the whale chased us all the way to the ship. We pulled all
we knew, and got alongside, hooked on, and had the boat raised out of
the water, when the old fellow shoved his jaw out and grabbed her right
out of the tackles! Such a crashing and splintering of cedar boards
you never saw or heard as when he shut down upon her. The two men that
were hooking on grabbed the tackles and shinned for dear life. But
he wasn't satisfied with that mouthful, for he undertook to chaw the
ship. But old Captain Harper hadn't forgotten the Essex story, and we
made all sail to get out of his way; for, mind ye, if he had started a
leak in the old ship, we hadn't a boat left to save ourselves in. He
chased us about four hours, but he was somewhat weakened from loss of
blood, for he had seven irons and four lances sticking in him. We were
in hopes he would turn up in the ship's wake, but he seemed to find out
at last that a stern chase was a long one, and gave it up. The last we
saw of him he was going to windward, spouting clear. About a fortnight
afterwards, we spoke the Termagant, and they gave us our craft. They
had picked him up, dead, and when we came to compare reckonings, we
found it was about three hundred and fifty miles from where we lost
sight of him!"

"How long was it before they found him?" asked Fisher.

"The second day after we struck him," replied the cooper, not seeing
the drift of the question.

"Well, he must have picked up his strength amazingly after he started
to windward. You say he couldn't go fast enough to _leeward_ to
overtake the ship, and yet he went three hundred and fifty miles _to
windward_ in a matter of thirty-six hours: that's about ten knots an
hour."

"I don't care if it is; he couldn't keep up with the old Deucalion when
we put her off with the wind on her quarter."

"Why, how fast would she go?"

"Seventeen knot, easy," answered the cooper with the utmost gravity.

"There, that'll do," said Fisher. "It's time I went on deck. Whenever I
can believe that old wagon of a ship went seventeen knots, then I shall
be ready to believe in these eating whales. But you haven't got tobacco
enough to make me hoist in either."

"It's no use for him to talk," said the cooper after Fisher was gone.
"If he goes whaling as long as I have been, perhaps he'll see an eating
whale. I reckon it's breezing on by the sound on deck. Yes, down goes
the coil of the maintopsail halyards, and here they come stamping aft.
I think the wind will haul ahead before morning, and then we may as
well make out our log for three or four weeks, beating and banging to
get round the horn. Well, it's all in the course of a voyage. I was
seventy days off the Cape in the Bajazet, and it never lulled enough to
get the fore and mizzen topsails on her."

"Must have been pleasant," I muttered, half asleep.

"Pleasant! yes. Plenty to eat, and nothing to do but wear round now and
then. The worst of it was, the ship was so crank we had to travel on
our ankles altogether, and when it did moderate, we'd lost the power of
using our feet like human--"

I was by this time fast locked, and I presume that my snoring reminded
the inveterate yarn-spinner that he might as well follow suit as to
waste his breath.

His predictions proved more reliable that his narratives; for when
our watch turned out, the ship was under double reefs with the wind
at south-west, and squally. There was nothing to do, however, unless
it "breezed on" harder. So, after seeing that the watch were all
within call and the lookout set, we made ourselves comfortable under
the hurricane house for the new ship boasted that appendage among her
modern improvements.

"When I first went to sea," said Father Grafton, "we would have laughed
at the notion of building such a covering as this, as we would at many
other things which are now quite common, and which, a few years hence,
will be looked upon as necessary. There's the patent windlass: it's the
first one that I have been shipmate with, but I suppose after I have
been this voyage, I should hardly know how to go to sea again with an
old-fashioned back-breaker. Why, on my first voyage, we didn't even
have purchase bars at the windlass ends; nothing but the handspikes,
and it was heave, Dick, and heave, Tom, for I hove last."

"And yet you used to get large whales and cut them in," said Mr. Bunker.

"Yes, that's true. Some people will tell you that they did it as
quickly and as easily then as we do nowadays; but I can't confirm that.
We used to manage it, after a fashion. It is true enough, there's no
knowing what men can do till they are put to it. There is a great
deal of nonsense talked by some old-school sailors about the good old
fashions and good old days when we made short voyages, and got full
ships in almost every instance; and they pretend to say that there
were better whalemen in those days than now. But that's all moonshine.
There were more whales to be seen, and they were easier struck than
now. If we struck one and lost him, why, ten to one, we saw another
next day and got him; and so the lost one was forgotten. But now we
see them so seldom we can't so well afford to lose one, and, with our
improved gear and increased knowledge, it is unreasonable to suppose
that we lose as many as our fathers did. I think, if the statistics of
voyages could be collected and compared, we should prove that we are
better whalemen than they were; that is to say, that we get much more
oil in proportion to the opportunities we meet with. I know that such
has been the fact in my own experience of twenty-five years."

"You would find it rather hard to make some of the old retired
shipmasters believe that," said Mr. Bunker.

"I know it. Some of them have an idea even now, that they could come
out with a ship, and turn them up on Peru and Chili just as fast as
they used to. And every now and then some heroic old gentleman takes a
start, and comes out here to show us how it's done, and goes home again
with half a cargo of oil, and a flea in his ear. More than one instance
occurs to me at this moment. Whales are not so plenty now that we can
practice the game that Cooper tells us about on his first voyage."

"What was that, sir?" I inquired.

"Cooper tells that they used to throw bricks at them to see whether
they would kick, before they went on to strike them. By the way, he
was spinning you a tough yarn to-night. My room door was open and I
could hear most of it. What do you think about that eating whale,
Blacksmith?"

"I hardly know how much of it to believe," said I. "Are there really
any such whales as he tells of, sir?"

"Why, yes, now and then one; though I think the cases are very rare
where whales make a deliberate attack. I have never yet seen one
myself, but I have sailed with others who have. Captain Upton tells
me he has seen two or three in his life, and I don't think he can be
mistaken. We have all heard of the Essex affair to which the cooper
alluded, and the dreadful sufferings of the crew. I remember it well,
for I was cruising on Chili at that time in the Plutarch, and from the
statements of the survivors, it is plain enough that that whale went to
work deliberately and with malice prepense, as the lawyers would say,
to destroy the ship. The cooper's yarn is, doubtless, partly true; but
you know by this time, that a story loses nothing in his telling. He
has, very likely, seen two or even three boats stoven by one whale, so
that his romance is, like many others, 'founded on facts.'"

"Do you think he believes his own stories, sir?" I asked.

"I really can't say. It is a phenomenon that has puzzled me for many
years. I don't mean in his particular case, for he is only one of a
class, and I myself have sailed with two or three others who could
equal him in drawing the long bow. Sensible men they were, too, in
other respects, and, even remarkably free from some other vices to
which seamen are addicted; but lying seemed to be constitutional with
them, or else they had cultivated the habit till they had lost all
control of themselves. And they seemed impervious to shame in this one
particular only. You have read Peter Simple, I suppose?"

"Yes, sir," I answered. "You are thinking of Captain Kearney, sir?"

"Yes. When I first read it, I thought Marryatt had sketched a very
extravagant character in Captain Kearney, but I have since become more
reconciled to it, and don't think it much caricatured after all. I
think that a man may contract an absorbing passion for lying as well as
for strong drink, and be ready to go all lengths to gratify it. We see
every day instances of men, with a thousand noble qualities, who are
slaves to liquor, and seem to have lost all self-control in that one
respect. Now the cooper is a steady, sober man and a capital fellow,
aside from this singular propensity; but I firmly believe that, like
Captain Kearney, he will die with a lie in his throat. How do you head,
Kelly?"

"South-east, sir."

"Knocking off, eh? Well--stand by to wear ship!"

The conversation was broken off, and was not resumed again for this
watch.

The next morning, it being more moderate, spouts were seen to leeward,
and the ship kept off for them. The new boat was pronounced ready for
action at short notice, and all was excitement and expectation for a
few minutes; but the cry of "forked spout!" put a damper on our hopes.

"Right whales!" said the old man. "Brace up and let her come to again!"

"Let's go down and try 'em?" petitioned Mr. Dunham.

"No, I sha'n't bother with 'em. If we can't get sperm oil, we'll go
home empty-handed. Keep her along full and by! _Look sharp there aloft
for another kind._ These whales have got too many spout-holes for my
use."

It was even so with Nantucket whalemen at the period of which I am
writing. A whale who showed evidence of having two spiracles was not
worth bothering about. And even for years after the great North-west
whaling grounds were opened, and rich returns were pouring into New
Bedford, New London and other whaling ports, the islanders, the
pioneers of whaling, still clung to their old faith and plodded on over
their old grounds, picking up a sperm whale now and then, and spending
four years or more to get, in most instances, about half a cargo. They
ignored the great Nor'west; it was a myth; the very sound of it a great
bugbear. "Spermaceti or empty casks" was their platform for many years;
and then at last they woke from this delusion, it was too late; the
cream had been skimmed from the northern grounds, and the palmiest days
of right whaling were over.

"Have you ever been right whaling, Cooper?" I asked after the stir was
over and all was quiet again.

"Right whaling? yes, two voyages on the Banks. Talk about fighting
whales! You ought to see one of those fellows pick his teeth with the
corner of his flukes."

"How's dat, when dey's got no teeth?" asked the cook, who stood within
hearing.

"They've no teeth, strictly speaking, that's true; but they've slabs of
bone which amounts to the same thing for all the purposes of the story.
I've seen 'em do it many a time--slat their flukes from eye to eye.
Whip-lashes are nothing to 'em."

"Make more oil than sperm whales, don't they?" I asked.

"Yes, such as 'tis--make four or five hundred barrels sometimes!"

"Do they ever eat up boats?" I inquired.

"No, never fight with their heads; they wear 'bonnets' on their heads,
and I suppose they don't like to rumple them."

"What are they made of?" asked Fisher. "Gauze and ribbons?"

"No--lice and barnacles," said the cooper.

"Do the bulls wear bonnets, too?"

"Yes, of course."

"Do they have new bonnets as often as the fashions change?"

The only answer was a warlike demonstration with a squilgee that lay at
hand; and Fisher beat a retreat.

We met the strong westerly winds as we approached the latitude
of the dreaded Horn, which is seldom to be caught asleep on the
outward passage, the prevailing winds having almost the regularity of
trades as to direction; and for three weeks they blew south-west and
west, so that all hands were well initiated to the beauties of this
delectable corner of the world. We were obliged to keep mostly on the
starboard tack, and stretch to the southward nearly to the latitude
of sixty degrees, which brought us completely out of the track of
homeward-bound ships, who, with the same winds would hug the land and
give it the go-by under a press of canvas. "Begins with strong gales
from west-south-west and rugged sea," became a standing form of entry
in our journals till we tired of the sight of the words; and day by
day our stout ship struggled, and wallowed and tumbled about, till
our patience was well-nigh exhausted. Heavy squalls, accompanied by a
peculiar, sharp hail, which cut our flesh like small shot, sometimes
varied the entertainment. Yarns, as usual, whiled away the dreary
night watches; the experiences of former voyages were referred to,
and the changes rung upon them; the cooper drew his bow with a strong
hand and heaped Pelion upon Ossa in the way of falsehood; while Father
Grafton entertained us with more reliable stories, not only of his own
experiences, but of those of other voyagers, going back to the days
of LeMaire and Schouten, who gave the cape its name, and coming down
through the eras of Anson and Cook to the voyage of the little ship
Beaver, of Nantucket, the pioneer of Pacific whaling, which doubled
the Horn in 1791, and made her voyage in seventeen months. His memory
was well stored with facts of this kind, and so arranged that he
could draw freely upon them as they were wanted. A most entertaining
companion was our worthy chief officer, and the night watches slipped
away much more pleasantly to me since my change of station had brought
me nearer to him.

After standing so far south, we could do something on the other tack,
taking the advantage of slants of wind. Our progress was slow and
wearisome; but perseverance at last prevailed over all obstacles, the
redoubtable headland was doubled without further accident than the loss
of another boat washed off the waist cranes in a gale, and a few days
more saw the gallant Arethusa doing her best to make up for her lost
time; as, seemingly conscious of her tardiness, and rejoicing in her
freedom from Antarctic thraldom, she went rolling down the coasts of
Patagonia and Chili before a "long and strong souther."



CHAPTER XII.

FISHING AT JUAN FERNANDEZ.--FIGHT WITH AN UGLY WHALE.


"Blacksmith, how long is it since you read Robinson Crusoe?" asked the
mate, as he stopped in his walk near the mainmast, and leaned against
the top-sail-sheet bitts. "Some years, I suppose?"

"No, sir," said I. "The last time I read it was less than one year ago,
and I found it as fresh and entertaining as ever."

"No doubt of it," replied Father Grafton. "Nothing connected with
my schoolboy days has so firmly stamped itself on my memory as the
appearance of the old copy of Crusoe, that I owned for many years;
indeed, I carried it to sea with me on my first voyage, and it was
accidentally lost overboard. I can see the brown paper and the quaint
old type with its _f_ and long _s_ so dangerously alike, and its
horrible woodcuts! for it was a copy of a very old edition, and had, no
doubt, delighted two or three generations of boys before it fell into
my hands. But what reminded me of it to-night is the fact that we shall
probably make Juan Fernandez to-morrow."

"Yet this island is not mentioned in the story, I believe," said I.

"No, the scene of the romance lies on the Atlantic side, somewhere near
the mouth of the Orinoco; but it is probable that De Foe got the idea
from the story of a Scotchman who lived three years on this island."

"O yes," said I, "I remember the soliloquy of this Selkirk that I used
to read and declaim at the country school,

  "'I am Monarch of all I survey.'

Then I suppose this Selkirk story is really true, is it?"

"Yes, there is no good reason to doubt it. He was taken off the island
by the English circumnavigator, Rogers, in 1709, if I remember right."

"Is there any one living on it now?" I asked.

"I don't know. There was no one there the last visit I made to it. But
I have heard since that the Chilian government made use of it as a
penal settlement, or something of the kind. But we shall not probably
land there. What we want is a good haul of fresh fish, and this is just
the place to find it. We must muster all the fishing-lines in the ship;
the old man has got plenty of hooks; and, by the way, I want you in
the morning to get an iron hoop from the cooper and net it across with
ropeyarn ('Cooper' will know just what I want), to catch some crawfish."

"What sort of fish are they?" asked I.

"Why, they are a species of the lobster family, and fully equal to any
of our lobsters in flavor."

"Juan Fernandez," resumed the mate, "is a name that more correctly
belongs to both islands, some seventy or eighty miles apart. The
Spaniards called them _Mas a tierra_ and _Mas a fuera_, from their
relative positions, 'more inshore,' and 'more off-shore.' The
westernmost is still known by its name of Masa fuera, but this one
seems to have taken 'Juan Fernandez' as its distinctive title."

We stood in near this beautiful island, which is invested with a sort
of romantic interest from the circumstances to which the mate alluded;
and certainly, I thought, if a man _must_ load a solitary life for
a series of years, this would not be the last place he would select
for his hermitage. The larboard and waist-boats were equipped and
lowered for the fishing excursion, and we shoved off in high feather.
We were provided with convenient anchors which we dropped within a
short distance of the rocks, where the water was alive with fish of
various kinds, which could be plainly seen darting and winding below
us. The lines were hardly down among them when some one hauled a fish
into the boat; some one else followed with another; and the sport was
fairly begun. Pieces of pork furnished bait to start with; then the
fish supplied tempting morsels of their own flesh for the hook, to
allure their cannibalic brethren to share their captivity. O ye amateur
anglers who sit with a rod and fly, tempting little innocent fish to
nibble and thinking it not bad sport if you get two or three nibbles
an hour, come to Juan Fernandez and find good, hearty, muscular sport,
that you will not fall asleep at.

"Halloo!" shouted Obed B., as he recoiled from the haul he had made,
staring with disgust, "what the deuce have I got on my hook now?"

"Conger eel!" said the mate, with a roar of laughter. "That's not the
kind you used to spear in Nantucket docks, or stay all night for at
Maddaket ditch. Let's see you get clear of him, now you've caught him,"
for the eel had wriggled and twisted himself into a hopeless snarl with
the line, after swallowing the hook firmly; and defied all his attempts
to release him, for, as Hoeg expressed it, he "wouldn't be handled."

Manoel, the Portuguese, being better acquainted with eels of that sort,
soon got him clear. He said they were good eating; but Hoeg slung him
overboard again with, "Who in thunder do you suppose wants to eat that
flat-headed snake?"

And now every one began to haul more or less of these eels, which
created much merriment and boisterous laughter, while it consumed much
time in clearing lines and getting rid of them.

The first haul of my impromptu net brought up one crustaceous monster
of the kind I wanted, among a snarl of eels who had writhed and
squirmed into and through the meshes of the net, with their teeth
fastened among the rope-yarns, and clinging with a pertinacity and
muscular power of jaw, which plainly said, "nought but death shall
part us." Over it went again, eels and all; and I caught several
more crawfish, great, ugly-looking fellows, who added greatly to the
confusion under our feet by flinging their claws and feelers about
among the fish at the bottom of the boat.

A loud hail from Mr. Dunham, whose boat was anchored at some distance
from us, suddenly interrupted the sport upon which we had been so
intent; and looking up with one accord, we saw that his crew were
hauling in their lines for a start, while he himself was gesticulating
with his arm extended in the direction of the ship. The ensign was
flying at the gaff; a signal of recall.

"He sees whales!" said Mr. Grafton. "In lines, boys! Make them up at
once. Haul in your net, Blacksmith, or cut it adrift, and set the sail,
as soon as you can get the anchor aweigh!" The orders were obeyed with
all speed, and the two boats were soon nearing the ship as fast as the
sails and oars would carry us. The small flag was already up at the
main; and the extended "pointer" (a light pole with a black ball on the
end of it, to be used at the masthead, when the boats are down) told us
that the whale was off the ship's lee bow.

"There he hauls aback!" said Father Grafton, "and I declare, there goes
the starboard boat down. The whale must be in range of the ship from
us, and pretty near the ship too, for the old man can't wait for us,
and is going to try him alone--Look! Here's another ship hove in sight
round that point, and coming under all sail. Spring hard men, and get
alongside! If we only had our line tub in, I wouldn't go to the ship at
all, I'd take the fish with me, or else throw them overboard."

The second mate was but little ahead of us in getting alongside the
ship, and we both strove to outdo each other in getting the lumber out
of the boat and the lines in. Fish flew in on deck with the fury of a
bombardment; fishing-lines and boat anchors were bundled in among them;
we sung out for our line at the same moment Mr. Dunham was shouting
for his, and the cooper in the maintopgallant-crosstrees excited us
to still greater exertions, by the cry "The old man's most on! If he
spouts twice more, he'll have him!"

"Bear a hand with that tub!" said Father Grafton. "Be careful to keep
it upright, and don't break the coil! So; lower handsomely now! Let go!
Shove off, and get your oars out as fast as you can!"

As we swung out by the stern of the ship, the cooper roared again:

"There's white wate-e-er! _The old man's fast!_"

"Bend on your craft, Blacksmith, as fast as you can," said the mate,
"and be sure you have everything clear. Pull ahead, the rest of you."

The two boats were pretty equally matched for a pull; for, though ours
was a little the fastest when under sail, Mr. Dunham's crew were rather
heavier than ours, and the excess of muscular power counterbalanced the
slight difference in the models of the two boats. We diverged a little
so as to give each other full swing, and then "hooked down" to our
work; for the whale was spinning off to leeward at a smart pace, and a
stern chase is proverbially a long one.

"He stays up well," said the mate, who kept his clear eye fixed upon
the fast whale; "he hasn't sounded yet, but he runs so that the old
man can't haul up to him. There he 'mills!' he's headed along on a wind
now," said he, rapidly altering the boat's course with the steering
oar, so as to forereach on him. "Stretch hard men! he's milling more
yet! coming to windward! right at us now! All right, we'll take him
'head and head!'"

The two boats now converged again, both aiming for the same point of
attack, and steering for the nib-end of the whale. The general reader
may be surprised at this mode of approaching him, unless informed that
the sperm whale cannot see directly ahead of him, but if a boat pulls
for his broadside, he is much more liable to take the alarm.

"Stand up, Blacksmith, and get your craft ready," said the mate,
quietly. "See that everything is clear. Be sure and keep cool, and
don't dart too soon. Ease pulling, all! He's coming quick enough;
there's no need to pull, but stand by your oars, all ready at the word."

He was indeed coming, with a vengeance! As I stood up, he was just in
the act of rounding his immense back above the water, after blowing,
and the white water was flying from his sides in clouds, as he forced
himself to windward. The muscular power of an animal like this is
fearful to think of; and I must confess to anxious feelings, nay, to a
feeling of dread, even, at the novel position in which I had been so
suddenly placed. I remembered Father Grafton's injunction to keep cool,
and then thought of the old man's expressive and characteristic words,
"_Get a good scote, and grit the ends of your front teeth off._" I had
not time to think of much more, for as his spout-hole made its next
appearance above the surface, I saw that he had lessened the distance
between us fully one half. He blew off his spout, clear and strong, and
as his back rose again, I saw that the captain's boat was but slightly
fast by one iron. He had his second iron in the crotch, having hauled
it in, but had not yet been able to haul near to the whale, so as to
use it.

"Look out next time," said Mr. Grafton in a low, anxious tone. "Don't
be in a hurry to dart till you are past his head."

I glanced round; the other boat was waiting the crisis like ourselves,
on the other side, just giving room for the whale to pass handsomely
between us. Fisher stood balancing his first iron, all eagerness for
the fray.

A roar saluted my ears, and a cloud of spray was blown into the air
like very fine rain, so near as to envelop me in its cool shower. I
grasped my iron; all feelings of fear or dread had vanished. Not so the
feeling of anxiety, but it was only anxiety lest the prey might yet
escape me.

"Steady, my boy!" said the mate again, "Hold your hand!"

His massive head drew swiftly towards me; the boat rocked in the swell
forced off from his glossy side: and his broad back lay temptingly
before me. It was a sure thing.

"Now Blacksmith!" said the mate, throwing the boat's head off as he
spoke.

I needed no second bidding; my first iron went in to the socket, and
the second followed it, though not quite so deeply.

"Good!" said Father Grafton. "_Heave your box-line overboard!_"

With his shout was mingled a cry of "Stern! Stern hard!" from the
other boat; I saw Fisher's iron cleave its way through the shining
blackskin opposite my own, there was a convulsive heaving and rocking
of everything about us, then a loud crash and splintering sound. The
waist-boat's crew were all swimming amid the chaotic wreck of their
frail craft. Her broadside was crushed in clear fore and aft. The whale
had thrown himself over towards her, and we had escaped without injury.

The monster had disappeared instantly, but was evidently not far
beneath us, as all the lines hung slack. The second mate had, of
course, cut his, as soon as he could get at it. We sterned off out of
the slick where the whale had gone down, and lay just at the outer rim
of the bloody water.

"You are well fast, Mr. Grafton, with both irons; you hold on!" said
the old man. "I'll cut off and pick up the crew. Never mind, we'll
divide 'em. Take three men into your boat, and we'll both hold on.
Never mind the stoven boat; we can't bother about her now."

The dripping crew were all rescued; for, by a good fortune which seems
almost miraculous in hundreds of similar cases, no one was hurt; and
we now prepared for a fresh attack with nine men in each boat; though
reinforcements of this kind were not at all desirable as the boats were
overloaded, and every one was in every one else's way. But the ship had
run down, and was close by us, in case of further accident; we had yet
three hours to sundown, and the strange ship was also near, watching
our movements, and had hoisted her private or owner's signal, by which
we knew her to be the Fortitude; which lay at the "Bar" when we sailed
and had shortly followed us.

"Where is the whale?" said the old man. "Our line is all slack." Then
suddenly he roared, "Look out! Stern all! stern, out of the way!"

The ponderous head of the whale was standing erect above the water like
a milestone; it swayed for a moment, and then seeming to fall over
backwards, the lower jaw, with its ugly display of ivory, was thrust
up, nearly at right angles with the upper.

"Stern! Stern hard, and give him room! He'll bear watching, Mr.
Grafton. We shall have to look out for slants. I would like to get my
second iron in, but I'm afraid he wont give me a chance soon."

But he did, however; for after impotently gnashing his jaw two or three
times, he rolled over and straightened out, spouting, apparently, as
strong as ever. It was plain that he had plenty of fight in him yet,
and was fairly brought to bay. He did not intend to run any more.

The starboard boat pulled up carefully within dart, and as she did so,
leviathan rolled up sidewise to meet her. Captain Upton was not to be
daunted, however, but crying "Stern all!" he pitched his second iron
in near the fin, and as the whale continued rolling, followed it up
with his lance in the breast, between the fins. Quick as lightning,
down settled the monstrous body, and the whale again stood on end with
his jaw out. He flung the jaw over with a desperate sweep, which would
have dealt destruction to the boat and all hands had the range been a
little shorter. The starboard boat fell back to her former position
with the loss of her midship oar and the gunwale split, but that was
a trifle. The whale had received two more severe wounds, at any rate;
and it was our turn to take the next round with him, when he should
straighten again, which he immediately did, still spouting clear,
though not so strong as before.

In the language of the ring, Mr. Grafton "was on hand at the call of
time;" but the whale "played the drop game on us," and with partial
success. He went down like a stone; sinking so quickly that he received
the mate's lance much higher in the body than was hoped or intended.

"He's an ugly customer, Mr. Grafton," said the captain as we sheered
off again. "Keep your eyes peeled! there's no telling where he'll come
next."

But I soon had reason to know where he was. There was a light rippling
under the stern of our boat, then a rise of the sea, lifting her a
little; and that fatal lower jaw stood like a small tower on one side
of the boat, with its double tier of ivory cones towards me, while the
tremendous head, full of scars, overshadowed me on the other. I did
not stop to investigate their beauties; but, while the tub and stroke
oarsmen vanished over the gunwales, one each side, I vaulted a sort of
back somersault over the steering strap, just as the monster "shut pan"
upon her, crushing her stern up like an egg-shell. This "steel-trap"
manoeuvre had proved a perfect success, and nine men were swimming
for their lives while the captain's boat was already overloaded with
the other nine!

But reinforcements were not far off. As I looked about me when I rose,
the captain's waif was set for help, and the Fortitude's three boats
were already splashing into the water. The old man had cut adrift from
the whale, and had already thirteen men in his boat formed in close
column, the other five clinging to the wreck of the larboard boat, when
the three boats of our consort, all abreast, got within hail.

"Pick up, my men, Wyer, and let some of your boats strike the whale!"
said the old man. "You shall have half of him, and welcome, if we can
manage to muckle him out before night. But work shy with him, or you
will lose some of your boats, too."

"All right!" answered Captain Wyer. "Come, Grafton, light into my boat
here. Jump in, my boys, all of you. Look out for the whale, Mr. Swain,"
to his own mate, "and if you get a chance, pitch in. Be a little
careful, though, and you too, Mr. Russell, don't go harem-scarem! Where
_is_ the whale, Upton?"

"Somewhere under us," returned the old man, as coolly as if he had
said he was two miles off. "There he is!" he continued, as the whale
broke water within a ship's length of the Fortitude's waist-boat, and
Russell's boatsteerer jumped up and down in the excitement of the
moment.

[Illustration: FIGHT WITH AN UGLY WHALE. Page 150.]

A few strokes sent the boat alongside of him, going on "quartering,"
but both Russell and his boatsteerer were a little too eager, or
"harem-scarem" as his captain termed it. A blow from the monster's
immense "fan" swept the two oars from the port side of his boat,
ripping out the peak-cleets and splitting his gunwale, while his bowman
was considerably hurt by one of the oars striking him in the head. His
boat was still tight, however, and the injured man was transferred
to Captain Wyer's boat, and I took his place to "bow on" if a chance
offered.

"Never mind, Mr. Russell, try him again!" said our captain. "Here's
spare oars, if you want, pick 'em up, all round here. Hold on a bit,
though; let Swain have a try, he's got the chance now."

The mate of the Fortitude was one of those long-limbed, powerful men,
who seemed to have been built expressly to "straighten ten fathom of
lance-wrap and do execution." He was wary too, in his approach, and
waited for what he thought was a "good time in." He hurled his iron
when four fathoms distant, and put it well in, calling, "Stern, stern
hard!" As he drew back his lance for a long dart, it seemed to me
impossible that he could reach him, as he poised it in his hands, still
backing with his oars. When he judged himself at a safe distance, it
sped for its mark with a momentum that was positively fearful. He drew
it back; a quiver was perceptible in the sides of the vast body of
the monster who had fought so valiantly for his life; and thirty-six
voices greeted the thick clots of blood now faintly gushing from his
spout-hole, with glad shouts of victory.

"He's throwing up the sponge," said Mr. Swain, quietly. "A child can
take care of him now."

We picked up and secured the wrecks of our boats and gear, while
the whale was hauled alongside the Fortitude. It was agreed that
Captain Wyer should cut and boil him, and we would divide the oil in
Talcahuana, as we both expected to be there soon. We bought a boat of
the Fortitude, rigged the spare one overhead, and thus were enabled
to lower the complement of three. We stretched across to Massafuera
and back, cruising between the two islands, till one more large whale
rewarded our efforts; and bore away for the rendezvous, our consort
having left the ground the day before. The cooper had added one to his
stock of yarns which would require but little embellishment to make it
marvellous. Mr. Grafton and Fisher were converts to the "eating whale"
theory; and "the doctor" listened with delight as we rehearsed the
incidents of the capture of "the Juan Fernandez whale;" displaying,
as he listened, an array of ivory almost as formidable as that of the
redoubtable whale himself.



CHAPTER XIII.

TALCAHUANA.


We passed the Fortitude, tack and tack, beating up to the anchorage
of Talcahuana, and let go our anchors nearly at the same moment.
Fifty-five barrels was our share of "the Juan Fernandez whale," which
made us up to two hundred and thirty, all told; not so bad a start, as
we were hardly five months from home.

Talcahuana, or "Turkeywarner," as old Jeff and the cook persisted in
Anglicizing the name, is like many other places on the Spanish Main,
merely the port to a large city; the cities along this coast being
pushed up into mountains, at a considerable distance from the seaboard.
The place itself is not much to look at, or to discourse about. A
description would present no points of marked interest to the general
reader, and what whaleman needs a description of Talcahuana?

Here were anchored some dozen or fifteen whaleships, mostly from
Nantucket and New Bedford; some lately from home bringing letters for
those long absent, while two or three were making their last port
homeward-bound, and ready to take the answering epistles; for at that
time the process of annihilation of time and space which has made
such strides within the last quarter of a century, was, comparatively
speaking, in its infancy. Yankee enterprise had not yet pushed its way
over the Sierras, and the ponchoed Mexican still lounged at his ease,
and drawled his _quien sabe?_ where now great commercial cities have
started up as if by magic. No ocean steamers then vexed the waters of
"the Gulf" and the Caribbean; overland mails were rather a "proposed"
innovation than a fixed fact, and the electric telegraph was as yet
hidden in the womb of time. To us in the Pacific, news from home even
a year old was heartily welcomed; while the advent of a whaler five or
six months out was a perfect windfall.

Good fellowship and jollity presided at the reunions or "gams" on board
the various whalers at anchor; music and dancing held high carnival
every evening; old friendships were renewed and new ones formed;
unexpected recognitions were of frequent occurrence; and even members
of the same family, separated for a long series of years, were here
reunited, though but temporarily. A striking instance of this sort
occurred two or three days after our arrival. A bark was beating in
for anchorage, and Mr. Swain was seen to shove off his boat from the
Fortitude, and pull out towards her. She had a private signal flying,
and Father Grafton, after consulting a list which he kept tacked on the
inside of his chest-lid, told me she was the Clio, of New Bedford, and
added, indifferently, "Swain's brother is mate of her." The brothers
were both on board the Arethusa in the evening, and I heard the
question casually asked, "how long it was since they saw each other
last?" "Let me see," said Swain of the Clio. "I sailed on my first
voyage to the Brazil Banks in 1820, and Joe had been gone about a year
then in the Good Success. It's a little over twenty-three years."

"It was quite time to shake hands, then," said our mate. I stared in
amazement at the coolness with which they treated the matter! Here were
two brothers, both pursuing the same business for a livelihood, and
both residing, with their families, in the same town, who had not seen
each other's faces since they were schoolboys. And among this knot of
Nantucket officers present, the fact was not looked upon as being very
remarkable, and was dismissed with merely a passing word of comment. I
was speaking of this matter aside to the young third mate, Mr. Bunker,
"Why," said he, "we islanders don't think much of that. It's matter of
course in our business. Young as I am, it is eight years since I saw
my eldest brother who is now second mate of a ship cruising 'on New
Zealand,' and I am not likely to get a sight at him for many years to
come, unless one of us makes an unusually long or short voyage so as to
bring us both at home at the same time. It is not that we are wanting
in natural affection that we treat the matter so coolly. I think I love
my brother, and I suppose if we should accidentally meet, we should do
just as the Swain brothers do: give each other a hearty greeting, make
the most of each other's company while it lasted, and part again in a
day, perhaps in an hour, for another series of years, and that is all
about it."

We have taken in our water and recruits; received on board the oil
from the Fortitude and stowed it down; the heavy work is all finished,
and not much remains to be done but to paint the ship; and now the
"liberty" begins. The word is passed for the watch to get ready
to go ashore. Now the "finery" is roused out from the depths of
sea-chests, that is, if we have any; and, if we have only one article
of "long-shore toggery," it must be worn, though perhaps not strictly
in keeping with other parts of our attire, which gives us a slight
touch of the amphibious appearance of which I have before spoken at
Nantucket. Farrell is with us, having "swapped" into the larboard
watch for the occasion, and sports a neat pair of velveteens of the
peculiar color and cut that no man who speaks without the brogue, ever
did, or by any possibility could wear. Where he got them is a mystery,
for no one of his shipmates ever saw them before. The two boys, Kelly
and Hoeg, are resplendent in round jackets of green flannel, at that
time an indispensable part of the outfit of every "native" below the
rank of chief mate; but which have fallen into disuse, and passed away
to oblivion with the stiff tarpaulin hat, it is to be hoped never to
return.

"Come aft, and get your money."

The old man has a pile of Spanish dollars on the cabin-table,
and serves them out with one hand, while he makes entries in his
memorandum-book with the other; the watch pass in and out again, one at
a time, like voters at the polls, each getting his two dollars, and a
rough word of advice to "behave himself, and not break his liberty, nor
bring any money off with him." We take our places in the boat, but not
at the oar; for we are but passengers to be ferried ashore by the other
watch.

Jack's liberty is perfect while it lasts, that is, so far as the ship's
duty is concerned. Twenty-four hours is our limit, and the boat will
be sent in next morning to bring us off, unless we prefer to hire
other conveyance, which we can do if we choose--and have money enough
left. Other boats with "liberty men" are to be seen leaving various
ships, among the rest the Fortitude's, in which are several of my
former comrades in the gallant Lydia Ann. We pull into the rude wharf
or mole, and all jump on _terra firma_ with a feeling of outgushing
freedom, a Fourth-of-July feeling, uncontrollable, _boiling over_. We
invite our unfortunate, shipmates, the ferrymen, to "come up and take a
drink," and do so with an air, too. They accept, asking the officer's
permission, poor fellows! It matters not that we shall have to do the
same thing to-morrow, "sufficient unto the day" is our motto now; and
each man carries a Declaration of Independence to his pocket, ay, two
of them jingling.

It is not to be wondered at, if the seaman after being cooped up and
subjected to strict discipline for months at sea, thinks it hard
that he cannot follow his bent, and do precisely as he pleases for
twenty-four hours on shore, and revolts at the idea of submitting
to the local authorities and conducting himself like a law-abiding
citizen. We all take a drink together at the nearest _pulperia_,
officers and all, and glance condescendingly at our ferrymen
ignominiously going down to the boat to pull her back again.

"Well, where next?" We gradually separate into knots of two or three,
seeking adventures. Some will care for little else but to cast anchor
in a _pulperia_ and soak themselves with liquor; others will patronize
a ten-pin alley or a billiard table if they can find one; while none
are insensible to the blandishments of the graceful and seductive
Chilian women. Mr. Bunker assumes the office of Mentor for me, for he
has been here "last voyage," and knows some of the ropes. So we are
not long in finding good quarters, and enjoy the day very pleasantly,
drinking only enough to keep our wits sharp and make us lively company
for each other. We drop in at a dance hall which is occupied only by a
few loungers at present, but the fellow behind the bar, who, it strikes
me has a very "Rule Britannia" look for a Spaniard, tells us "there'll
be fun in the hevening," and kindly invites us to participate. We
pursue our rambles, occasionally encountering small parties of our
shipmates among the many sailors to be found in various stages of
exhilaration as we investigate the beauties of "Jibboom Street,"
and pry a little into the mysteries of the classic precincts of the
"Devil's Pocket."

But here's a row! Let us see what it is! Sailors and idlers gather
from all quarters with surprising quickness, for there is perhaps
nothing which exerts a greater centripetal force than a street row
or brawl. It seems bad blood had been engendered between two of
the Fortitude's boys on the outward voyage, and they have decided
to knock a little of it out, while the liquor is in. Two or three
harmless cracks are interchanged, and a "hook" ensues, when a vigilante
unhappily appears on the field and insists upon making himself a third
party in the business, contrary to all seaman-like laws of fair play;
their shipmates say they shall finish their set-to if they like;
another vigilante appears to assist his colleague, and each seizing a
belligerent, they start them in the direction of the calaboose; large
reinforcements of sailors gather to the rescue, and the police also
rally in the same direction with their _espadas_ drawn; one of the
pugnacious youths is by this time in the melting mood, and goes like
a lamb to the slaughter; but the other proving refractory, receives a
persuader or two with the flat of the "cheese-knife," a very Spanish
substitute for a policeman's baton. This is the feather that breaks the
camel's back; a general attack is made by the infuriated mariners, the
policemen are knocked over and the cheese-knives taken from them; two
or three sailors are slightly cut, but no one is seriously injured.
Farrell is conspicuous in the melee, flourishing a stout stick, with
his neat velveteens very much defiled, and his shirt showing through
in some "thin places." The two original combatants are released, and
the sailors have the field to themselves. But fire-arms now make their
appearance--a platoon of scare-crow looking troops are drawn up in line
and serious bloodshed is threatened. But the alarm has spread; the
American captains and officers make their appearance, and the consul
makes a speech to the seamen who are already half-frightened at their
own victory so cheaply won. The captains and officers exert their
influence in particular quarters at the same time; oil is poured upon
the troubled waters; the captured weapons are given up; and the two
young fellows who have found themselves so unexpectedly popular and
notorious are persuaded to go quietly to prison under guard for the
present. The outraged majesty of the Chilian Republic is vindicated,
and the wrath of the officials appeased. The _pulperias_ again do a
thriving business, much to the relief of the proprietors, for the
liquor law has been in force two hours, pending the negotiations.

We go back to our comfortable quarters and enjoy a siesta as well as
we can for the fleas, whose name is legion. We sally out again towards
night and drop in at the dance hall; two violins are tuning up, and
the seamen gathering to a focus, while pretty women pass in and out
with an easy grace, peculiar, so far as my observation has extended,
to females with more or less admixture of Castilian blood. Truly has
Benjie Brail remarked in that fascinating sea-story, "The Cruise of the
Midge," that though females of other nationalities may have various
methods of locomotion to be called by various impertinent names, no
woman but a Spaniard can _walk_. The crowd increases after the hall is
lighted, and the fun grows fast and furious. The bar, of course, does
a rushing business; officers of all grades drop in, and even captains
honor us with their presence. Vigilantes are near at hand to preserve
order, but every one is in good-humor now, and there is little fear of
any outbreak. The dancers enjoy themselves, and the admiring lookers-on
drink and applaud. Mr. Grafton is near me, thoughtful and observant as
usual.

"Well, Blacksmith, what do you think of Chilian women?"

"I admire them very much," said I, "and yet I can hardly tell why.
Perhaps because I am partial to brunettes."

"Simplicity of toilet has much to do with it," said the mate. "You see
no elaborate fashion of 'doing up' the hair, to torture and disfigure
that which nature has made so beautiful. Then when they go out, you
observe their heads are either exposed or else covered with a shawl
or mantle falling gracefully over the shoulders. No such abomination
as a bonnet disfigures them. Then again, their walk is the 'poetry
of motion.' No Spanish woman ever cultivates a slight stoop of the
shoulders and considers it graceful, but walks 'erect and free,' and
yet without stiffness."

I could not help smiling at the worthy mate's enthusiasm on the
subject, and suggested that perhaps the practice of carrying burdens
on the head might have some effect in producing this erect and easy
carriage.

"Of course it has much to do with it," said the mate. "But, though
it would improve the carriage and walk of any woman, or man either,
for that matter, it cannot _create_ that grace of movement which is
essentially Spanish, and which is to be found in ladies whose position
and wealth place them above the necessity of carrying burdens at all,
and, in fact, render it unlikely that they would do so. Again, the
same practice prevails to a great extent all over South America, and
in many of the South Sea Islands; yet who ever saw a Portuguese woman
of Brazil, or a Kanaka woman of any island in the Pacific, whose walk
would compare with that of a Chilian or Mexican girl?"

My attention was again directed to Farrell, who was "setting" to a
pretty, black-eyed girl in the dance, his step having more of the Irish
jig in it than of the "chengana," as it called here, a dance in which
certain coquettish movements of a handkerchief in the hand play an
important part. He was armed with an immense red cotton one which he
flourished with far more vigor than grace, and, as the dance ended,
he obeyed the figurative order from the first fiddler to "Square the
mainyard and let the jibs run down!" by leading his pretty partner up
to the bar. "I say, darlin'," said Farrell, "would ye tell me what's
yer sweet name, now?"

"My name? Juanita," answered the girl.

"Whon-eater? an' is that yer name indade; an' sure your lingo is for
all the warld like pourin' music out of a jug. Whon-eater--an' what
can be sweeter?--I'll take her up and treat her--I will, by the houly
St. Pether!" said Farrell, by way of climax; for he was now in his
poetical stage of inebriation--in which he would "rhyme you" like a
very Touchstone.

I turned away to laugh, and soon after left the dance hall with Mr.
Bunker. As I passed out of the door I saw Farrell repeating his dose
at the bar, and was apprehensive that he would get into trouble, for I
knew that with him the transition was short and easy from the poetical
mood into the pugilistic.

It was even as I feared. When the ship's boat came in, the watch were
all on hand but Farrell, and on inquiry I found he was in "durance
vile." It seems a Chileno had taken the liberty to address some words
to "Whon-eater," which Farrell resented as an undue familiarity. He
hadn't, of course, the remotest idea what was said, but he was in the
warlike stage then and spoiling for a row. So he struck out from the
shoulder, and was at once seized and marched off to the lock-up. He
came off about the middle of the forenoon, having been taken before
the magistrate and fined for assault. The old man had, of course, paid
it and sent him on board. He had found pretty rough quarters, he said,
in the lock-up, and had been nearly "_flayed_ alive by the murderin'
_flays_."

One day's liberty was much like another, and the same old haunts
were visited and revisited. We had four days on shore for each
watch, and when the starboard watch came off the last time, Burley,
the sea-lawyer, was missing, having doubtless deserted. He had been
long enough in one ship, I suppose; and, besides, he had lost his
prestige among his shipmates, and was looked upon with contempt. We
all felt that we could spare him without a pang. To fill the vacancy,
a Sandwich Island native called Peter was shipped, a man who had seen
considerable service, having steered a boat in two or three ships,
and who murdered English tolerably well. We took our anchor in the
afternoon with a smart breeze from the southward, and before the sun
went down we were once more tossing on the long swells of the broad
Pacific.

"Well," said old Jeff, as we were stowing the anchors, "I reckon that's
the last we'll see of Turkeywarner this v'y'ge. I think the old man'll
work off to the westward, and finally go down to 'the Groups.'"

"What makes you think so?" said I.

"Why, the old man as good as told _me_ before we left home that he
should work down that way. He never was down there before nor _I_
neither. _I've_ been three v'y'ges with the old man, and _we've_ always
got our oil on Peru, and Chili, and the Galleypaguses. We never went no
further'n the off-shore ground."

"Why should he go so far out of his old tracks where he has always been
successful?" I inquired.

"Well, you see, Father Grafton he's been down there last voyage, and
Mr. Dunham, too, and they have great faith in the 'Groups,' and that
starts the old man. Another thing makes me think so; he's fetched out
a big stock of tobacker this v'y'ge. I never knew him to have so much
before, and he hasn't sold a pound of it yet. It's all there in the
run, and that means he's keepin it to trade down among the 'Groups.' He
hasn't said nothin' to _me_ about it lately, though; I've kept thinking
he would,' cause he generally lets _me_ know beforehand where he's
going."

It was one of Jeff's harmless peculiarities to pretend to considerable
knowledge of cabinet secrets, and to affect to be "high in the
confidence of the administration," as the newspaper correspondents have
it.

"Well," said he, "Burley he's given us the slip and I reckon nobody'll
mourn much about the loss of him. I must say I got disappointed in that
man. I thought he was a good sailor man, and all I was fearful of was
that he would do something desprit. I thought he had courage enough to
make good his words. But it turned out that he was more of a coward
than _I_ am, and that's needless," said Jeff with a grin; "and as for
his duty, he was neither sailor nor soger."

"He'll go on board of some other ship," said I, "where he can blow his
gas for a while, but he wont wear well anywhere."

"No," said Jeff, "only as long as it takes to find him out and take his
measure. This Peter that came aboard to-day is a smart-looking Kanaka,
but _I_ don't think much of Kanakas anyhow." Here came in the prejudice
of color again. "But I never told you, did I," continued Jeff, with
a _greenish_ kind of blush, "that I ran away myself in Turkeywarner,
once?"

"No," I answered. "I thought you were a fixture of the ship you sailed
in."

"That was the first v'y'ge I was in the Colossus. This old man was mate
with us then. I trusted to an old 'Cholo' here; he said he'd stow me
away where all creation couldn't find me. Well, he did till the old
man offered, twenty dollars bounty for me, for you see he couldn't go
to sea without _me_ nohow, and then the old mongrel sold me to get
the reward. He just went out and informed where I was, and the mate
(that's the old man now) came and roused me out of my hiding-place,
and told me I'd be wiser next time than to trust one of them yaller
scoundrels. And so I have been. Gi'me white or black, I say; for where
you mix 'em, you spile two good things."



CHAPTER XIV.

THE BILL-FISH.--THE MARQUESAS.--A PRISONER AMONG THE SAVAGES.


Down the coasts of Chili and Peru we pursued our voyage, and then
off-shore among the Galapagos, or "Galleypaguses" as my ebony friends
Jeff and the doctor would say. Here we took one large whale, but the
fleet was numerous, and, from all that we could learn, they not were
doing wonders, and the old man expressed his opinion that there was
not more than a whale apiece for all those ships; so we carried sail
again to the westward, running down the equator to the longitude of 120
to 130 degrees west. Here we met with good success, taking some four
hundred barrels in the next four months. We spoke perhaps a dozen ships
during that time, and all were doing a fair season's work.

No incident of note occurred during this pleasant cruise, till near
the end of it; in fact, we had already kept off to make a port at one
of the Marquesas Islands, which lay conveniently under our lee. A
school of bonitas or "skipjacks," as we more commonly call them, had
attached themselves to us, and kept company for several days. These
fish cannot be said to _follow_ a ship, but rather lead, for they
almost invariably keep ahead of her, sporting around the bow. We were
running perhaps four or five knots an hour with moderate trades, and
the fish were gambolling ahead of us, as usual, when Manoel, in the
fore-topgallant crosstrees, sung out:

"Bill-fish!"

"Whereaway?" asked the mate.

"Little on weather bow," said Manoel. "He come this way. Chase that
skeep_shack_."

"O, I see him!" said Father Grafton. "Give me an iron here! Never mind,
here's the porpoise-iron, all rigged! Get another iron, Blacksmith, and
look out for him!"

The bonitas had taken alarm, and were darting here and there, and
leaping into the air to escape their natural enemy, whose method of
attack is to make a sudden dart at his victim and impale him upon his
bill or sword, which projects in a straight line ahead of him. All the
watch on deck were collected at the bow to witness the sport, and the
irons were ready, if the opportunity offered, to transfix him, even as
he would the bonita. Suddenly, after having paused a moment as if to
make sure of his aim, he made a dart towards the ship with the speed
of lightning; the wily bonita eluded him by leaping above the surface
just in time, and the bill-fish disappeared in the swash under the
ship's bows. Father Grafton darted at him as he flew past, but missed
him; a slight jar was perceptible to us on deck, as though the ship had
hit some small, hard object, and the fish rose to the surface under
the fore-chains, quivering in the agony of death, his bill broken off
short up to his head! No time was lost in bringing the ship to the
wind, and lowering a boat; and we soon secured the fish and took him in
on deck.

"How did he break his bill off so short?" I asked, innocently.

"He has run it into the ship, of course," said Father Grafton. "His
bill is probably sticking in our bows under water. I hope it will caulk
its own hole tight. Rig the pump there, a couple of ye, and try her."

We did so, and found we had started a small leak; at least, we found
more water than usual, though it was difficult to tell immediately.
A few hours hence we could judge better. The mate and I went into
the forepeak with a light, and after moving a lot of wood and empty
breakers, we found what we were in search of; the end of the bill,
projecting full six inches through the ceiling or inside planking of
the bows: the bone, bare and smooth as if polished with sand paper. Of
course we could tell nothing about the leak from the inside, except
that we could hear the water trickling down between the timbers. The
old man came down and had a look at it and estimated it to be about
three feet below the water line.

"If so," said he, "we can stop the leak ourselves in any smooth harbor
where we can get her head up and trim her stern down. There is no fear
of its working loose as long as the wood is new and sound round it. The
leak is not a serious one, to be sure, but it is enough to annoy us all
the time and make considerable work, and a kind of work, too, that no
sailor is fond of. We must try, when we get in, and see what we can do
with it."

It was found after a few hours' trial, that the leak was about a
hundred and fifty strokes an hour. Of course, the conversation, in our
hours of leisure at night, turned upon the occurrence of the day, and
several instances were cited which were known to have occurred, of a
character similar to this. The mate had known two or three cases of the
kind, and had seen a section of timber preserved in a museum at home
just as it was sawed out when the ship was repaired, the bill still in
the wood and projecting both sides. The cooper, of course, had known
numerous instances; in fact, his experience went to show that it was
quite an ordinary thing for ships to be "stabbed," as he termed it.
And as for the leak, that was a mere trifle, "hardly enough to keep
her sweet," the cooper said. "Why, when I was on the Banks," said he,
"in the old Harbinger, she leaked so that the pumps were going all
the time, and the crew got completely worn out; and at last the old
man, who was a sort of natural mechanic, invented and rigged a kind of
windmill up in the maintop, that would keep both pumps in operation as
long as there was any breeze."

"And how did you manage it in a calm?" I asked.

"That's the beauty of it," replied the cooper. "We attached a crank to
the shaft of the mill, and a long iron rod came down on deck, and was
worked by a couple of men on a big treadle."

"And how did you like the treadmill exercise?" inquired the mate.

"That was pretty hard work; and you may depend we were glad enough to
see a breeze coming to drive the vanes. But it was better than working
brakes by hand, which would have kept four men at work, to man both
pumps."

"Then you mean to say that both pumps were going all the time?" said
Mr. Bunker.

"Certainly," returned the cooper. "And she leaked at the same rate
all the time; no more when pitching in a gale of wind than when lying
becalmed in smooth water; and no more at the end of the voyage than
when six weeks out from home, which was the time that the leak first
started. Why, she leaked so that when we were crossing the tropical
latitudes, we used frequently to pump live flying fish! and once or
twice the pumps got completely choked with Portuguese men-of-war!"

"That's nothing at all!" put in the second mate, who happened to be
within hearing. "I've heard say that, on board the old Yorkshire, they
used to take off the lower-deck hatches, sit on the combings, and fish
for skipjacks and albicore in the hold!"

"Yes! fish for them, indeed," said the cooper, "but did they catch any?"

"I've heard say they did," said Mr. Dunham. "I didn't see this myself."

"O, you've heard say!" returned the cooper, with a sneer. "Well, I
_did_ see this myself, that I've been telling you; and what I've _seen_
I _know_."

A few days' run brought us among the Marquesas, and, after sending
a boat to reconnoitre, we took the ship in, and came to anchor in
the bay of Hanayapa on the north side of Ohevihoa, an island better
known by the name of Dominica, given to it by the Spanish discoverer,
Mendana, in 1597. We found good anchorage in thirteen fathoms, and a
convenient watering place. A native came on board while we were yet
outside, who had served some time on board a whaleship, and spoke
English tolerably well. He made a pressing offer of his services as
interpreter and trading-master, which position he had filled for
many other ships, and produced a dirty bundle of certificates and
recommendations, signed by various whaling captains, some of which were
highly satisfactory, and others, to say the least, somewhat equivocal;
as the thus:

"This may certify that the bearer, Jack Bailey, has been interpreter
and trading-master for me during my stay at this place, and I would
recommend all other shipmasters who may anchor here to employ him--if
they cannot do better." Or, again, "The bearer, Jack Bailey, has worked
for me as interpreter and go-between with the natives for these ten
days past; and those shipmasters who may hereafter employ him for the
same length of time--will know him as well as I do."

He was equally proud of all these testimonials, and as none of them
gave him a positively bad name, and there appeared to be no opposition
candidate in the field, his services were engaged, and he brought
with him four young natives to row the boat about for him on trading
excursions, etc. He seemed to have a realizing sense of the dignity
of his official position, and was very desirous of being addressed as
_Mr._ Bailey.

"All right," said the old man. "If you'll serve me any the better for
it, I'll call you _Captain_ Bailey, or even _Admiral_ Bailey."

Our first business, after landing a large lot of empty casks to be
filled with water, was to find our leak and stop it. We "broke out"
everything of a heavy nature from the forehold, and stowed it away aft,
roused the bights of the chain cables aft; the six-pounder gun, the
blubber-hooks and other ponderous articles were collected as near the
taffrail as possible, and heavy casks of water were hoisted and slung
to the stern. We finally succeeded in raising her head so as to bring
the leak out of water, and, taking advantage of a smooth time, we cut
out a piece of the planking, which was split and shattered somewhat,
and replaced it by a new piece, caulking round it so as to make all
fair and tight as ever. It was found that the bill, after passing, of
course, through the copper, sheathing-boards and outside planking,
had pierced obliquely through the corners of two timbers, and then
through the ceiling, also of heavy plank, and into the hold, as before
mentioned. The muscular power necessary to pierce a ship in this manner
seems hardly credible in an animal no larger than the bill-fish, but
the facts are well attested in numerous similar cases. In our case, it
must be remembered that the ship was moving in an opposite direction,
meeting the fish "head to head," which, of course, greatly increased
the momentum.

We had finished the job, repaired the sheathing and copper as well,
and were about ready to stow back the forehold, and begin trimming the
ship to her old bearings, when a canoe came alongside containing two
natives and a white man, from a settlement called Hanarora, a few miles
to leeward. This white man represented to Captain Upton that they had
some hogs and fowl to dispose of at his village, as well as plenty of
fruit and cocoanuts, and persuaded the old man to go down there with
the boat. It was observable that from the arrival of this white man,
Mr. Bailey became a victim of ill-concealed jealousy, and evidently
disliked the idea of the captain going down to the leeward with this
interloper, instead of going up to Hanaca-oa, as had been arranged.
This was the village where Bailey lived, and the old man had been there
with him two or three times and made some traffic with his tribe, but
was not so successful as he wished, and it appeared that the natives
were disposed to hold back their "truck" to get higher prices. He now
pacified him as well as possible, telling him he wished him to go, as
promised, up to his own settlement, and would send an officer with him;
while he himself would go down to Hanarora in another boat, with the
white "beach-comber." He appeared well satisfied with this arrangement;
and, not wishing to spare either of the mates from the ship at the
time, the captain ordered me to go with Bailey up to Hana-ca-oa: and,
said he;

"Take the Kanaka, Peter, with you; he understands the language pretty
well, and likes to go on these boat cruises. That will be enough, with
_Admiral_ Bailey and his crew."

The two boats left the ship about the same time, the captain setting
his sail after we passed out of the mouth of the harbor, and running
down to the leeward, while we took to our oars, pulling up along shore
against the trade-wind. It might have been three miles by water up
to Hana-ca-oa, and rounding the rocky bluff, we pulled into a bend
or bight of no great depth, and having no shelter to make a safe and
convenient ship harbor. There was a handsome beach at the head of the
bay, but the surf rolled in upon it with considerable force. Still
there was no danger at this time in landing a whaleboat, if she were
well handled. Mr. Bailey had the steering-oar, and as the boat rose
upon the roller, she sheared nearly broadside on. I sprung to help
Bailey, and succeeded in heading her in for the beach again, so that
she was thrown ashore without damage beyond shipping a little water. We
soon pulled her up high and dry on the rise of the beach, and passed
out the articles of traffic that we had brought with us. I noticed
that Bailey seemed much vexed at the manner of landing the boat, but
supposed the boat had taken a shear, and got the advantage of him; an
accident liable to have happened to myself or to any other man.

At his suggestion, we carried the articles taken from the boat up to a
shady spot among a grove of cocoanut trees but a short distance from
the water. This was the trading-ground, or market where the barter was
to be carried on. Very few natives had made their appearance, and
these few brought nothing to sell. But Bailey gave me to understand
that they would not bring their hogs or fruit for sale till after
the sun went down more, for it was then but little after noon; and
suggested that we should carry the articles up to his house, which he
pointed out at no great distance. So we gathered up the "trade," and
backed the whole up to the "thatched cottage," where an old man was
sitting in the doorway, whom Bailey introduced to me as his father.
There was no disputing the family resemblance; I had no doubt that he
was Mr. Bailey, senior. We passed all the things into the house; and
I entered with Bailey to see that they were all right and ready for
market. We had two old flintlock muskets which might have done good
service at Bunker Hill or the Cowpens, and could perhaps be discharged
now by putting a live coal of fire into the "pan," though I have
no doubt the butt was the most dangerous end of them considered as
weapons; about a dozen "cast steel" hatchets, three or four pieces
of cheap cottons and prints, and some thirty pounds of very ancient
"nigger-head" tobacco. I accepted a very cordial invitation from Mr.
Bailey to take a seat upon the mat between him and his venerable
parent, whose dim eyes were, for the most part, fixed in speechless
admiration upon the treasures I have mentioned. Bailey had closed the
door after us, and taken a seat on the mat; and now for the first time
he threw aside the mask.

"What for cap'n go Hanarora," said he, "with white man?"

"I don't know," said I. "Because he wanted to, I suppose. He has a
roving commission, I presume, to go where he likes."

"Well," said Mr. Bailey, pointing to the heap of goods on the floor, "I
got these tings, now, I goin' keep 'em."

The old gentleman nodded his head in silent approval.

"I got _you_ here too. I goin' keep _you_."

"The deuce you are!" said I, without waiting for the old man's opinion
on this point. "We'll see about that."

I made a dash for the door; my would-be jailor did the same; we both
seized it, pulling opposite ways, but I proved the stronger! I pushed
him aside, flung the door open, and bounded out into the footpath. The
whole thing had flashed upon me at once! I now understood that his
intention had been to capsize the boat in the surf, making it appear
accidental; and his vexation arose from his failure to beach her
broadside on, as he had meant to do. As I struck into the path leading
towards the landing I encountered Peter, the Mani Kanaka, coming out of
the bypath through the bushes. He, too, had smelt treachery in the air.

"Where Bailey?" said he.

"In his house," said I, as I hurried along the path. "Come on, let's go
to the boat."

"Where four Kanaka pull boat?" asked Peter.

"I don't know," said I. "I haven't seen 'em."

"Where trade? gun--hatchet--tobacker?"

"In Bailey's house. He has taken that. He tried to take me, too."

Just then a single savage, evidently a person of note, hideously
tattooed, dashed diagonally across the path ahead of us, and into the
bushes, heading for the beach by a short cut. Peter whipped out his
sheath-knife, and gave chase, I followed, shouting to him to stop;
which he did, seeing that pursuit was hopeless.

"What would you do with that knife, Peter?" I said.

"Cut him," answered my Kanaka, dryly.

"If you did so our lives would not be worth a straw. Put up your knife,
Peter; we can do nothing fighting against a whole tribe of these
scoundrels."

As we emerged from the bushes upon the open sward, we came in full
view of a crowd of savages, numbering two or three hundred, collected
around and near our boat, which had been hauled up still higher on the
beach. It was ominous of evil that no women or children were to be
seen. Nearly all the men were armed, some with weapons of their own
manufacture, and a few with guns; but I was surprised at the number of
whale-lances, broken off in the shank and fitted into poles. We held
our way directly to the boat, and seizing the gunwale, I made signs
for help to shove her into the water. Several laid hold with me, but
a still larger number pulled up the beach instead of down, and it was
soon evident that the stronger party were in favor of keeping the
boat. I had hoped that they would have been content with seizing the
goods at Bailey's house, and letting us go with our boat; for Peter
and myself could have worked our way back to the ship; but I now gave
up this hope; and gave my attention to their noisy conference, trying
to make out by my own observation, as well as by what Peter could
understand and interpret, the intention of the savages in regard to
ourselves. They seemed to be much divided in opinion; some wished to
shove the boat off for us, and let us go; some few warriors of the old
school were in favor of killing us; but the large majority advocated
the middle course of holding both men and boat for ransom. My feelings
may be imagined, as I sat on the ground, waiting to know my doom at
the hands of the yelling savages, who were gesticulating furiously
around me, and brandishing their ugly weapons in the excitement of
controversy. I was, from time to time, assured of my safety by Peter,
who took the matter more coolly than I did, as he understood not only
the language, but the character of the people much better than I.

"He no kill," said Peter. "He no hurt. He keep boat, keep man--make old
man pay plenty gun--hatchet--tobacka."

But now a new motion seemed to have been made, and to have been
received with favor, and Peter himself entered warmly into the
discussion. After expressing himself in a very decided manner, he
suddenly threw himself down on the beach by my side, seized my hand
in his, still protesting in his own guttural tongue. The Marquesans
and Hawaians both speak dialects of the same language, and have no
difficulty in understanding each other.

"What's the matter, Peter? What do they want now?" I inquired,
anxiously of course.

"He say let _me_ go ship--see old man--keep _you_ here--me no like--me
tell him you all'e same my brother; spose keep you keep me, too."

I could not fail to be touched by this proof of devotion in Peter, who
having his own personal safety assured him, refused to abandon me; and
I endeavored, as far as possible, to make him understand my feelings.
I congratulated myself that he was with me. His stubborn firmness, in
so stoutly refusing to go to the ship and leave me in their hands,
again threw them back upon their old disputes, and the discord became
greater than before. A large number favored letting both of us go free,
to return to the ship by land; and this party was evidently gaining
ground.



CHAPTER XV.

ESCAPE FROM THE SAVAGES.--RECOVERY OF THE BOAT.--MAGICAL EFFECTS OF
LYNCH LAW.


This division of opinion among the barbarians was a circumstance in our
favor; and some of them made signals aside to us to go, slyly swinging
their hands in the direction of Hanayapa, where the ship lay. Indeed,
we were even then gradually edging away from the crowd; for Peter
had seized the right moment, while the confusion was at its height,
and saying to me "Come," we continued moving carelessly along the
beach, and, as we perceived we were not followed, we almost insensibly
quickened our pace, looking behind us anxiously, and then starting on,
satisfied from the violence of the clamor, that the natives would not
soon agree upon their plan of action, and knowing that each moment was
precious to us. Some still waved us on; while others beckoned us back
again, and even made starts in pursuit, but were accompanied and headed
off by men of the other party, when all would again come to a halt, and
renew the war of words and gestures. In this way we had increased our
distance to perhaps three hundred yards, when I said to Peter:

"Don't you think we could make a push over the mountains inland, and
find our way to the ship?"

"No good," said my companion shortly. "Keep on beach--climb over
rock--come to 'noder beach--follow water."

I relied upon his judgment. Indeed this was the safer course for us,
for, as soon as we gained the summit of the rocky bluff, or spur, which
rose in our path, we should have the ship in sight, and could shape
our course with some certainty. We pushed on at a jog-trot now, not
daring yet to break into a run, and wishing to reserve our strength for
the time when we should be obliged to climb the rocks. We had nearly
reached the foot of the cliff when Peter suddenly said to me, "Look!
he come!" I turned my head, and saw that we had no time to lose. The
savages were starting in pursuit, and the party who were determined on
our captivity appeared to be now in the ascendancy, as we knew by the
proud bearing of their leader and chief-spokesman, a tall, athletic
chief, who, with his highly polished lance poised in air was striding
in advance of all the rest. Loud yells rose from the throats of the
party, as they beckoned for us to halt, and come back; but neither
I nor my Kanaka shipmate could see the propriety of again placing
ourselves voluntarily at their mercy, now that we had so much the start
in the race.

"Now," said Peter as we reached the end of the beach, "keep close
togedder. We go up rock--go alongside of it--keep near water."

We sprang up the hill, and followed round the face of the bluff, making
sometimes rapid progress for a minute or two and then obliged to ascend
and descend and pass places where there was but little foothold.
Our pursuers, seeing themselves cheated of their prey, redoubled
their efforts to overtake us; and I had the satisfaction of knowing
that they were especially anxious to capture _me_; as being a white
man, and withal a petty officer, they could demand a high ransom. I
was determined they should have no easy task of it, and I could see
that the Hawaian was equally resolved not to be taken without making
a desperate fight. Our zigzag route had carried us gradually upward
till we were now some three hundred feet above the sea, and had got
among bushes which grew thickly in some spots; while here and there a
stunted cocoanut-tree forced itself up, seeming to grow almost from
a foundation of rocks. I looked round to survey the situation. The
greater number of the yelling devils had halted at the base of the
cliff, and with loud cries were urging on a few of the fastest and
strongest, who still continued the chase. The tall chief was still
further in the lead than before, having distanced all others, and it
was plain that he was rapidly gaining. I could see his lance gleam
in the sunshine, and this was the weapon I most feared. The man next
in rear of him was armed with a musket, but I gave myself little
uneasiness about their fire-arms, as I held the quality of both guns
and marksmen in contempt.

We pushed on, doing our best, and taking every possible advantage
of the nature of the ground; but, ever and anon, as I glanced over
my shoulder, the lance gleamed brighter, and the tall savage was
lessening the little distance that separated us. I saw Peter's hand
feel for his sheath-knife, to assure himself that it was ready for
action; his breath came short and quick from his exertions, and still
more from excitement at the certainty of being soon brought to bay.
Suddenly his face lighted, and his nostrils seemed to be doubled in
size.

"See rock ahead?" said he, pointing with his hand.

"Yes," answered I, pantingly. "What then?"

"Fight there. Odder side of it."

Volumes could not have said more. His whole plan was at once unfolded,
as he picked up a sapling of convenient size to be used as an offensive
weapon.

The rock of which he spoke projected outward from the face of the
hill, which was here steeply inclined, and, to double round it, it was
necessary to descend a short distance, and after passing it, to climb
up again. We passed it, and Peter turning the corner, halted short, and
struck an attitude showing that he meant to meet the enemy with the
_end_ of his sapling, to _harpoon_ him, as it were, instead of swinging
a blow at him. He crouched close to the rock, saying in a low, quick
tone:

"Stand behind me--give me room for dart; get nodder stick--big stone
all 'e same. If I miss him, stand by to give it to him."

Nothing could have been better planned; as the pursuing savage could
not see him until their faces were close together, Peter having all the
advantage of the higher position. Arming myself with a fragment of rock
of convenient weight, I crouched a little up the hill in rear of my
comrade, just giving him room to draw back his heavy pole.

[Illustration: ESCAPE FROM SAVAGES. Page 185.]

We had not long to wait, ere the hard breathing of the infuriated chief
was audible as he struggled round under the lee of the projecting
boulder. Peter drew back his weapon at a poise, and planted his feet
more firmly, while I closed up a little with my stone in reserve. The
horrible tattooed face rose into view like Banquo's ghost. Too late he
perceived the _ruse_ of the wily Hawaian, and vainly struggled to bring
his lance to bear; the sapling met him full in the face with terrific
force, and he was hurled backwards down the declivity, receiving my
stone full in his naked breast as he fell. He did not go far, for a
ledge some ten feet below, brought him up; but I can never forget the
appearance of his crushed and bleeding face upturned to us. His lance,
thrown from his hand, had stuck in a turfy spot, and seizing this
weapon, I now felt tolerably safe from direct pursuit, though I was
still a little apprehensive of some flank movement from the mountain
above.

We struggled on, but as we advanced, we found we were coming where the
face of the precipice was impassable, and there was no course for us
but to make our way upward to the summit of the mountain. We soon after
heard voices, as of men cowering above us, and presently we were hailed
to "come up there!" I understood thus much of the Marquesan gibberish;
but the idea of a flank attack instantly recurred to my mind, and I
dreaded lest we had now fallen into a snare where the advantages were
with the enemy, he being above instead of beneath us. But Peter had
already answered the hail, and after a few sentences were interchanged,
he started directly upward, saying to me, "All right! Come on!" Again
I trusted to his knowledge and sagacity, and followed without further
question; though still keeping my lance ready for immediate use, if
necessary to defend myself.

My fears were soon allayed, however; for four men dressed in shirts and
trousers like seamen, emerged into view on a ledge or terrace above
us, whom I recognized as the boat's crew, whom Bailey had employed. Up
to this time nothing had been seen of these men, or of Bailey himself,
since I pushed my way out of his house.

These men all belonged to the tribe of Hanayapa, where the ship lay,
and were now on their way home to their own village, bearing some of
the hatchets, cloth and tobacco with them, and filled with indignation
at their employer, who had failed to satisfy them in the distribution
of the plunder. They were, of course, ready to befriend us, and to
pilot us back to the ship; taking every occasion to make their peace
with us, and to vent their virtuous indignation by denouncing all the
tribe to windward for their perfidy. "Hanaca-oa no good," was the
burden of their tale, so far as they could render it into English;
but they doubtless ran through their whole vocabulary of guttural
adjectives for the benefit of my companion. They, of course, knew
nothing of our fight with the colossal chief on the cliff, and we did
not enlighten them at present; but when they inquired where I got the
lance, Peter gave them to understand that I had seized it from the
ground when we first started to make our escape. They had come by a
path which wound over the mountain inland, but hereabouts it struck
nearer the brow of the cliff, and through the openings in the bushes
they had seen us beneath them some time before they could be seen
themselves.

A short distance further on, the path wound over a high pinnacle from
which we could look down upon the bay of Hanayapa, and the gallant
Arethusa riding at anchor; while our boat could be seen like a speck,
coming round the bluff that formed the other side of the harbor's
mouth, pulling up from Hanarora. A rugged and circuitous route carried
us down into the valley, and a canoe was soon found by our four
friends. Before sundown we were once more on the deck of our floating
home.

The old man was highly indignant on hearing the particulars of our
story, and it would have fared hard with the traitor Bailey, could
he have laid hands on him at that time. The goods carried ashore for
traffic were of no great value, and were doubtless, ere this time,
divided up and scattered beyond all hope of recovery; but the boat
was of more importance to us, and was not to be relinquished without
an effort to recover her. In the mean time, as it was uncertain what
trouble might grow out of the affair, all haste was made to get
the forehold stowed off, and trim the ship so as to be in working
condition. We worked like beavers the greater part of the night, and
were ready before morning to get under way, except that our water
casks were still on shore, most of them being ready filled. We knew not
how far to trust the chief or king of the tribe of Hanayapa. It was
uncertain whether he would use his influence to assist us in recovering
our boat, or whether he would sustain his brother potentate at
Hanaca-oa in keeping her from us. His canoe was alongside of us bright
and early in the morning, and he expressed the greatest indignation at
the other tribe, and professed his willingness to aid us in recovering
the boat, even by force, if necessary.

While the king was on board, the boats were sent in to the
watering-place to fill and raft off as fast as possible, as we should
be perfectly secure from attack while the king and his suite were
detained on board as hostages. Our water was all off and hoisted in on
deck, in a couple of hours; and now the boat was manned for Hanaca-oa,
taking the king with us in the boat, and his canoe following us. We
learned from the king that the chief whom Peter had knocked down the
cliff was still alive, and would probably recover; but I felt certain
that, if he did, the lines of beauty in the ornamental work of his
face were forever spoiled, and its former hideousness was intensified
tenfold.

We did not leave the ship without taking some precautionary measures,
notwithstanding the apparent friendship of the king. If he really was
acting in good faith, we desired to remain two or three days more at
the anchorage, as we had not yet obtained what we wanted in the way of
provisions. But preparations had been made for immediate departure in
case it should be found that we were deceived in him. The chain had
been hove in nearly short during the night, and the six-pounder had
been loaded, and was ready for use if needed. The fore and maintopsails
had been loosed in the morning while the king was on board; but this
attracted no attention, as we had been in the habit of loosing some
one or two of the sails every dry day, furling them again at sundown.
Several women were on board when we left the ship, though it was
observed that the number was smaller than usual; for the females came
and went without question at all hours, having small canoes which they
managed themselves.

Strict orders had been left with Mr. Grafton, that if the boat was not
seen returning within two hours, he was to get underway and stand out,
beating up towards Hanaca-oa; and if, before that time, any suspicious
circumstance should occur, he was to fire the six-pounder as a signal
to us, and, at the same time trip his anchor and stand out. I was in
the cabin, and heard these instructions given; and it was plain to me
that the old man did not intend to waste much time in parley to recover
the boat. He had no doubt of the _power_ of our pretended friend, as
the king of the stronger tribe, and in some sense, ruler over both (as
we had learned both from Bailey and from the white man); and a very few
minutes would suffice to show whether he really meant to get her back
for us or not.

We shoved off, I being at the steering-oar, with the captain and the
king seated in front of me on a movable thwart; the king's canoe and
body-guard of six men keeping along with us. As we opened the bay of
Hanaca-oa but few natives were seen on the beach, and all appeared
quiet as usual. Our boat could be seen away up in the cocoanut-grove,
as we judged by the form of the object, though she was covered with
mats to shield her from the sun's rays. We pulled in leisurely, and
with wary eyes about us; the king seeming unusually talkative with the
old man, and sporting to the best advantage what little English he was
master of.

About half-way up the bay, on the eastern or weather side, an irregular
point of rocks made out, forming a sort of cove, opening seaward, and
observing this, I had edged the boat up towards that side of the bay.
The old man half-turned his head towards me, as he noticed this change
of course, but catching my glance, also turned his own in the same
direction. The king could not conceal his uneasiness, as he asked,
with a constrained laugh. "What for no keep off in middle? Dere good
place--land boat," not knowing that we had no intention of landing at
all. At this instant, the point of a paddle was raised above the low
rocks near the mouth of the cove, but a short distance from us. All
three of us caught sight of it; the king half-sprung to his feet in
confusion, and waved to his men in the canoe, but was seized by the old
man, and forced back to his seat, while a pistol was held at his ear.
"Lay round!" shouted the captain; but I was already anticipating the
order, and throwing her head out to sea again. As I tossed the mast
and sail into the bowman's hands, two canoes containing about thirty
armed men shot out from the cove and gave chase for a short distance,
but, seeing that we held the sovereign completely at our mercy, and
that he would be our first victim, if attacked, they rested on their
paddles. The king's canoe paddled in our wake, fast dropping astern, as
we were now moving swiftly through the water under the double impulse
of the sail and oars.

A dull report, muffled by the intervening land, was borne to our ears;
the signal agreed upon in case of any suspicious movements at Hanayapa;
and the sound lent new strength to the arms of the five oarsmen, while
the cowering king shook in his skin with fear.

"Give way, hard, men!" cried Captain Upton; "the ship will be underway
before we get there! Keep quiet, you murdering scoundrel!" he added, to
the ugly representative of fallen majesty, who had here manifested a
disposition to throw himself overboard. "If there is any blood spilled
in this matter, I'll take care that a part of it shall be royal," he
added, pushing the muzzle of the pistol fairly into his ear.

"Hurrah! here she comes!" I cried with enthusiasm, as the flying
jibboom of our noble ship projected beyond the headland now at no great
distance from us, and the graceful hull drew slowly out into view; then
moving more swiftly as she met the full power of the fresh trade wind,
a few minutes gave her a safe offing to back the maintopsail for us to
come alongside. She was under her three topsails, spanker and jib; but
hands were already aloft to loose the lighter sails, and the courses
were hanging in the buntlines.

"Keep this arch-devil secure!" said the captain, as we pushed his royal
person rather disrespectfully up the side. "As long as he is in our
hands, we hold the best card in the pack. Didn't have any harm done,
did you, Mr. Grafton?"

"No, sir; we gave 'em the slip too quick," answered the mate. "Look up
in the head of the bay there!"

We looked; sure enough, there lay a large fleet of canoes all filled
with armed men, resting, like baffled hounds; while on our weather
quarter, at a safe distance, the small canoe of the king held way with
us, uncertain whether to venture any nearer.

"Brace full and down tacks!" said the old man, as soon as the boat was
hoisted up. "Sheet home the to'gallantsails, and make sail as fast as
you can! We'll make a good stretch off shore, Mr. Grafton, so as to
fetch to windward of Hana--what's-his-name, there, Admiral Bailey's
place, I mean."

Two hours off shore under a press of canvas, and we went in stays,
"looking" well up for the eastern point of the entrance to Hanaca-oa.
The six-pounder was loaded with ball, and roused into the waist,
the gangway-board unshipped, and a block and whip rigged at the
fore-yardarm.

"What the devil is that for?" asked the cooper, of the second mate, who
was superintending these operations.

"To make fools ask questions," returned the second mate, dryly.
"There'll be another _yarn_ for you, cooper, when we get through the
scrape."

"The yarn will be well _stretched_, whether the king's neck is or not,"
said Mr. Grafton, aside to me.

"Haul the mainsail up!" shouted the old man, as we drew in shore.

"We'll stand close in under the weather-point here, and luff to in full
view of those devils on the beach there. Take that old traitor forward
to the cat-head! Haul the foresail up, so the audience can all get
their money's worth! I hope I sha'n't have to commit _regicide_," he
added, in his low dry tone, "but I want to scare him _almost_ to death."

We hove to, so as to bring our starboard "battery" to bear fairly upon
the landing-place. A plank was rigged out, the king was mounted upon it
in full sight of his subjects, and the slip-noose adjusted round his
neck. These operations produced a magical effect on shore; the savages
could be seen running distractedly about the beach, and the air was
vocal with wild yells. Presently a large party of them made a rush for
the mat-covered object up in the cocoanut-grove.

"That's the idea!" said the old man, who had his glass bearing upon
them. "Give them a shot, Mr. Dunham, to quicken their movements! We
can't afford to lie here long, waiting."

The smart report of the six-pounder rang out over the water, echoing
and re-echoing round the concave of the bay. Some thirty or forty of
the frightened barbarians picked up the boat, and started upon the run
for the beach.

"That makes them 'step lightly!'" said the old man. "Load up again, Mr.
Dunham! Powder and wad will be enough this time. Don't waste any balls
upon them."

At the second snap of the gun, our boat was coming out through the
rollers, and two canoes with her to take her in tow. The trembling
wretch was released, shorn of all his majesty for the time being. We
waifed his canoe, which was still hovering round, to come alongside.
Our boat was hoisted up on one side, while the king went down the other.

"Brail up the spanker!" said the captain. "Put your helm up there!
We'll run down to Hanarora now, and lie off and on for what we want. I
think I see Jim's canoe coming up along shore now."

It was indeed, the white man, Jim, who had come up to warn us against
treachery; but found he was too late as we had already left the
anchorage.

On coming on board, he informed us that the chief whom Peter had
punched in the face with the sapling, died the same night of his
injuries; and that the chiefs, actuated by the double motives of
revenge and plunder, had planned to get possession of the ship, and had
sent envoys to the chief at Hanarora, who declined cooperating. The
arch-traitor had accompanied us to Hanaca-oa thinking we would land
without suspicion; or, if not, he himself could go ashore there, under
pretence of getting the boat for us, and as soon as he was safe on the
beach, the attack was to be made at both places. We who were isolated
from the ship could be easily disposed of; and if we took the alarm and
tried to escape, we should be headed off by the canoes stationed in
the cove. The crews of these last had betrayed themselves by showing
the paddle in the air, but whether through carelessness, or whether
this was a signal intended only for the king's eye, Jim could not tell.
As soon as he learned this much, he had started for the ship to inform
Mr. Grafton of the danger, but was too late, the ship being under way
before he arrived.

Mr. Grafton, soon after we left the ship, feeling uneasy, went aloft
into the topmast crosstrees to make observations. On the weather side
of the bay, towards Hanarora a small river flowed down and emptied
itself, the banks of which, beyond the first bend, were overhung by
bushes of no great height, but sufficient to conceal anything in the
creek from the deck. But from his elevated perch it was possible to
overlook them; and the mate saw enough to excite his apprehension.
Several canoes passed across the creek filled with men, while he was
on the lookout, and went out of view behind the screen of bushes. He
came down on deck, and fired the gun as had been agreed upon, manning
the windlass at the same time. The anchor was just breaking ground
and the topsail-sheets being hauled home, when a shrill whistle was
heard on the beach, and looking about him, the last three women who
had remained on board were getting into their canoe. It was too late
to think of detaining them; the ship's head was swinging, and, as she
gathered headway, the flotilla of canoes hove in sight at the mouth of
the creek, making the welkin ring with the cries of baffled rage.

"Now," said the mate, "they must have known at that moment that the
plan was frustrated, and that the captain's boat had put back for the
ship. And by the way, Jim, you must have known it, too, by the time I
was under way. What kind of telegraph do you make use of here?"

"The human telegraph," said Jim. "That same whistle that you heard is
repeated along the mountain paths, all the way down to Hanarora, and on
some occasions, all round the island. The men are stationed at proper
distances so as to be within sound of each other's whistles, and the
whistle has certain variations to suit different circumstances."

"I see," said the old man, "like Nelson's repeating frigates off Cadiz,
to signalize when the French took their anchors; the main body of his
fleet being sixty miles off shore."

       *       *       *       *       *

We finished our business at Hanarora the next day, and once more made
all sail to the westward for a cruise among "The Groups."



CHAPTER XVI.

THE COOPER "ROMANCES."--INCIDENTS.--BYRON'S ISLAND.


"What did you value your life at, when the cannibals were holding their
powwow over you, the other day to Dominica?" asked the cooper, who was
whittling a charge for his pipe from a long twist of "nigger-head."

"At a very low figure," said I. "At one time I'd have been glad to sell
out at a nominal price. But do you really suppose they _are_ cannibals?"

"Of course they are," returned the cooper. "Probably one of the points
they were disputing about was, how it was best to cook and dress you."

"But Peter says they had no intention of killing us at all, and as he
understands the language, I suppose he knows best. But I confess, that
in spite of his assurances, I felt anything but safe; for at any moment
some impulsive child of nature might have driven a lance through me,
just to end the controversy."

"And don't you see," said Fisher, "that Peter's view of the matter
would partially spoil the poetry of Cooper's yarn, that he means to
found on the facts?"

"Of course," said the cooper. "There's not half as much romance in
knowing that you are to be cooped up in a bamboo calaboose, and
ransomed for old Revolutionary muskets, as there is in the other view
of the matter."

"And what may be your other view of the matter?" I asked.

"Why, in the absence of any positive knowledge, you can let the
imagination run free," said the cooper, rising to light his pipe at
the hanging lamp, and striking an attitude. "You may just suppose
yourself neatly transfixed by the javelin of a barbaric chieftain, and
your spirit passing gently away to the music of tomtoms, blending with
melodious voices chanting the wild 'hula-hula.' Then," he continued,
shaking his immense beard, as he warmed with his subject, "you are
laid out in state in the halls of the Marquesan Cæsars (or Montezumas,
if you prefer that), to grace a 'Kava feast' of princes of the blood;
you are done to a turn at the hands of the chief doctor of the palace;
and served up in curry as the leading dish at a right royal banquet,
flanked by immense bunches of the golden banana at one end, and
pyramids of bread-fruit at the other."

"Delightful!" said I. "There's nothing in Fox's Book of Martyrs half
as satisfactory--to the narrator. But, being the hero of the adventure
myself, I should vote for the calaboose and the ransom. Besides, it
would be some satisfaction to know one's precise value in this market;
just how many old flint-locks you are worth, or whether you could be
quoted at par, with old nigger-head tobacco, pound for pound."

"But, joking aside," said the cooper, "I don't, of course, know
whether that particular tribe are cannibals or not, but it is pretty
well established that there are tribes on this Marquesan group, who
deserve that name. The tribe of Taipi, in the island of Nukahiva, are
somewhat notorious in that line."

"That is the island where the French are planting a colony now, or
trying to, isn't it?" said I.

"Yes," answered the cooper. "Jim, the white man, told me they had
quite a force of troops there, and a frigate or two on this station.
But I think they will have their hands full, for these islanders are a
naturally savage race, particularly so, and warlike, too. It will not
be an easy thing to civilize them, or to subdue them either, in their
native mountains."

"Did you ever, in your own experience, have any proofs that they really
eat men at any of this group?" I asked.

"No," he replied, "I can't say that I ever did, I only give the reports
at second-hand."

"Well, Cooper," said I, "I am disappointed in you this time. I had made
up my mind to listen to marvellous tales of

  'Anthropophagi, and men whose heads
   Do grow beneath their shoulders,'"

"No," said the cooper conscientiously, "I cannot swear to the
cannibals, and I have never seen men with their heads under their
shoulders; but I've seen a tribe in New Holland with their faces
looking behind them, or the spinal column in front of them, which ever
you choose to have it."

"Which way did they walk?" I asked.

"Both ways, equally well. Like these canoes down at the groups, they
just shift their sail, and the stern becomes the bow. You should see
those Yohos out in the bush, hunting with the face turned over one
shoulder, prepared to run either way, at the shortest notice. But I
think the most diverting thing was a grand war-dance that I saw there,
a sort of forward-and-back movement that displayed their double-ender
qualities to the best advantage."

"There, that'll do, Cooper," said Fisher. "Dry up now, and turn in."

"Fact!" replied the cooper, with the utmost gravity. "You may laugh and
you may doubt, but what I've seen, I know."

The next landfall after leaving the Marquesas, was Starbuck's Island,
low and dangerous, where the captain lowered his boat and went ashore,
but found nothing of interest but an old trypot, some staves and
hoops of decayed casks, and a few other mementoes of the wreck of the
Independence, of Nantucket, which ran ashore here in the night under
full headway a few years before. The crew lived some time on this
island, being obliged to construct a substitute for a still and make
water for use from sea-water. A part of them finally made their way to
Otaheite in boats, and the rest were taken off the island by a passing
ship.

Nearly on the meridian we saw a "school of cows and calves," and here,
for the first time, I had an opportunity of seeing sperm whales "bring
to" handsomely. The second mate struck first, and his whale, after
running a short distance, stopped, and all the rest came up around him,
and lay for some time, blowing, "heads and points," while we in the
other two boats pulled on and fastened at our leisure, selecting the
largest cows. After we were well fast, instead of immediately killing
our whales, we lanced loose ones, and the sport was very exciting,
as the whales were up and down in all directions among the boats,
and some difficulty was met with from the fast whales crossing each
other's course, and thus fouling the lines. Of course many of the loose
whales which we killed were lost, as it was quite impossible to keep
the run of them all, and a freshly-killed whale cannot be seen at any
considerable distance, without a waif to indicate his whereabouts.
And here for the first time I saw the use of a contrivance called a
"waif-drug," for attaching the tell-tale flag to a whale while still
alive. A short toggle of oak is fitted firmly in the centre of a square
piece of plank, one end of the toggle is bored to step the waif-pole
in, and the other is loaded with iron sufficiently to balance but not
to sink it. This is attached by a few fathoms of line to a harpoon,
which being darted into a whale after he has been mortally wounded with
the lance, the plank drug rests flat on the surface, and the pole and
waif are kept in an upright position. Eight whales were collected and
secured as the reward of our exertions, though the whole eight yielded
but little more oil than the one taken off Juan Fernandez.

Not wishing to run too fast over the ground, we hauled on a wind
while boiling these whales; and the next day after "cooling down,"
we ran to the westward and made an island, low but well wooded; the
top-branches of the beautiful cocoanut-tree being the first object to
break the horizon line. This, the mate informed me, was Byron's Island,
the weathermost of Kingsmill's Group. Very soon the sails of numerous
canoes were to be seen approaching, for a ship can be discovered almost
as soon as she makes the land, all the islands of this group being low.
The fleet of canoes was constantly receiving fresh accessions as we
drew nearer the land, the number increasing till more than a hundred
could be counted from the deck. They worked to windward rapidly, having
immense triangular sails of matting. The first canoe that neared us
came boldly alongside, throwing a line which was caught by eager hands
on deck, for we were all on the tiptoe of curiosity to cultivate closer
acquaintance with this singular people.

"Here he comes, stem on for Dover Castle!" said the second mate, as
the canoe's bow struck in the waist with considerable force, and then,
snubbed by her warp, she swung fore and aft, while the savages, taking
the line in to one of the thwart timbers, "bowed her off" with much
skill, for the ship was going at a smart rate through the water. By
this time other canoes were crowding upon the first one, all anxious
to be the first to make a trade with us; each with a line of its own
ready to throw to us, or else clamoring for a rope's end to be thrown
from the ship. Some fell short, and the ship flew past them; but,
nothing daunted, they fell into her wake, knowing that she would heave
to soon. Some ran into others, doing considerable damage to their
frail structures and increasing the clamor and confusion. I noticed
one strapping fellow in the first canoe, who, with both hands full of
"truck," was making the most urgent signs and cries for a rope to be
thrown to him. Curious to see how he would manage, I flung him one
which he seized with his teeth, and without hesitation threw himself
overboard, still holding his wares in both hands and five or six
"sennit" hats upon his head. He swung alongside towing by the vice-like
grip of his teeth upon the rope, the ship moving at a rate that I
should suppose would have torn any white man's jaws out of his head,
unless he opened them and let go his hold. I jumped into the chains
and reaching down, managed to relieve one of his hands of its load, so
that he could have one arm and his teeth to tow by, for it was hardly
possible to get him on board until the ship's way was stopped. A canoe
was now driving right upon him, having swung in against the ship in
consequence of collision with another, but he paid little heed to her,
simply diving under and rising again the other side of her, seemingly
as much at home in the water as a porpoise.

Faster and faster the reinforcements of canoes gather, and the Babel of
guttural shouts and yells exceeds all descriptive powers. Each canoe
contains at least one representative of the gentler sex; some of them
two or three; but the women, contrary to all rules among civilized
communities, have but little to say. Crash! I run to the other side
of the deck to see what has happened; an unfortunate canoe has filled
and swamped alongside, torn her thwart out by the strain upon the warp,
and the apparent wreck is drifting into our wake, the crew swimming
off with her, for the women are as amphibious as the men, their yells
rise louder than ever, while screams of derisive laughter greet them on
every side from their unsympathizing consorts. As Manoel the Portuguese
expressively says, it is "every man for myself" in this crowd. Anxious
to know how they will conduct under these circumstances, I jump up on
the shearpole and follow them with my eye. As soon as they wind their
way out of the thickest crowd of the pursuing canoes, they seize their
own by the head and stern, and shooting her violently fore and aft a
few times, she slops about half the water out over the two ends; a man
then jumps lightly into her, and commences baling; soon she will bear
another man; and it is not many minutes ere she takes her place in the
fleet, though now occupying a rear position, a bit of seizing stuff
completes her repairs, and they are after us again, joining in the
general laugh, and eager as ever.

"Haul the mainsail up! and square the main yard!" cries the old man
with a desperate effort to make himself heard above the clamor and din.

The orders are repeated by the mates, and the ship is soon hove to,
the canoes closing up around us. Everything of a portable nature has
been picked up about the decks, and stowed away out of reach, for all
savages are known to be adepts at thieving; indeed their exploits in
this way would do honor to the most expert "professionals" in England
or America.

Some caution against treachery is also necessary at all times in
dealing with these people, though, as a general rule, where they come
without arms, and accompanied by women and children, no danger is to be
apprehended.

As soon as the ship's way was stopped, the islanders poured in over the
rail in vast numbers, and a brisk traffic was carried on for cocoanut,
mats, hats, shells, etc. Tobacco was the precious metal and root of all
evil with this people. Iron they seemed to care very little for, unless
an opportunity offered to steal it, but "tabahky" was the very goal of
their desires, and for this they would barter soul and body. Articles
of clothing were in no request; indeed they offered some for sale for
bits of tobacco, having probably stolen them from previous visitors.
The costumes of these natives are exceedingly light and airy, the men
having absolutely no covering beyond what Nature has provided; while
the females were restricted to a single garment not unlike the Highland
philibeg, the material being grass or seaweed.

More canoes kept paddling up alongside, and attaching themselves to the
offside of the first comers, till the ship was surrounded with them
several tiers deep, extending to a considerable distance; for these
crafts occupy much space in beam, not so much from the size of the boat
itself, as of the bulky "outrigger" built out one side to balance her
when carrying sail. These islands produce no trees suitable for making
"dug-outs" of any considerable size, and the canoes are built of little
pieces of wood, hundreds of pieces in a single craft, holes being made
near the edges, and the pieces lashed together with innumerable little
"seizings," a sort of mortar or white cement is plastered on to fill
up the numerous joints, and the still more numerous little holes for
the lashings. This only partially answers the purpose; for though the
boats are not deficient in the qualities of speed and buoyancy, they
are never tight, and one man is kept almost constantly baling. The
lashings, as well as all their ropes, some of considerable size, are
ingeniously twisted from the fibrous outside or husk of the cocoanut.

Two white men came on board, one of whom had been here several years,
and had become quite domesticated. He seemed to have considerable
influence among the natives, and doubtless was as arrant a savage as
any of them when on shore. This man told me that the work of building
canoes was constantly going on at their naval dockyard, and that he
could hardly perceive the progress made from day to day; several months
being consumed in finishing one of them. And no more work is done to
them than is absolutely necessary to fit them for service, for the
people evince none of the artistic skill and taste in ornamenting their
vessels, for which many other of the Polynesian tribes are noted.

The man whom I had assisted by throwing him a rope, and relieving him
of a part of his load, attached himself particularly to me, and we
drove a smart barter trade, highly satisfactory to both parties. He
soon gave me further evidence of his powers of jaw, as, laughing at my
bungling attempts to husk a cocoanut with an axe, he seized the whole
bunch of nuts, and jerked the husks all off with his teeth, in less
time than I should have taken to finish one, considering his services
amply rewarded with a morsel of "tabahky." I bought all his stock of
mats, and as many of the hats as I could adapt to my very accommodating
head, in other words, all which were not more than eleven sizes too big
for me. The next thing produced for my inspection was a cocoanut shell,
filled with a sort of syrup, into which he run his finger and sucked it
with infinite gusto, at the same time tempting me to do likewise.

"Id-id-ee tikee-moee-moee!" he yelled.

"What the devil is that?" said I.

"Tikee-moee-moee?" he repeated. "Tabahky!"

I found this a very nice article, light in color, clear and thick, not
unlike honey. I bought it eagerly, and gave my friend to understand
I would like to have more. In less than ten minutes he had brought
me more than a dozen, which I purchased at sight of the shells, and
carried below. I discovered the next day when too late, that only the
first one was worth eating, the rest appearing to be about equally
compounded of very black molasses and sea-water.

I made my out-door agent understand that I wanted to collect shells,
showing him one as a specimen. He rushed to the side, shouting to his
comrade in the canoe, "Teroot!" and returned with a few which were
not worth much. My "wants" having been thus advertised, I was beset
with cries of "Teroot!" for the next half-hour; for every barbarian
pedler who had a beech-worn shell or fragment of a shell to dispose of,
pushed it into my face with the same war-cry. I selected a few, which I
thought worthy to be added to my collection. But I was by no means rid
of the rest, after so doing; for I was pursued from post to pillar, and
the same specimens, transferred to different hands, loomed before my
eyes dozens of times, with the savage cry "Teroot! Tabahky!"

"I'm sayin', ould chap, what's the matter wid y'er leg?" said the voice
of Farrell near me.

I turned and saw an elderly, grave looking man climbing in over the
rail. As he landed on deck, he presented a singular phenomenon; having
one well-proportioned leg of the natural size, while the other one at
the calf would have filled a deck-bucket.

"Say, ould chap, what ails y'er leg?" repeated the Irishman.

"Ididee tikee-nut!" shouted the old man, holding up over his head a
bunch of nuts, knotted together by strips of the husk.

"Ah! the divil take your tikeenuts, it's your leg I'm looking at. Who
ever saw the likes?"

"Tabahky!" roared the venerable savage, keeping an eye to business.

"What made y'er leg swell that big?" pursued Farrell.

"Tikee moee moee!" was the answer, in a voice of thunder.

"An' sure, I'll ate none of it, if it has that effect."

"Why," said the cooper, "don't you see, he's got the 'fay-fay.' There's
plenty of that disease on these islands. There's a man in that canoe
under the quarter there with one of his arms puffed up bigger than my
body; you can see it wobble every time he moves. Now, twig this old
gentleman when he walks."

"Isn't it painful, do you think?" I asked.

"No, they say not, after it's swelled, and set to its full size, for I
believe it's never cured. It is common on many islands in the Pacific,
and at Rotumah, particularly so. Most of the white men have it there,
that is, those who have lived there any length of time. It is caused by
the diet, I suppose."

"Yes, that's what the ould chap tould me, 'twas the tikeenuts and that
swate tracle stuff made it swell," said Farrell.

"Mr. Grafton, we must get rid of these canoes now as fast as possible.
We can't afford to drift any more. Brace full the mainyard and down
tacks!" said the captain. "They must take care of their own canoes."

This manoeuvre produced some commotion among the visitors, and
scattered the greater part of them. Some who had not been fortunate
enough to dispose of all their wares, still hung on, offering goods at
very low prices to close out the stock.

"Keep cool, don't drive them," said the mate. "I'll get clear of them
all, in a minute."

He went down below, and soon returned with a musket, which he pointed
in the air over their heads, and pulled the trigger. A stampede ensued,
and a rapid succession of plunges overboard as well as into the
canoes, soon cleared the deck of all the frightened savages; and the
fleet were soon standing in for the land, presenting a picturesque and
beautiful view, as the declining sun shone upon the numerous triangular
sails and flashing paddles; while we hugged the wind under all sail to
hold our weather position.



CHAPTER XVII.

KINGSMILL's GROUP.--SINGULAR WHALING INCIDENT.--HARD AND FAST.--A
PERILOUS POSITION.


We now made our cruising-ground for a time among the islands of
Kingsmill's group, setting the starboard and larboard watches again,
as it was necessary to keep sail on the ship day and night, to avoid
drifting off the ground altogether. This necessity is owing not only
to the prevalence of the trade wind which blows in the same general
direction at all times, except when replaced for very short periods by
the "westerly monsoons," so called; but also to a current, varying more
or less in force, which sets to the westward all through this chain of
islands. These circumstances, in connection with the low and dangerous
character of some of the islets, as well as their uncertain position
on the charts, demanded great vigilance in the night watches, and the
strictest orders were given to the officers in this particular.

The scenes at Byron's Island were repeated at others with little
variation in general outline; for, almost as soon as land was seen,
the triangular sails would also make their appearance; and but few
days passed without communication and traffic with some of them. I
soon learned to judge of the age of a cocoanut before buying it,
for, as there is but one step from the sublime to the ridiculous,
so it requires but a short stage in the growth of the nut to change
the milk from Olympian nectar into the most insipid slops; while I
was careful not to rush blindly into _tikee moee-moee_ speculations
without investigating the matter to the very bottom. My little stock of
rarities in conchology was much augmented by small additions made at
various times; and I had rather more hats, as well as bigger ones, hung
up in my bunk, than the Arethusa had in her slopchest; for some of my
first purchases in this line would have set loosely on Daniel Lambert.

These little episodes, interspersed with the excitement of whaling
adventures, served effectually to break the monotony of a long cruise
at sea, and to make the time pass quickly and pleasantly. Sperm whales
are frequently seen, and we were successful, as a general thing,
in taking them. The whales here ran small in size; the cows seldom
yielding above twenty barrels, oftener fifteen or sixteen. Now and
then a school would be met with, accompanied by one old eighty-barrel
patriarch, or _schoolmaster_, as he might be not inaptly termed. Of
course, our principal efforts were directed to capturing this fellow,
if possible. In one instance, we succeeded quite unexpectedly, and in a
very singular manner.

We lowered in pursuit of a school of small whales, no large one having
been seen among them before we left the ship. The whales in some way
took the alarm before we got up to them, and when the mate called
me up, they had all gone down but one cow with a small calf. I drew
back my iron for a dart, but the cow had already pitched, and was too
far from me to make a safe thing of it. "Strike the calf!" said Mr.
Grafton; and, with a twinge of conscience at the cruelty of the deed, I
threw an iron at the infant whale, who seemed hardly able to carry it
off in his back. However, down he went, and we gave him line freely,
as we were fearful of drawing the iron. We felt pretty sure that when
he rose again, we should have a chance at the mother; and that chance
was good of the rest of the school "bringing to." In such a case, we
might get a good "cut" of oil, by striking a whale which, alone, was
of little or no value. He had "sounded out" forty or fifty fathoms of
line, when the strain suddenly relaxed, and the line hung slack. "We
are loose!" cried the mate, "haul in line!" then shouted to the other
two boats, who were hovering near us, to "Pull ahead!" They sprang to
their oars to take the next chance at the school when they should rise,
while we gathered in our stray line quite leisurely. Presently our
line seemed to be foul of something, which offered a strange kind of
resistance to our efforts; it did not bring up firmly, but seemed to be
grating or chafing against something, so that we still gained on it,
though making slow progress.

"What can be the matter?" I asked.

"I don't know," said Father Grafton. "I can't account for the line
acting this way." Just then there was another heavy surge upon it, then
that peculiar grating and slipping, and we got in two or three more
fathoms of it. "Something is under us," said he. "Slack line and stand
by your oars!"

We slacked away and sterned off a little. Presently there was a
commotion and lifting of the sea as it were, close ahead of us,
and with a roar as he broke water, the ponderous "junk" of a
"ninety-barreller" was forced up into view; he straightened, showing
us his vast breadth of beam, and then with a thundering flap of his
immense flukes upon the water, which half-drowned us all in the spray,
he started to windward, towing us after him! Astonishment held us all
mute for a moment, but the mate, seeing that he was fairly "harnessed,"
soon recovered his usual coolness.

"Clear away my lance!" said he to the bowman, as he placed the second
iron in the crotch ready for darting. "We're fast to him, Blacksmith,
but _how_, the Lord knows, _I_ don't. If that's the whale that you
struck, he has _grown_ out of all knowledge within a quarter of an
hour!"

The old man and second mate were coming to the rescue, having soon
perceived the state of affairs. They were as much puzzled, of course,
as we were; but, if we had hooked to the schoolmaster, that was enough
for the present. The second boat was soon fast, and when we hauled up
to lance, the mystery was explained. The large whale had fouled the
line with his lower jaw, and the strain had drawn the iron from the
little one. The monster in his struggles had rolled over and we had
been hauling the line across his jaw, till we had got the slack all
in, and the harpoon and pole had formed a toggil across his "jole" at
the corner of his mouth. In an hour's time we hauled him alongside the
ship, well pleased with the exchange we had involuntarily made of a
calf for a full-grown bull.

We had cruised this ground over, working down to leeward of Ocean and
Pleasant Islands, which lie somewhat detached from the main cluster of
the group, and, then taking the advantage of a westerly monsoon, which
brought us back to Byron's Island, we cruised it all over again. We had
taken about six hundred barrels of sperm oil, and it was nearly time
for us to be making a port, as we intended to take the next season "on
Japan."

We had been in sight of one of the islands one afternoon, and several
canoes came off for a short time, but the weather had been overcast
and rainy, and we had no observations of the sun; and as we had but an
indifferent one the day before, we were in doubt from what island the
canoes came. We knew we must be somewhere in the vicinity of Simpson's
and Henderville's Islands. The wind was light the first part of the
night, and we stood on the southern tack till midnight, when we wore
ship, and headed back to the northward. This was done in our watch,
and when we went below at three in the morning, it was cloudy weather
with light rain squalls. Nothing had been seen; the wind was light and
the sea unusually smooth, as it seemed to us, indicating that we were
under the lea of one of the islands. The second mate was cautioned
to keep a good lookout ahead and off the lee bow, and we went below,
feeling no uneasiness as it would be daylight in an hour. The captain
had been on deck at about two, and he thought from appearances and from
the strength of the current, that we must be to the westward of our
reckoning, and now under the lee of Woodle's Island, and, if so, we had
sea-room enough for the present.

The heat kept me awake for some time after I turned in, or rather lay
down on my chest-lid, for I could not endure the temperature in the
bunk, and the weather was too damp to take my jacket and pillow on
deck, or into one of the quarter-boats as I was in the habit of doing
when it was fine and dry. I could hear Mr. Dunham and Fisher moving
about and talking over me, for a short time; then all was still, and
overcome by drowsiness I fell asleep.

A trembling movement of the ship with a grinding sound beneath me
brought my feet to the floor with a bound; my trousers and hat were
seized at the same instant, and the mate, Mr. Bunker, and myself
reached the deck all at once, crowding each other on the stairs. The
captain was already there. None of us asked another what was the
matter; we seemed to wake with an instinctive understanding of the
whole truth in its painful aggregate; and our first glances around were
merely to take in the details of the situation.

Cocoanut trees were looming on the starboard bow, seeming in the gray
light to overhang the ship, and gradually receding along the beam and
quarter, as the land trended to the south-east. All was clear blue
water off the lee bow, but day had broken, and a line of cocoanut trees
against the western skies indicated another island within a few miles
off the lee beam. We had run on the lee end of one of the islands, for
the line of the reef, as marked by the color of the water, was only one
point off the port bow. A quarter of a mile more off would have carried
us all clear, and into the channel between the two. The wind was very
light, and partially embayed as we were it was so smooth that there was
little or no breaker near the ship, and she scarcely moved after the
first shock of running on the reef.

I had taken these few hasty notes while we were hauling everything in
aback, with the hope of forcing her astern, but the power of her sails
was not sufficient with so light a breeze. The pumps were tried, but
showed no leak, and the hand lead was passed along for sounding. No
questions were asked, no fault found, though we all understood well
enough how it happened. As I have before intimated, the second mate,
though so good an officer in all other respects, had the fatal weakness
of falling to sleep at his post. I knew as well as if I had seen it
myself, that after stirring about a short time and setting a lookout,
he had sat down and dropped off into the land of Nod. Of course, if the
officer of the deck sleeps, all the rest will be likely to follow his
example; Jack not being disposed to take upon himself any cares for
which an other is better paid. I have no doubt to this day, that, at
the moment the ship struck, every man was asleep, both above and below
deck, but the captain, who was just coming up the stairs.

The hand lead gave eight feet of water under the bow on the starboard
side. From this depth it was evident the reef rose abruptly; as,
ten feet ahead of us the rock was dry and our martingale was almost
touching it. Under the larboard bow we got ten feet, and a boat's
length from the ship the lead indicated five fathoms. The kedge anchor
was being prepared for service, for we could hear the voices of natives
on the beach, and doubtless the canoes would surround us as soon as
daylight should arrive, and the alarm be spread; so that whatever was
to be done must be done soon or we should have to fight an army of
hostile savages. But soundings taken thirty yards from the ship gave
sixty fathoms off the port bow, and at fifty yards distance no bottom
was reached with a hundred and fifty fathoms. No kedging could be done
in that direction to swing her bow off. We sent the boat astern with
no better success. The deep sea line failed to find any bottom, and it
was evident the ship hung by her bow only, on the very angle of a reef
which rose boldly from the depths of the ocean. Under the fore-chains
we had fourteen feet, which was enough to have floated the ship. We
had the satisfaction of knowing that a pull of a couple of fathoms in
either of two directions would place her in her native element, but how
were we to get it? Our kedge anchor was useless, owing to the great
depth of water on the off side and astern of us. A strong breeze acting
upon the head sails thrown aback would probably have done the work for
us.

Daylight, while it gave us a clear view of our position, also brought
new dangers, for several canoes were already hovering near, and others
could be seen shoving out all along the beach. We could see that the
men were all armed, and that no women were in any of the canoes. This
was sufficient evidence that they meant mischief, and would venture
an attack upon us in our crippled position, which they would not dare
make if we were under way. However, we knew their wholesome dread of
fire-arms, and trusted to be able to keep them at bay, if we could
contrive any purchase to haul the ship off the ledge. But one way of
doing this presented itself; and we at once set about the necessary
preparations for availing ourselves of it.

About two hundred yards from us, in a line nearly astern, a point or
projection of the coral reef made out in a south-west direction, the
rock being but little more than dry at high water; and in the scanty
soil on this point, three cocoanut trees had firmly rooted themselves,
one of them inclining so much seaward, that its lofty tuft of branches
must have almost brushed the sails of the ship as she passed in by
it. If a line could be carried to these trees, and brought in at the
taffrail to the capstan or windlass, we could heave the ship off,
without doubt; but the undertaking involved considerable risk. The two
cutting falls were unrove from the blocks and connected by a bend,
which formed a rope long enough for our purpose, and of sufficient
strength to bear all the strain that we should want to heave. This
was all placed in one boat, in two large coils well spread out on top
of the thwarts. Only one man was to go in this boat, at the steering
oar, and the position was assigned to me. The other two boats were
lowered, and manned with full crews, the second and third mates being
placed in command. All the fire-arms had in the mean time been loaded,
six-pounder and all; and most of the muskets were distributed in the
boats, as there was no fear of the savages making an attack on the ship
at present. They would wait to concentrate all their fighting force
before doing so.

When we had completed our preparations there were not more than twenty
canoes assembled, averaging about five men to each; and these were,
thus far, acting only as a squadron of observation; but two had made
their appearance ahead of the ship coming round the end of the reef,
being the advance guard of another fleet from the north side of the
island, while the number of triangular sails momentarily increasing off
the lee beam and quarter promised large reinforcements from the other
island. It was low tide when the ship ran ashore, and the flood was now
beginning to make; a couple of hours would, doubtless, give us water
enough to haul her off.

The second mate's boat, pulled in advance, towing the boat in which
I was steering, loaded with the hawser. Mr. Bunker, with the third
boat, followed close in my wake, as rear guard, carrying the end of a
light whale line which was paid out from the ship. The six-pounder was
trained for a covering fire, but no fire-arms were to be used, nor any
violence offered, except in case of the last necessity. The natives in
the canoes intently watched our movements, paddling a little towards
us, but resting again, as they saw the number of muskets in the two
boats. They, of course, understood our manoeuvre, but to oppose our
landing would involve more risk from the guns than they cared to run.
Thus holding them in awe, the operation was performed without a shot,
the first boat only being beached. The crew jumped out, pulled the end
of the hawser ashore by a piece of small line, hitched it securely
round two trees which grew close together, while the end of the whale
line was being bent to the other end of the coil; a wave of my hat gave
the signal to "haul away!" I laid the boat round, was taken in tow by
the third mate, and we returned to the ship paying out the hawser from
both coils at once.

When about midway between the shore and the ship, having paid all out
and thrown the bight clear of the boat, I was startled by a man under
water swimming towards the hawser. I called to Mr. Bunker to "heave
up," for it instantly occurred to me what his purpose was. He was
nearly under the head of my boat, and gradually rising towards the
surface as he approached his object. My boat-spade, keen as a razor,
with a light warp attached to it, lay convenient to my hand. I seized
it with a nervous grasp, feeling that it had fallen to my duty to shed
the first blood in this affair. The savage was coming up; already his
arm was outstretched to grasp the hawser. I could see a knife gleaming
in his other hand. My spade descended with careful aim upon his right
arm, his ugly head rose to the surface in a pool of blood, and with an
unearthly yell he struck out with one arm towards the canoes, holding
aloft the stump of the other, cut clear off between the shoulder and
the elbow!

The hawser was safe for the present; another minute and it was hauled
taut and taken to the windlass, the tension bringing it above the
surface. A boat's crew, well armed, remained on the point to protect
that end; and in order to divide it at any point, the person attempting
it must raise his head out of water and expose himself to almost
certain death; for keen eyes were sighting loaded muskets both from the
taffrail and the beach. We hove a severe strain at the windlass, but it
was evident we could not start her yet; we must wait the rise of the
tide, and, in the mean time, our chief attention must be devoted to the
protection of our hawser. If our enemies could divide this, they would
gain time and assemble a large force so as to overpower and massacre
the whole of us. The division from the north side of the island were
apparently all in sight now, and were forming a junction with their
comrades, the whole force amounting to about forty canoes with two
hundred fighting men, their arms being clubs and spears of wood, set
thickly with rows of shark's teeth. We made no attempt to prevent the
junction of the two fleets, for we did not mean to waste a charge of
powder, but reserve it for an emergency. If we could protect our hawser
and get another hour or two of flood tide, we did not fear a legion of
them when under way; and this we hoped to effect before the arrival of
the fleet from Woodle's island, which numbered some thirty canoes more.

The women and children of the island, with a few old men whose fighting
days were gone by, had all assembled on the beach at a short distance
from the ship, anxiously waiting the progress of events. They kept up a
terrible yelling and shouting to the warriors in the canoes, apparently
urging them on to attack us. After a time, becoming emboldened by
impunity, a party of them ran down on the rocks ahead of the ship, and
saluted us with a volley of stones, some of which came in over the
bows, falling among us. To get rid of this annoyance the six-pounder,
with only a charge of powder and wad was now trained in that direction
and fired over their heads. The effect was all we could have desired;
the rabble retreated to what they considered a safe distance, and
ventured no more within range.

From time to time we tried a little additional strain on the hawser,
and at length had the satisfaction of feeling the ship tremble and
waver a little under our efforts. On sounding now we found thirteen
feet as far forward as the fore-swifter, and it was evident we hung by
only a few feet of the keel from the cutwater aft.

"The hawser does not pull in the direction that we could wish it did,"
said the old man, now in consultation with the mate at the taffrail.
"It'll pull her off without doubt if we can wait half an hour or more.
But in that time, those devils will get here from Woodle's, and we
shall be surrounded with enemies. Besides, I am getting anxious about
Mr. Dunham and his crew, who are held at bay there on the point. You
see, the hawser pulls rather too much to seaward and grinds her
starboard bow hard against the ledge. I think by the feeling of her,
that if that could be slacked up suddenly her stern would swing in, and
perhaps she might slide off sideways."

"I think so too," said Mr. Grafton. "But it's a ticklish thing,
because, as soon as that hawser is slacked into the water, they'll make
an attempt to cut it, if they've got another knife among them, which is
doubtful. It would be bungling work cutting it with any of their own
instruments."

"We must risk it, at any rate," said the old man, after considering a
moment. "Those canoes will be here in a few minutes, and then we shall
have a general attack. We'll try it, and if she does not swing as we
expect we'll heave right in again, and wait the tide as we have been
doing. Stand by to come up that hawser at the windlass! Sharp eyes out
now at the taffrail! Keep your guns ready, and if you see a head come
up near that hawser, _don't miss him!_"

He waved his hand to the windlass bits; the fall "rendered" round the
barrel with a heavy surge, and the ship swung, as he had expected. Her
stern trended in shore till she was about half broadside on; and her
bow, sliding and grinding on the rocks, forced itself partly off, but
hung again, now without motion.



CHAPTER XVIII.

OFF THE ROCKS AGAIN.--A BAD LEAK.--ANECDOTES.--THE RUN TO THE CAROLINE
ISLANDS.


"We shall have to heave taut again, Mr. Grafton, and give her another
swing," said the old man. "O, if we only had another hawser to hold her
stern where it is, and take this one in on the port bow! But I don't
like to risk her to swing broadside on."

At this moment a hand grasping a knife emerged from the water, near the
middle of the hawser, and a shaggy head rose partly above the surface.
Five or six muskets cracked simultaneously both from the ship and
shore. The head and arm disappeared, and the water was discolored where
they went down. Another savage had met the reward of his rashness and
the hawser was saved again.

"They wont try that move again right away," said the old man, coolly.
"But those canoes are almost here and I am fearful for those men who
are on the point, guarding the shore end of the hawser. There she slips
a little! Do you feel that, Mr. Grafton? We must risk it. Come up the
hawser all together! Lay aft here, every man! Take the bight round
outside and lead in on the port bow! Lively, men! You're working for
your lives!"

We knew it, and needed no urging; the heavy rope was passed swiftly
from hand to hand, and brought in forward to the fore-rigging; a turn
was thrown round the windlass and the brakes were instantly in motion.
As she lay now, this was the very pull she wanted. Hardly had we
brought a strain when she began to slide and rumble under us, and a
wild hurrah burst from all our lips as she settled into her element,
and her head paid briskly off, under the power of her foretopsail. But
as she did so, her stern swung in violently, and a projecting spur of
the rock beneath the water met her under the counter, with a kind of
dull, cracking sound that came ominously to our ears.

We could not stop to think of this now. We looked astern; Mr. Dunham
was coming! He had already cut the hawser at the shore end, and his
crew were pulling the boat off by it, hand over hand, while he and
Fisher stood with muskets keeping their foes at bay; for, maddened with
rage and disappointment, they were now beginning to close in upon him.

"Brace round the yards!" roared the captain. "Steady! meet her with the
helm! Keep her right in the channel! All the muskets here now, and open
a covering fire for this boat! Pull boys! pull! We'll have you all safe
in another minute!"

We no longer thought of saving powder, but fired away among the
thickest of them. A dozen of them were killed or wounded and they soon
found the work too hot. They hauled off with hideous yells, and we took
all our men safely on board, though Fisher had a bad cut from one of
the serrated spears, and the second mate and young Black Hawk were
both severely wounded by stones, which had been hurled in great numbers
from the canoes, when they closed up around the boat.

"Is that gun loaded with ball?" asked the old man.

"Ay, ay, sir!" responded Mr. Grafton. "Say the word!"

"Luff hard, there!" said the captain. "Let her come up and shiver!
Stand by, now, when she bears right--fire! Hard up, and keep full!"

The old "persuader" did her work as effectually as at Dominica. Two
canoes were struck by the discharge, and the yells that rose from
the terrified barbarians, now joined by the advance division of the
Woodle's Island fleet, rang in our ears, but with no terrors for us,
now that we were fairly standing seaward.

"Try the pumps, now, Mr. Grafton, while I look after these wounded
men," said the captain. "I'm afraid we may have started a leak, under
the counter, but I hope not a very bad one."

The first strokes of the pump told us that his fears were not without
good foundation. The water gushed from the scuppers bright and clean!

"Get me a dry ropeyarn," said Father Grafton, quietly. "Draw the boxes,
and let's sound the well."

A plummet was soon extemporized, and lowered into the pump-well. It was
drawn carefully up again. O, how anxiously all eyes were riveted upon
it, as with suspended breath we awaited the mate's words. "Twenty-five
inches."

"That's not so bad as it might be," he said cheerfully. "It's some time
since she struck there. Rig the other pump and man them both!"

We kept both pumps going fast and strong till they sucked. We then
timed her, and when we pumped her again, we made the leak about fifteen
hundred strokes an hour.

"That will keep us pretty busy pumping," said the old man, "until we
get in somewhere where we can stop it. However, we may thank God we
came off as well as we did. We can keep the leak under till we reach
one of the Carolines, and as for the three men, I don't consider either
of them wounded seriously, though they may be disabled from duty for
some days. We'll break out in the starboard side of the run this
afternoon, and see if we can make any discoveries."

We broke out, accordingly, and judging by the sound, where the leak
was, we cut out a piece of the ceiling. We found a place crushed in
two planks in width, the broken wood still remaining, though much
shattered, and forced out of its place. With a "fothering" of canvas
and oakum, and some boards nailed to the timbers to hold all in place,
we reduced the leak considerably. This was all that could be done to
it from the inside, but we were satisfied that we could get at it, by
careening the ship in a smooth harbor, and repair it, as we did the
former leak at Hanayapa; as the timbers did not appear to be materially
injured. We timed her again in our watch that night, and found we
pumped only about nine hundred strokes an hour.

[Illustration: OFF THE ROCKS AGAIN. Page 227.]

"Well," said Father Grafton, "that's much better than fifteen hundred,
for it's a kind of labor that seamen abominate, and no wonder at it.
There's a sameness about it that is not at all agreeable. I must
say that I dislike such jobs as pumping, sawing wood, and turning
grindstones."

Of course I agreed with him entirely in this antipathy.

"I don't think," continued the mate, "that there is any other leak in
her beside that one under the counter. It's likely that the copper and
sheathing are much torn up under the bows, but the ledge appeared to be
pretty smooth, and the pumps threw no water, up to just before the time
we hauled her afloat."

"I suppose," said I, "the cooper will admit now that she leaks enough
to keep her sweet. Ah! here he is, on deck, and his pipe loaded, too.
Say, Cooper, have you seen any flying fish come from the pump yet?"

"No," answered the cooper, gruffly. "She don't leak much, now, that is,
comparatively speaking. She's _tight_, compared to the old Harbinger.
But we didn't mind it so much in those days, as we should now."

"No, that's true," said the mate, "and, to go twenty or thirty years
still further back, they minded it still less, and seemed to look
upon pumping as a matter of course, a part of the regular routine of
ship's duty. I recollect a case in point. When I was a young fellow, I
happened to be present in court when a case was being tried involving
the insurance on the ship Tarquin, sunk at sea on her homeward passage.
It appeared that the Tarquin, when off Cape Horn, leaked a smart
thousand strokes an hour; that after getting down into the trades on
the Atlantic side, they had tinkered some of their leaks, and also,
being in lighter weather, she made less water, so that they pumped only
three or four hundred strokes an hour when off Cape St. Augustine.
Well, they held on their course, and, between there and home, she gave
out entirely, and sunk from under 'em. The underwriters refused to
pay, and the ground taken by them was, that the captain ought to have
gone into a port in Brazil, and overhauled his ship. Well, several
old sea-captains were called on the stand to give their opinions. I
remember one in particular, who is still living. The question was put
to him, whether, in his judgment, it was prudent for the captain of the
Tarquin, with his ship leaking some three or four hundred strokes, and
Pernambuco under his lee, to continue on towards home? 'Prudent!' said
the old gentleman. 'Yes, why not? Why,' said he, proudly, 'I sailed out
of New Bedford in a ship leaking five hundred strokes an hour to start
on a voyage!'"

"Yes, that was in what they call, 'the good old times,'" said the
cooper. "And that reminds me of a circumstance that happened many years
ago in which an uncle of mine was one of the parties concerned. He
was homeward bound in an old ship, I think it was the Criterion. They
got in on the coast, made Block Island, and took a pilot. It came on
to blow very heavily from the northward, and they were blown off the
coast and the ship leaked so that they found it impossible to free her,
and decided that the only safety for them was to put her off before it
and run her--somewhat. Well, they let her slide to leeward with both
pumps going, and when the weather moderated, they found themselves so
far to the southward that they kept on, and made a port at the French
island of Martinique. Here they discharged the oil, hove the ship out,
stopped the leaks, and took in their cargo again. In those days, you
will remember, communications with the West Indies was not an every-day
thing as it is now, and nothing was heard from that particular island
for a long time. Well, in the mean time the pilot-boat reported putting
a pilot on board ship Criterion, off Block island, such a date. Of
course, it was supposed she had foundered in the gale, and all had
perished. Well, four months afterwards, away along in the summer, the
Criterion came down to the bar, and when my uncle went ashore he found
his wife in mourning, having given him up for dead long before."

"I believe that's a true yarn, Cooper, if you _did_ tell it," said the
mate--"This way the watch! _Pump ship!_"

We still held on our course to the westward, to make a port at one of
the Carolines or Ladrones, and made good progress with the trade winds
in our favor. Our men soon recovered from their injuries, and resumed
their duties, rather priding themselves upon the ugly scars received
in the conflict. Whether the old man ever said anything in the way of
reprimand to the second mate, I never knew. If he did, the whole matter
was kept to themselves; and, indeed, it was not his habit to find fault
with an officer in the presence or hearing of any subordinate. Perhaps
he thought it best to overlook his almost fatal want of vigilance, in
view of his gallant conduct afterwards in charge of the forlorn hope
on the point, and trusted that the peril through which he had just
passed would prove a salutary lesson to him for the future. If so, he
judged correctly, for the young officer's eyes were opened to his own
carelessness; and, in a literal sense, he kept them open the remainder
of the voyage. As I learned from others in his watch, he never was
known, after this affair, to sit down during his hours of duty at night.

"We are drawing down near to the Carolines," said the mate to me one
evening, about a week after the accident. "I think we shall make
Strong's Island to-morrow."

"Have you ever been there, sir?" I asked.

"Not to go ashore," said Mr. Grafton. "I have passed in sight of it,
and I have been in and anchored at Ascension, which is beyond it to the
northward and westward. I hear that ships visit Strong's Island quite
frequently of late. I suppose the people are similar in appearance and
character to those of Ascension. We shall reconnoitre there a little,
and perhaps the old man will decide to go in, if he finds it a good
harbor to stay our leak in; if not, we shall keep on to Ascension or
Guam."

"Are these people anything like those at Kingsmill's Group?"

"Not at all," replied the mate. "Neither in appearance, language nor
general character. There is something very interesting about them; at
least, those that I have seen at Ascension. They are handsomer, and
lighter in color than those islanders we have left behind; and they
are also more intelligent and ingenious. The women, especially, are
more delicate, with good figures; some of them are really pretty. Then,
in place of the gibberish of uncouth sounds spoken in most parts of
Polynesia, these people have a musical language, full of soft liquids
and ringing consonants, that seems more like Chinese than like anything
we are accustomed to recognize as a 'Kanaka language.'"

"Are they safe people to deal with?" I asked.

"Well, no more so than the generality of savages. Indeed I think they
are quite as treacherous, though not as hardy and warlike as Marquesans
or New Zealanders. None of these races are to be trusted, and we must
be always on our guard in our intercourse with them; treating them
well, but never placing ourselves entirely in their power."

"Power makes right, with them, as it does with civilized nations," I
answered, "and the same rule of diplomacy which you have mentioned will
apply to our dealings with the best of them, I think."

"That's true," said Father Grafton, reflectively. "I suppose, after
all, we are no better than they are, only we have a more genteel way
of doing things and do them on a larger scale. We should not kill and
eat a man or two whom we caught on board our ship; but if it suited our
purposes, we should very likely take possession of a whole island or
group of islands, and kill the people in a legal way, if they resisted;
as is being done even now, by enlightened France, at the Marquesas and
Society Islands."

"And if they don't take possession of all Oceanica," said I, "it is
only because it is not worth their while, or as we Yankees would say,
'it wont pay.'"

"Just so," assented the mate. "And if, as some think, England will
protest against this occupation by the French, it will not be because
of any injustice done to the natives but because it might be thought
dangerous to her interests to permit France to have these naval
stations in the Pacific."

"It is a delicate matter, any way," he resumed, "to do justice in
dealing with these savages. We must secure the safety of our own lives,
if possible, and of our property, too. Of course I am speaking, now,
of the case of isolated ships, like our own. It seems cruel to kill or
wound a savage for pilfering, especially when we remember that a plug
of tobacco or a knife may appear as great a treasure to his simple
mind, as a mine of gold or a fertile province to our more enlightened
capacities. And yet how else are we to prevent the annoyance, and
secure our property? We cannot reason with them, nor can we punish them
according to any civilized form of law. And if we kill or maltreat
them, it's ten to one they will retaliate upon some other white men who
may be thrown in their way at a future time. It's a difficult subject,
to make the best of it," said the mate, dismissing the matter in an
unsatisfied way, as hundreds of others have done; and taking up another.

"There is evidence to prove," said he, "that the Caroline Islands were
once inhabited by a race of people far superior to those now found
here. The ruins of a large stone building, apparently a religious
temple of some sort, still stand on the island of Ascension, away up
in the interior, showing beyond all question that those who reared it
possessed a knowledge of arts and of mechanical powers far beyond the
capacity of the present owners of the soil. I am told that similar
evidences are to be found at Strong's Island, in the form of stone
walls, running in various directions about the island, which never
could have been built by the present inhabitants."

"What account do they give of them?" I asked.

"So far as I can learn, it is as great a mystery to the present
generation of them as it is to us; and I have never heard that they
have even any traditions to account for them. But there they are," said
he, dismissing this subject, like the other, unsatisfied.

"But it is time to set these faithful pumps going again; that's a
practical matter, with not much of interesting speculation about it.
_Pump ship!_"

We made Strong's Island the next day, as expected, and running down for
it, saw two ships lying at anchor in a bay on the weather side of it,
making in from the south-east. The old man lowered his boat and went
in, leaving us to lie off and on for his return. Soon afterwards a
canoe was seen coming out with three men. They paddled alongside very
quietly, in marked contrast with the jabbering barbarians whom I had
been accustomed to hear at the other group, or even to the Portuguese
boatmen at the Azores. I was looking at them over the rail in the
waist, and wondering how the first words of their language would sound
in my ears, when the man in the head of the canoe spoke up, in clear
and distinct English, "Give us a rope, if you please." The crew of
the Topez could hardly have been more surprised when they discovered
Pitcairn's Island, and were addressed in their own language by the
descendants of the Bounty mutineers, than were we at hearing this
polite request.

The men came on board, and it appeared that they all spoke a good
smattering of English, though the first speaker took the lead, he
having made a short cruise in a whaler. He told us one of the ships
in the bay was American and the other English. The mate asked him if
he knew the name of either of the ships, thinking at most, that he
might get some clew to guess from; but, to our further astonishment,
he replied, "Ship Leonidas, of New Bedford, Captain Taber, and Ship
Seringapatam, of London, Captain Courtenay," pronouncing all the names
with the greatest care and distinctness. He already knew the name of
our ship and captain, having spoken the boat going into the bay.

"Well," said Mr. Grafton, "they ought to establish a newspaper here,
and secure this man as marine news reporter. It's not one white man in
twenty could have given us these particulars, and done it in as good
shape;" for we had learned how much oil these ships has taken, where
they were bound, and many other things of interest concerning them.

"Why, either of these men talk better English than any ordinary Kanaka
who has made a four years' voyage in a whaler."

Our boat was seen returning, and the old man came on board with a
favorable report. He gave orders to get the chains up and the anchors
off the bow at once, having made up his mind to go in.

"It's a snug harbor," I heard him telling the mate, "and it's easy
getting into it. I have some doubts about getting out again as easy,
but I guess we shall have a slant of wind. Taber went in only yesterday
and is bound on Japan too. He wants a consort, and will stay as long
as we do, in case our job of stopping the leak should detain us. The
Englishman is all ready for sea, now, but he can't get out with this
wind."

Within an hour we were riding quietly at anchor in six fathoms, but a
short distance from the beach, and in a convenient place for heeling
the ship to repair the injury which had caused us so much monotonous
and fatiguing labor at the pumps.



CHAPTER XIX.

STRONG'S ISLAND.


The first duty that engaged our attention after coming to anchor was,
of course, to stop the leak; which was done much in the same manner as
in the former case at Dominica, except that it was necessary to stow
all the heavy articles forward, and bring the ship down by the head,
instead of the stern. We also attached a purchase to the mainmast head,
and to a tree on the shore, to assist in careening the ship.

The natives appeared to watch all these operations with great interest;
and our decks were alive with them, both men and women, the day after
our arrival. Compared with the savages, whom we had previously visited,
these people might be called gentle and quiet in their habits. Nothing
could exceed the eagerness and the perseverance displayed, particularly
by the women, in acquiring a thorough knowledge of our language. Every
word that could be picked up to add to their English vocabularies
seemed to afford them a peculiar source of delight. "What name o' this?
What name man?" were questions put to us at every turn, and our answers
were echoed and repeated over and over, till the sound was fully
mastered. Thus the English spoken by these women was not murdered, for
each word was thoroughly learned before passing on to the next.

Suddenly a muttered signal or countersign passes from mouth to mouth;
all noise and conversation cease; and each remains fixed to the spot,
as if struck by an enchanter's wand. Not immediately seeing any
adequate cause for this, I asked, in great surprise, what it meant? One
of the girls ventured to whisper an answer to me:

"You see? King George come!"

I looked over the sail. Our boat, which had been ashore, was just
coming alongside, and, seated with the old man in the stern sheets,
was this potent autocrat, "King George," a rather goodlooking, portly
barbarian, whose royal robes consisted of nothing less--or more--than a
common sailor's checkshirt, his legs disdaining any covering whatever.
He had doubtless received his title from some ironical Englishman, and
his subjects had adopted it as proudly, as it is said our ancestors
did, the music of "Yankee Doodle."

As his majesty's head appeared above the quarter-rail, every one of his
submissive subjects, man, woman and child, fell upon deck in a kneeling
or crouching attitude, with bowed heads, and thus remained till their
sovereign had completed his survey of matters above board, and passed
below with the captain. During this time they rigidly maintained their
positions, however uncomfortable, as immovable as a well drilled
battalion of troops at "parade rest." As soon as he was invisible,
everything resumed its former status, and the stir and bustle went on
as before. The same etiquette, I afterwards observed, was necessary at
the advent of any chief of high rank, or any of the juvenile princes of
the blood royal.

Courtenay, the English captain, had visited this island several times
before, and was on very intimate terms with King George. He told us
to be on our guard against treachery; and informed us that an English
whaleship, called the Harriet, had been taken and burnt in the other
harbor on the lee side of the island about eighteen months previous,
though her fate had been a mystery until quite recently, as the
natives, adopting the motto of ancient sea-rovers, that "Dead men tell
no tales," had massacred every man of her crew. For more than a year
she had been a "missing ship," when another English whaler, touching
at this island, short-handed, shipped two natives, who, a few days
after getting to sea, incautiously let out the secret. The ship at
once put back and came to anchor in the lee harbor, and as Captain
Courtenay happened to be there at the time, the two ships, acting in
concert, succeeded in fishing up the Harriet's anchor and chain, with
the charred remains of her bow, still attached. The two captains,
by stratagem, secured the persons of some of the chiefs, and they
confessed the truth, but no punishment had yet been inflicted by the
English, though there was good reason to believe that other vessels had
been cut off here, at more remote dates, and no one left alive to tell
the tale. They had even destroyed the ship's chronometers, supposing
them to be alive; for King George when questioned by Captain Courtenay
concerning the chronometer of the Harriet, answered expressively, "Kill
him. Take big stone, kill him."

The Seringapatam still lay wind-bound for two or three days after our
arrival, but at last, taking advantage of a morning when the air was
quite light, though blowing directly into the bay, we put the boats of
all three ships ahead of her, and assisted by the whole flotilla of
canoes we towed her to sea, keeping the sails furled, and the yards
pointed to the wind. We thought King George seemed rather relieved when
he got rid of her. He professed great friendship for Captain Courtenay.
But his regard was, doubtless, based on the wholesome fear in which he
stood of him; for the ship mounted eight guns in regular broadside,
besides small swivels on her topgallant forecastle and taffrail, and
even had her arm-chests in her tops.

We were successful in reaching and repairing the injury under our
counter, and, on righting and trimming the ship, had the satisfaction
to find her bottom perfectly tight. We could not, of course, tell how
much external injury she had received under the bow.

I did not fail, on going ashore, to notice the stone walls of which
I had heard, and in which I observed some stones of great size and
weight, at such heights from the ground as would indicate that the
builders must have made use of mechanical power to raise them. I could
get no information as to how long they had been there, or for what
purpose they had been raised.

On showing ourselves near the door of a house, we were always invited
to enter and take a seat among the family on the floor, and the women
immediately put us through a catechism, commencing, according to
established form, with the question, "Name o' you?" This question must
be answered, and the name repeated by the whole family, until they
have the pronunciation perfect. But instead of following this up by
asking "Who give you that name?" the next query is, "Name o' ship?"
and then, "Name o' captain?" We thought it very remarkable that we
found sufficient knowledge of English in every family to conduct these
exercises, in view of the fact that so few ships had visited the place,
and no white man was then living among them. After these points are
all settled, a pipe is produced, with the request, usually made by
one of the younger women in her most seductive tones, "You fill pipe
belong to me?" Of course you feel bound to honor this draft upon your
pocket store of tobacco, and, if you intend to make many calls while on
shore, your pockets must be well filled. It is observable that the pipe
produced on these occasions is invariably one with a large bowl, while
those used for smoking are always small.

We strolled into a large building near the beach abreast of our
anchorage, which appeared to be a feast-home, a royal banqueting
hall. It may, perhaps have been used also as a hall of council, if so
absolute a monarch as King George can be supposed to consult with any
one on affairs of state. I should suppose, from what I saw of this
despot, that he might have had that peculiarity for which the first
Napoleon is said to have been famous, of making up his mind first, and
asking the advice of his generals afterwards. In this building, in a
line extending nearly the whole length of it, flat stones, slightly
hollowed so as to form basins, were set into the ground, and at each
of these was seated a man, pounding kava-root with a smooth stone of
convenient weight to be swung in his hand. The right arms of all these
men, perhaps twenty in number, rose and fell in concert, with a slow
and measured stroke, uniting the sounds produced by the twenty stone
hammers upon the basins into one loud clang. Outside, fires had been
built, and mysterious processes of cookery were being carried on. I
inquired the meaning of all this preparation, and learned that this was
a funeral feast. A woman of some rank, the wife of a chief, had died,
and all the high dignitaries were then attending the burial, after
which they would return to the feast-house, and "partake of a grand
collation," as the celebration programmes have it. I was too late to
see anything of the funeral ceremonies, for they were even now on their
return. The kava-root, after being pounded to a fibrous mass, is mixed
with clear water in the stone basins, and the infusion is strained,
or rather wrung, through a sort of coarse cloth of grassy appearance,
into calabashes, and is ready for the banquet. The first strength
goes to the king and chiefs; it is "spliced" two or three times, the
common natives being glad to get a very indifferent article. At many
of the islands of Polynesia, the kava, instead of being beaten with
stones, is chewed, and the masticated mass is ejected from the mouth
into a vessel, and then water added to it; this chewing operation being
performed chiefly by the women. But at Strong's Island, no woman is
allowed to take any part in its preparation, or even to be present at
the ceremony of preparing or drinking it.

His majesty and suite being at hand, the "funeral-baked meats" were
brought in, with piles of roasted bread-fruit and large bunches of
bananas, and all the natives sat or squatted in their proper places,
according to rank. The king, seeing us whites looking on, beckoned
us to take seats near his royal person, and personally saw that we
were liberally supplied with meat and fruit. We did ample justice to
the fare, as became distinguished guests, and made a hearty meal.
The remains of the feast were being cleared away, and we were about
to leave in quest of further adventures, when the cooper made his
appearance among us, with his pipe in full blast.

"Well, boys," said he, "you've been having a glorious wake, I suppose,
for the old duchess, or marchioness, or whatever her rank may be. You
won't get drunk on kava, though, after the aristocracy have had the
first wringing of it. You might drink a deck bucketful of the slops
that's handed around afterwards. How did they feed you, pretty well?"

"Yes, cooper," said I, "you should have been here sooner. You lost a
good dinner by being too late for it."

"Why what did you have for dinner?" he asked.

"Something that we sailors don't get every day in the week;" I
answered. "We can appreciate roast pig when we do get it."

"Did you have roast pig for dinner?" asked the cooper.

"Certainly, we did," said I, triumphantly.

"Well, I presume you did--all but the pig," said he, dryly.

"What do you mean by that?" I inquired, dubiously. There was no smile
on the cooper's face, but that twinkling of his beard was perceptible,
which always denoted a high state of inward enjoyment.

"Why, pigs that are raised down our way," said he, "have a different
tone of voice in expressing themselves. They don't _bark_."

"Bark!" I exclaimed, as light began to dawn upon me, while some of my
companions already began to look a little qualmish. "You don't mean to
say that--"

"I don't mean to say anything," returned the cooper. "Come outside and
see the sacrificial altar, and its trimmings."

We followed him a short distance back from the house till he halted,
and pointed significantly to an ensanguined block of wood, near
which lay four sets of paws, and four heads, unmistakably canine,
corresponding in number to the four "roast pigs" at the banquet.

"I acknowledge the corn," said I. "I suppose if I had known the fact
before dinner, I shouldn't have relished it, but it is too late to
repent."

"But you might say," said one of boys from the Leonidas, unwilling yet
to admit that he had been sold, "that we don't _know_ what animals we
had for dinner."

"It needs no naturalist to tell us what animals have suffered at the
block;" said I, laughing. "We may as well face the music, for there's
hardly 'a loop to hang a doubt upon.' And, as another link in the chain
of evidence, I now recollect that those pigs had been decapitated
before they were served up, though I hadn't thought of it before. I
never knew that these people were in the habit of eating dogs."

"Yes, I could have told you that," said the cooper, "that is to say, as
regards another island of this group. I know they do at Ascension, and
they prefer them to pigs."

"Well," said I, "I suppose all of us can now testify that they are as
good as pigs, if eaten with a sauce of ignorance."

"After the collation comes the ball;" said the cooper. "You see those
fellows backing down wood, and getting ready to make a bonfire. They
will light up the fire after dark, and then dance and sing round it.
But here's another game going on. Let's go and see what this means."

The natives were all gathering on a large plat of greensward, near the
feast-house, and the young men were seating themselves in a circle on
the ground, several ranks deep, so as to leave an arena of convenient
size in the centre. The women, children and old men closed up outside
of this ring as spectators, a space being kept clear for King George
and the principal chiefs, where they could overlook the whole scene. It
was evident some sort of gladiatorial show or sparring exhibition was
now to begin.

At a signal from the king, an athletic young man sprang lightly from
his seat in the circle to the centre of the ring, bringing his hands
together with a loud clap of defiance. He was instantly confronted by
another, and the sparring was commenced. Passes were rapidly made and
warded off, no harm being done to the combatants, as all blows were
struck open-handed. Great dexterity was displayed on both sides, the
object aimed at by all this, being, for some little time, a mystery;
but at length the challenger, watching his opportunity, rushed under
the other's guard and seized him at the waist, which closed the combat,
amid tumultuous applause from king, court and spectators. Both fell
back to their places in the circle, the victor to be petted and patted
by his delighted comrades, and instantly a fresh champion bounded into
the arena to be met by another. Thus the entertainment continued, till
nearly every young man had put in at least one appearance, and some
particularly smart fellows had come off victors in several matches, so
that their challenges were not readily accepted. Sometimes a careless
or over-confident youth would be caught almost instantly, calling down
upon himself the jeers and uproarious mirth of the whole assembly; and,
on the other hand, when two of the most skilfull of the gladiators
were about equally matched, the struggle would be prolonged amid the
eager and breathless attention of the excited audience. Everything
was expected to be done with the most perfect good humor; and if, as
was sometimes the case, the vanquished party lost his temper, he was
greeted with such yells of derisive laughter, that he was soon glad to
join in the laugh against himself, in order to escape further ridicule.
The men were naked, with the sole exception of a broad belt about the
hips, and their eager attitudes and quick movements displayed their
figures and the development of their muscle to the best advantage. We
all agreed that the exhibition was a most beautiful one, possessing all
the wholesome excitement that belongs to athletic sports of this kind,
without the drawbacks of brutality and smothered hatred.

We remained on shore in the evening to see the dance round the fire,
which is accompanied with wild chants or recitations, and has no very
striking points about it. There is but little variety in the movements,
and the interest depends simply upon the almost perfect concert of
voice and gesture among a large number of performers. Its scenic effect
is heightened by the uniform system of tattooing, the chief point in
which is a stripe running the whole length of the arm on the outside,
and a wider one up and down the leg, like those worn by sergeants in
our army. But on the whole, the display is inferior in variety and
vigor to the Marquesan "_hula hula_," or to the war-dances of the
North American tribes. An incident occurred during this performance,
which forcibly illustrated the absolute control over the lives of his
subjects possessed by the irresponsible despot, King George. One of
the young men engaged in the dance failed to give satisfaction to the
critical eye or ear of the king, being, as I thought, a little out of
time in the chant, when, without a word, the king picked up a stone,
and hurled it at him, striking full in his breast, and effectually
knocking him out of the ranks, while the dance went on without
interruption, as if this was merely an ordinary recreation, in which
the monarch was wont to indulge when the humor seized him. A shudder
and murmur of indignation ran through us visitors from the ships at
this cruelty, but what could we do or say about it? The poor delinquent
gathered himself up and slunk away, evidently suffering dreadful pain.
He must have been severely, if, indeed, not dangerously injured; but it
seemed a matter of indifference to his royal master whether he lived or
died.

"I suppose," said Mr. Grafton, who was standing near me, "you feel just
as I do about that affair; as if you'd like to hurl that same rock back
at the king's breast with a will."

"Yes sir," I replied; "but it wouldn't be policy for us to attempt
anything of that kind."

"Hardly;" returned the mate. "We should have a hornet's nest about
our ears in short order, if we touched his sacred person. I presume
these young men consider it all right, and a mere matter of course,
each one feeling that it may be his turn next. I have no doubt that
the old savage has killed more than one of them in getting them up to
their present state of drill. He holds his subjects' lives at his own
disposal, as much as the Czar of all the Russias, or even more so;
and, as a general rule, these savage races are very reckless of human
life, seeming to attach but little value to it."

"Didn't you admire the sparring match, this afternoon?" I asked.

"I didn't see it;" the said mate. "I took my gun, and went out in the
woods pigeon shooting. I had pretty good luck. I got about twenty
pigeons, and saw a great deal of sport besides the shooting. The old
chief Seelic went with me, he is the second in rank below King George,
as near as I can get at it. He took another chief of lower rank with
him, and a couple of boys of no rank at all. Old Seelic and I kept
company, the petty chief fell into our wake at a short distance, and
the two youths jogged along astern of him. Whenever we stopped a moment
down they went on their beam-ends right into the mud or wherever they
chanced to be, and waited there till we started on again, keeping their
stations in line. When we got into the woods, they were signalled to
keep in close order, but it was amusing to see manoeuvres when one of
the youngsters got the first sight of a pigeon. You see, he could not
speak to his superior in a standing position, nor speak to old Seelic
at all, until commanded or invited to do so. So he would go down on
his marrow-bones and tell the petty chief, and then he would go down
the same way with his head almost in the mud, to tell old Seelic, and
sometimes while all this etiquette was going on, the pigeon would take
the alarm and leave the tree, before old Seelic could bring his gun
to bear on him. The old fellow is a good shot and would drop his bird
almost every time. But the war dance is about finished for to-night,
and it's time to muster the boys and shove off."

We got all our water and wood on board, and a good stock of fruit,
though the only recruits to be got to serve as sea stores for any
length of time were yams, and these of indifferent quality. When ready
for sea, we lay wind-bound two days, but on the third the trades were
so far to the northward that we could lay our course through the
passage in the reef, and both ship's windlasses were at once manned
to take advantage of the start. It was observed that, as we began
to get under way, nearly all the natives left us, and that very few
were in sight even on the beach. As our anchor made its appearance at
the surface it brought with it the bight of a small chain, which had
caught across the stock. The few natives about the ship got sight of
it as quick as we did, and, as conscious guilt needs no accuser, in
the twinkling of an eye, they were off for the shore, some in canoes
and others jumping overboard. It was a critical moment for us, as the
ship was swinging, and we could not afford to lose the wind, so we
"hooked cat," and secured our anchor, the bight of the chain slipping
off the anchorstock, and falling back to its submarine bed, where it
had probably lain for several years. It might have been the cable to
a vessel of a hundred and fifty to two hundred tons. In a few minutes
both ships were standing out through the narrow passage, the Leonidas
leading, as the increased strain on our windlass in lifting the anchor
had given her the start.

It was barely possible that the chain might have been slipped or
accidentally lost by some vessel; but probabilities were strong to the
contrary. The evident uneasy feeling of the natives, when we were about
taking up our anchor, was a significant circumstance. Could we have
let go the other anchor, and taken time to investigate the matter by
underrunning the small chain, we should, no doubt, have found positive
evidence of treachery, and might have shed light upon the fate of some
long-missing vessel.

We ran to leeward of the island and shaped our course to the northward
and westward, not sighting any other island of the Caroline group. In
a few days we parted company with the Leonidas, and went our way alone
toward the Japan cruising-ground.



CHAPTER XX.

ON JAPAN.--ORMSBEE'S PEAK.--WHALING INCIDENTS.--A YANKEE TRICK.


The words, "on Japan," as used by sperm whalemen, do not necessarily
indicate the near vicinity of the islands of that name, but indicate
all that part of the North Pacific Ocean to the eastward of them, even
to the meridian of 180 degrees, between the parallels of twenty-five
and forty degrees. The "Japan Sea," lying between the islands and
the main coast of Asia, had not, at the time of which I write, been
penetrated by whalers, though it has since become well known as a right
whaling ground.

The season "on Japan," as usually made, was from April or May to
September, and the usual route was to run well to the westward in the
early part of the season, and then work back again, making the autumn
port at one of the Sandwich Islands; a group which has derived great
importance from its position, seeming to have been providently dropped
midway in the North Pacific, as a "half-way house," between the two
continents, as well as a haven of refuge for the belated whalemen from
all the northern cruising grounds.

The first part of our cruise we visited the Bonin Islands, where we
added somewhat to our stock of vegetables, and in this vicinity we took
considerable oil. At an uninhabited island of this group we also made
a good haul of green turtle, which afforded us high living for the
time being. We stood to the northward, cruising up the east coast of
Niphon, one of the principal of the Japan Islands, and saw the walls of
the great city of Jeddo, but, at that period, this great empire was a
sealed book to all foreigners except the Chinese and Dutch, and even to
these favored nations but few pages were opened. We met with a junk now
and then, but they shunned all communication with us, and, by putting
off dead before the wind, their best point of sailing, generally
managed to keep clear of us, as we did not care to devote all day to
a stern chase. The class of "junks" of which we were now especially
in search were not to to be found here, the cetaceous monsters which
bear them not appearing to frequent the immediate vicinity of this
coast. So we hauled to the southward again and soon fell in with sperm
whales, and with numerous ships, among which were our old consorts, the
Fortitude and the Pandora, both of them having met with fair success.

An accident happened while on this cruising ground, which had well-nigh
terminated the career of our worthy chief officer. We lowered and
struck a large whale, having a new line in our boat, which had been
stretched and coiled down only a few days before, and was somewhat
wiry, as any whale line is liable to be when first used. The whale
sounded heavily, and I watched the tub anxiously as the line ran
spinning and smoking round the loggerhead. Already half our line was
out and had run clear thus far when I noticed a lifting of the centre
or "heart" of the coil in the tub; it was rising up through the larger
bights; the alarm was cried, "Foul line! _Cut!_" but it was too late.
I writhed myself clear of it, as it flew by me in a snarl and whizzed
between the heads of the oarsmen as they leaned outboard to escape the
danger. The snarl was gone, and the mate with it! The bowman seized the
hatchet and divided the line as quickly as possible. There was a moment
of anxious suspense which seemed an hour. The head of Father Grafton
rose to the surface nearer the old man's boat than ours; he was seized
by strong hands before he could sink again, though I could see that he
was almost at the last agony, and, as they pulled him in, the blood
started from his nose, and eyes, and even from his ears! The whale
went to windward, spouting clear, and we soon gave up the pursuit as
hopeless. But we had saved our mate, and a few hours sufficed to bring
him all right again.

"It seemed to me," said he, "that I must have passed half an hour under
water, though, of course, I know that the whole transaction did not
occupy more than a minute, from the time I went out of my boat till I
was in the captain's. I was to blame myself for being caught so much
off my guard, for knowing that my new line was dangerous, I ought to
have had the hatchet or boatknife in my hand the whole time the whale
was sounding. But after the alarm was shouted, I hadn't time to pull
the knife out of the becket before I was overboard. I was caught with a
round turn round my thigh, though, of course, I cannot tell how it got
there. I know that I made a grab for the boat knife, but was hurried
away out of the reach of it; that I felt in my pocket for my jackknife,
and drew it partly out; that I then felt the strain suddenly ease up
at the moment the line was cut inboard; that I seized it with my hands
and shoved it off my leg; but from that time I can tell nothing till I
began to revive in the other boat on my way to the ship. I can give you
no idea, in words, of how I felt while I was being dragged through the
water by the leg, but I should say there was a resistance like passing
through a solid wall that seemed to _flatten_ me, as it were, and that
a thousand sledge-hammers were clanging right in my ears. We lost our
second mate in that way, when I was in the Plutarch," continued Mr.
Grafton, thoughtfully; "and many another good man has met his death in
the same manner, gone past help almost before he could see the danger."

"Ah! Misther Grafton," said Farrell, "I may say that's the only time I
ever felt glad to get my fist clutched in yer hair, was when I see it
bobbing up close to our boat, sir. But, I'm thinking ye had about as
narrow a chance for yer life as meself had, the night I went after the
parr-puses, bad luck till 'em."

The next morning, Fisher, who was at the masthead, reported four sails
in sight, three to the leeward of us, and one off the weather beam
running down for us under all sail.

"Look sharp!" cried the old man, "he must see something if he is
running off. Don't let him get a large whale right under our noses!"

I observed that he and the mate exchanged significant glances, and
I thought too that there was a merry twinkle in his eye. I relieved
Fisher at the masthead after breakfast, and not long afterwards, the
captain, who had been getting sights to determine his longitude by
chronometer, hailed me from the deck.

"How does that sail to windward bear now?"

"Two points abaft the beam, sir," I answered.

"Is he running off yet?"

"Yes, sir; headed right at us," said I.

"We ought to see him from deck by this time, then," said the old man.

"I don't think you can, sir," I answered. "He don't seem to near us
much."

I heard a loud laugh from the mate, but supposed, of course, it was
called forth by something transpiring on deck; and a few minutes
afterwards perceived the captain coming up the rigging, with the
spyglass slung over his neck. He took a comfortable seat on the
crosstrees (which was more than he allowed me to do, for I was required
to stand the whole two hours), and, bringing his telescope to bear on
the strange ship, said to me:

"So you think he don't near us much, eh?"

"I cannot perceive that he nears us at all," said I. "And yet there he
is, coming right at us with to'gal'antsails set, and the breeze on his
quarter."

"Well," said he, "by all accounts, you are not the first one by
dozens who has been mystified by that same craft. According to our
observation, that is Ormsbee's Peak; a rock that rises out of the sea
like a tower, at a considerable distance, too, from any other land.
It tapers upward very much like the sails of a ship. I never saw it
before, myself, but I am told that it is almost always raised from the
masthead as a sail. So you needn't take any further note of Ormsbee's
manoeuvres, for he won't come down near enough to us to-day. Keep a
sharp eye on those fellows under our lee. If a whale comes up among the
fleet here, we want to be in the suds as quick as any of 'em.

"This ship off the lee quarter," said he, after a good look through
his glass, "is the Pandora, I know by that new cloth in his mainsail,
and the paint of his starboard boat, too. _That_ one I don't know," he
muttered, "but the farthest one, nearly ahead of us, looks very much
like our Strong Island partner, the Leonidas, though I can't swear to
her at that distance."

He soon after went down on deck, after again enjoining upon me to
keep my eyes about me. My trick was nearly out, and I had as yet seen
nothing to attract especial attention, the four ships still maintaining
about the same relative positions, all on the starboard tack. I was
getting tired, and wondering why the relief bell did not strike, when I
noticed the Pandora was nearer the wind than she should be. I thought
for a moment that this was merely the effect of carelessness on the
part of the helmsman, but determined not to be caught napping, I hailed
the deck, that "the Pandora was coming in stays."

"No, he isn't," said the old man. "He has got too nigh the wind, that's
all. There, he is filling again."

But, as he spoke, the maintopsail of the next ship, the stranger, swung
in to the mast, and his lee quarter boat could be seen projecting from
under his counter.

"He sees whales!" I shouted; but the old man was already shaking me on
my perch, as he strided up the rigging, two ratlines at each step.

"Hard up your helm!" said he. "Square in the after yards, Mr. Grafton,
and get the boats ready as fast as possible. _Call all hands there, one
of ye!_"

The Pandora showed as yet no manoeuvres, having filled again on the
same tack, and his starboard boat was still in its place on the cranes;
but three boats were down from our next neighbor, and the supposed
Leonidas was in the act of wearing round to close with the rest of us.

"Where's the whale?" asked the captain, as he appeared by my side.
"_Steady, there!_"

"I've seen no whale yet, sir," I answered, "and I can't see any boats
down from the Pandora."

"Perhaps the stranger has lowered his boats, blackfishing," he
suggested. "Worth has got no extra men aloft, and keeps his course as
usual. If that is all, we may as well luff to again."

He gave no order to that effect, however, and we continued running off,
rapidly nearing the other ships. A few minutes of puzzled suspense
followed, when the Pandora's main tack, sheet and lee braces were all
let go at once, and she, also, lay hove-to, just as her two boats shot
out of range of their ship under her lee, _fast to a whale_, as was
evident from the white water flying, and from the speed at which they
were moving.

"Pretty well done, Worth!" said Captain Upton, his keen admiration of
his brother whaleman getting the better of his vexation. "Luff to the
wind there, and stand by to lower away! There may be other whales,
though, if there's only one, I'll sell out _my_ share at a low figure."

Further concealment was unnecessary; down went Captain Worth's boat,
and down went all of ours, pell-mell, but before we got very near the
fast boats it was plain that the whale was in his flurry, and we "hove
up," seeing that there was no other one for us to attack.

"Now, I shouldn't be at all surprised," said Mr. Grafton, "if that was
the game whale that dragged me so far on the road to Davy's locker.
They've killed him so quick that I think he must have been more than
half-dead when they struck him; and besides, that would account for
his not being seen by any of us, as his spout would be very faint and
broken. She must have been very near to the whale herself, before she
raised him."

"I have no doubt it was a wounded whale," answered the old man; "and if
so, it may or may not be ours. If our iron is not in him of course we
have no claim; and I presume they'll take care that it sha'n't be in
him, when they take him alongside. But you and Mr. Dunham may as well
go aboard and keep company, and I'll make Worth a visit when he flukes
the whale, and see what discoveries I can make."

"There's our boat to windward coming down," said the mate, "and that's
Captain Taber in the stern of her, or else I don't know him. So that's
the Leonidas. Come, pull ahead, boys, and let's get home again, we can
do no good here. It'll be Worth's turn to blow now, as it was ours off
the Western Islands."

We jogged leisurely to windward, and by the time we had our boats
secured, the Pandora was hauling her whale alongside, while all the
captains' boats were clustered round her, to learn the particulars of
the affair, the others returning to their respective ships. One of the
stranger's boats pulled across our stern just within hail, and the mate
asked what ship it was. The officer answered us without stopping his
boat, and all we could make out of the sound was "Arrowroot."

"Hard up and let her go off!" said the mate to the man at the helm.
"We'll run to leeward, so the old man wont have to pull up hill.
Arrowroot," said he, musingly, "what name can it be that sounds like
that? O, I know now who it is," with a laugh, as the truth occurred
to him, "it's the Lalla Rookh, of New Bedford. I knew she was on the
ground here somewhere."

It was evening before the old man returned, and lights were set by all
the ships; for the four captains had improved this occasion for a gam,
and much time was consumed in detailed accounts of their adventures
during the season, and in examining the Pandora's "medical stores" and
testing their quality. The only effect upon our worthy captain was to
make him rather more talkative than usual.

"I could not lay any claim to the whale," he said, "though I have
little doubt that it is the same that towed you over the bows by the
leg. The whale floated, jaws towards the ship, when he was fluked, and
there was the iron hole in his starboard side, just about as it was
in our whale. The whale was badly wounded when they raised him, and
spouting very faintly. He dropped his two lee boats in the water when
he saw his sails shivering, and they went right down to leeward with
their paddles, not setting any sails, and, keeping in range of the
ship, we knew nothing till after they were fast. The Lalla Rookh being
more out ahead of him, could see the boats, and, of course, lowered
hers, but they could see no sport at that distance when they lowered.
Well, I cornered Mr. Ray up pretty sharp, and he admitted there was an
iron hanging in the whale when he struck him, but he says it worked out
before they got him fluked. Perhaps it did, and perhaps they helped
it a little. I think I should have been sorely tempted to do so under
similar circumstances. As it is, he has got eighty or ninety barrels of
oil, and no one else can touch it, as there is no 'craft' to claim it
by."

The general rule, as established among whalemen is, that "marked
craft claims the fish so long as he is in the water, dead or alive."
The irons are usually marked with the ship's name, or a convenient
abbreviation of it, cut with a small chisel on the flat of the shank,
near the head, and if this be found it claims the whale, provided the
claimant arrives before the whale is peeled of his blubber. But if
another ship has succeeded in cutting him in, no claim can be made.
In case the claimant appears during the process of cutting, and a
mark is found, he has a right to cut off the blubber square with the
plankshear, and take what is below it, but can claim nothing that has
been raised above it. Such is whaler's law, as settled by established
usage; and perhaps nothing could be devised that would be more just
than this.

A few days after this, we played another of those tricks that are so
amusing to talk of, being perfectly justifiable in this as in any
other business where there is competition and the rule is to "take
care of number one." It was a calm day, one of those hot calms that
every whaleman must have experienced who has been "on Japan" in July
and August, and which sometimes last unbroken for a period of several
days, during which the heat seems more fierce and unendurable than one
has ever found it within the tropics. One ship was in sight about two
miles distant from us, showing marks of an Englishman about her rig and
general appearance. She had shown her signal, but as there was no wind
to open it we were none the wiser for seeing it.

We raised a large whale about three miles off, and had the run of his
movements two or three risings before we put our boats in the water,
so that we knew pretty nearly where to "prick for him." We took our
paddles after we had pulled about half the distance we wished to go,
and jogged more slowly in this way, but with less noise. Meanwhile the
strange ship had put four boats down, and they were coming with their
oars pulling with a will, so as to stand an equal chance with us. The
whale had one rising after we had lowered, and again "turned flukes"
undisturbed, and now the crisis was to come on his next appearance. We
had spread our chances so as to be ready for him, knowing very nearly
where he would appear. The strange boats came on, "smashing in" with
their oars, and showing no intention of heaving up or of taking their
paddles. The old man took to his oars and pulled near to us.

"Mr. Grafton," said he, "they'll gally the whale if they come pulling
over him when he is about coming up. I think we are far enough, and
would like to lie still where we are. But we must get rid of these four
boats, and if it's _pulling_ they want, they shall have it. Do you take
your oars and pull hard right on in the same direction we have been
going. The whale won't be up for twenty minutes yet, and no harm will
be done. Speak to Mr. Dunham as you pass, and tell him to pull ahead
too. This will toll those four boats off, so that they will lose the
scent. But keep your eyes on me when the whale comes up."

The strange boats come on, and seeing two of us pulling with might and
main, while the third had apparently abandoned the chase, three of them
followed the lead of the majority, and "gave way," with a laudable
ambition to outpull us, which we were quite willing to allow them to
do, while the fourth hove up to speak the old man. He inquired the name
of our ship, and reported himself as first officer of ship Bermondsey,
of London. The captain, he said, was on board, not being in the habit
of going in the boat himself. He asked Captain Upton what he thought of
the chance for the whale.

"Well," said our captain, "I don't think I shall chase him any further.
I shall let my mates try him a spell, but I don't think much of my
chance, for I see that your boats pull so much faster than mine, they
will have a long start of them before the whale comes up again."

"O, yes sir," said John Bull, "our boats can houtpull any bl----y boats
on the ground."

"No doubt of it; indeed I can see that myself," said the old man,
seeing how eagerly his flattery was swallowed.

"Well, pull ahead, boys!" said the English mate, "and let's show them
fellows how we can pass them."

The result was, fifteen minutes later we were about a mile from the
spot where we received orders to pull; the English boats a smart mile
and a half, except the mate who was just triumphantly passing us; the
whale up within a ship's length of the old man, and he just shooting
alongside of him. Our shouts of laughter as we laid round to pull
to the assistance of the fast boat, gave the English mate the first
intimation of the Yankee trick by which he had been humbugged. An hour
later the breeze struck us, and we hauled the largest whale of our
season's work alongside, while the Bermondsey down tacks and stood away
from us, in spite of our signals inviting communication.



CHAPTER XXI.

RADACK CHAIN.--WATERING AT OCEAN ISLAND.--INCIDENTS OF THE RUN TO
SYDNEY, N. S. W.


We continued working to the eastward until we were in longitude 170
degrees east, but the captain, not wishing to visit the Sandwich
Islands, determined to leave this ground early, and finish out the
season among the groups, recruiting at some island where he could
drive a barter trade, in which our stock of tobacco and cloth could
be made available. Up to the middle of August we had taken about
five hundred barrels since leaving Strong's Island. In company with
our old consort, the Leonidas, we steered to the southward, working
down through those intricate and dangerous archipelagoes known as the
Radack and Ralick chains of islands, where we carried sail days, and
lay to nights with two men in the foretopmast crosstrees, and all the
rest of the watch above the rail. Ragged reefs of coral, little more
than flush with the surface of the sea, stretched here and there in
unexpected directions, and sunken rocks waylaid us at every turn. At
times we seemed to be embayed among these dangers, seeming the more
formidable from the unpronounceable Russian names on the charts, while
ever and anon a green islet with cocoanut trees popped into view, as if
it had been forced up from the depths of the sea, while we had been
looking for hidden dangers in another quarter of the horizon, and two
or three canoes would dodge out from a lagoon, whence the only passage
of egress seemed to us to have been by a submarine route under the
reef of rocks. The old saying among us, "Where there's a cocoanut tree
there's a Kanaka," though not infallible, held good through all this
labyrinth. Sperm whales were seen several times, and in one instance we
took two small whales and cut them with canoes alongside of us from a
pretty little island, nestled among ugly reefs which stretched out like
antennæ to draw luckless mariners into destruction. What it was called
by the Russian officers I cannot now remember, but the name itself
was ragged enough to bring a ship up all standing. We were not sorry
when we had wound our way clear of these perils without accident, and
emerged into a comparatively open sea.

We struck the equator between the longitudes of Ocean and Pleasant
Islands, where we got a "cut" of a hundred and fifty barrels, and
stood in under the lee of Ocean Island to get a few casks of water.
We bargained with one of the white "beach-combers" to fill them by
contract at so many heads of tobacco for each cask. I went ashore in
the boat, with the second mate, having the casks in tow. We rolled them
up on the reef and then high and dry on the beach. I was conscious all
the time of a strange, giddy feeling, which seemed to be occasioned by
the odors from the land, and as I went up from the reef to the soil
and drew near to the cocoanut grove near the landing, this feeling
overpowered me, my strength seemed to have left me all at once, I felt
a tingling pain in my legs, and fell helpless to the ground. I was
surprised, and rather indignant withal, to perceive that Mr. Dunham was
laughing at me.

"Ah!" said he, "it's well for you that you came ashore. It's time we
all had a land cruise and a good run among the fruit trees. We shall
all be better for this day's work."

"Why," I asked, "what do you suppose ails me?"

"It's the scurvy working out of you, I suppose," said he. "That's what
we call it. I have seen the same phenomenon once or twice before in men
who had shown no symptoms of the disease while at sea, but the first
contact with the land affected them as it does you now. That will soon
pass off and you will feel better than ever."

His prediction proved true. In a few minutes a slight attack of
vomiting relieved me, and I rose to my feet. The dizziness gradually
passed away, and I felt stronger and fresher than when I landed.

The casks, in the mean time, had been rolled in a tier with the bungs
out, I saw no watering-place from which they were to be filled. I
naturally asked, "where is the water?"

"O," said Dan, the white man, "the water here is away up inland, in a
sort of cave under ground."

"Is that the only fresh water here?" I inquired.

"That's all," said he. "I shall put on my gang to bring it down. Here's
some of 'em; they're beginning to muster now."

To my further astonishment, his "gang," as he termed them, were all of
the female "persuasion."

"You don't mean to say that these woman are going to lug all this water
two or three miles?"

"Yes, certainly," said he. "The men are too lazy to do any such
drudgery, and think women were born expressly for it, and not fit for
much else. Besides, only women are allowed to enter the water-cave.
Gentlemen are not admitted."

Each of these women brought some half a dozen cocoanut shells, slung
with short strings, so as to be carried, two or three in each hand.

"Why don't you get the ship's buckets?" I asked.

"O, they don't want buckets," said Dan: "they wouldn't use 'em if they
had 'em. You must let 'em work in their own way."

They _did_ work their own way; and all day long, and day after day, for
it took them several days to fill twenty casks. The battalion of women,
in Indian file, could be seen on their winding way as they carried
their burdens to the beach, inverted their cocoanut shells over the
tunnel, and retraced their weary steps to the subterranean pool, while
the men looked complacently on, and Dan, the contractor, lay drunk the
best part of the time on fire-water of his own manufacture.

As a consequence of his carelessness, he was obliged to fill four or
five casks the second time, as we found the water salt on taking it
on board, and the captain refused to pay the tobacco until he had
fulfilled his contract. It was evident the women had gone astray in
their wanderings, and filled some of their shells at the ocean instead
of at the inland lake.

The manufacture of intoxicating liquor follows close upon the advent of
white men as settlers or dwellers among savage tribes; indeed the sight
of a whiskey still would have been as satisfactory evidence to the
shipwrecked mariner of the presence of civilized men, as, it is said,
was that of the gallows. With a rude apparatus, a liquor is distilled
from the sap of the cocoanut tree, which is warranted to "kill at as
many yards" as any article of tangle-foot dispensed over the bar of the
most notorious "chainlocker" in New York or London. The exhilarating
cordial, known among seamen by the name of "dent" (the word being a
contraction of the Spanish aguardiente), is smuggled on board at almost
every island where a white man has located himself; and it is well
known that Jack will "suck the monkey" in whatever form or wherever he
presents himself, as well in the Pacific as at the West Indies.

Here we parted company with our friends of the Leonidas, she being
bound to Otaheite, to examine the head of her mainmast, which had been
discovered to be rotten to a considerable depth. We worked slowly down
to the westward, hauling to the wind during the night, and running
off under easy sail in the daytime, so as to look the ground over
carefully. We picked up another hundred barrels of oil before we
reached the parallel of 160 degrees east, and as we had now twenty-one
hundred, the remainder of our voyage was a sort of running cruise
towards our last port and home.

In this longitude we hauled on the southern tack, running near Lord
Howe's group and through the Solomon Archipelago. We took three small
whales so near to one of the former, that, when the third one turned
up, he was within less than a hundred yards of the reef, the savages
yelling at us from the shore. The ship was about a mile and a half
from us, with two whales fluked alongside, and carrying sail to hold
her position. As the old man dared not run off to take the third whale
alongside, he sent the other two boats to our assistance, with orders
to tow the whale on a wind. We set our sails and took the oars, and
accompanied by howling barbarians both on shore and in canoes, we towed
the whale about ten miles to the southward, until clear of the island
and adjacent reefs, so that the ship could come down to us without
danger. During the four or five hours that we were thus employed, those
in the canoes kept within a short distance outside of us, while their
comrades on the beach, women, children, and all, travelled along shore
abreast of us, an infernal serenade rising on both sides of us without
cessation. They would have attacked us if they had dared; but, though
of course constantly on our guard, we did not much fear them. They
mustered about fifty canoes, containing between two and three hundred
warriors, but dared not venture within reach of our whaling weapons.
They at one time seemed to be making preparations to give us a volley
of stones, at long shot, but the captain, seeing a suspicious movement
among them, fired the six-pounder, which was kept trained upon them
all the time, and sent a shot whizzing over their heads, which had
the effect of cooling their ardor. They were more wary after this,
and made no further hostile demonstrations, but escorted us the whole
distance, and lay on their paddles until the ship had approached quite
near us, evidently waiting in the hope that some accident or turn of
fortune would place us in their power. As a general rule, savages will
not make an attack, unless all the circumstances are overwhelmingly in
their favor. We saved our three whales, and made a safe offing with the
ship, before night, but the wild din of their voices seemed to ring in
my ears for a week afterwards. These people had the gristles of their
noses split, and many of them had inserted large ornaments (?) of
shell or bone, which hung down, so as in a great measure to hide their
mouths. They were a hideous looking race, and I confess to a decided
reluctance to becoming a subject of their tender mercies.

At San Cristoval, one of the Solomon Islands, we drove a smart trade
for yams and fruit, the currency used here being hoop-iron, cut into
pieces a few inches long, like the money of the ancient Spartans in
the days of Lycurgus. Here, for the first time, we met with people
possessing the characteristic of the African, for there are two
great families of races in Polynesia. These Ethiops of the Pacific,
or Oceanic negroes as they are called, are even more repulsive in
appearance than the wearers of the ponderous nasal ornaments at Lord
Howe's group. Their hair, or wool, has the true African kink in it,
both ends seeming to grow into the skull, and is turned a dull reddish
color by the application of lime, or something of that nature, giving
them the appearance of having the head protected by what seamen call
a "thrummed mat." The teeth are colored or discolored by the use of
the betel-nut, till they are darker than their skins; in fact those
of men past middle age are jet black. But they seem well-disposed to
whites, and inoffensive, and our intercourse with them was marked by
no unpleasant occurrence. The canoes used by these people are very
light, and neatly ornamented, giving evidence of considerable taste
and skill in their construction, while the dexterity of the natives in
balancing and managing them seems perfectly miraculous, as they have no
beam to spare and no outriggers; yet they come off several miles to sea
in them, keeping their equilibrium seemingly without difficulty, and
jeered and shouted with true negro delight at our bungling attempts to
manage them.

We pressed through Indispensable Straits, continuing our running cruise
towards the coast of Australia, but without taking any more oil till we
reached the latitude of twenty-two degrees, being about midway between
Booby Shoal and Cato's Bank, when two large sperm whales were raised in
the morning, and down we went in pursuit. The waist boat got the lead
and was soon fast to one of them and her line going out of the tub at a
rate that promised soon to empty it. Seeing this state of things, our
line was cast off from the craft, and I stood ready to throw the end
into the other boat; but the second mate, anxious to "drown him out"
without bending on another line, snubbed him too hard and parted. We
pulled ahead in pursuit of the whale, but when he came up again he was
pushing to the windward much faster than any boat could pull. There was
nothing for us but to return to the ship and take the boats up, very
ill-satisfied with our forenoon's work, for we had lost an iron and
nearly a tubful of line, and had nothing to show for it.

We made sail on a wind, and soon after raised a whale on the weather
beam coming to leeward. From his actions, as at times he lashed the
water into foam, we were satisfied that it was the same whale that we
had struck. Soon another was seen off the lee beam coming to windward.
We hauled aback and lowered away again, spreading our chances well.
The two whales came together, and jogged to leeward in company. The
next chance fell to our boat, and, as the mate called me up to dart, I
perceived that the whale with the iron hanging at his side was farthest
from me, and, seeing not much choice in them for size, I pitched my
iron into the other one. The other boats were on hand to assist us,
and we soon killed and secured this whale, while the wounded one again
escaped, spouting strong and clear.

We had light airs for three or four days succeeding this, and were
not slow to express our discontent, as we made but little progress
towards Sydney, the port we were all so anxious to see. We had cut
and boiled out our first whale, and still the wind was lighter than
ever, almost gone entirely, while our ship, seeming as impatient as
ourselves, lay rolling on the glassy sea, when a black object was seen
from the masthead, five or six miles off, abeam of us, tossing into
view on the swell, and disappearing again; and, after examining it
through the spyglass, we were satisfied that it was a dead whale. So
our boat was lowered away to examine him, and found a large whale, but
little blasted, having been dead, apparently about forty-eight hours.
We cut out the iron from his side and found, as we expected, the name
"Arethusa," underrun our line, and saved the whole of it, set a waif
for the other boats, and towed him down to the ship in triumph. We now
had reason to congratulate ourselves upon the light airs that had been
the occasion of so much growling, and instead of having lost a line,
with nothing to show for it, as at one time seemed to be the result of
our attack upon these two whales, we had saved it, and added a hundred
and fifty barrels of sperm oil to our cargo.

The next day we got the breeze, and trimmed to it as soon as we had
finished cutting. A few days found us running down the coast of New
Holland, with the land well aboard and a fair wind, only thirty miles
between us and the entrance to our port, and every prospect of being
at anchor before night. But we were doomed to disappointment, for the
wind suddenly shifted to the southward, heading us off, and blew up a
gale about as fast as we were able to strip the canvas off the ship.
Noon saw us lying to, on the off-shore tack, under a goose-winged
maintopsail and storm staysails. The wind still increased, and we
rode out a wild night under this short sail, while the wind, meeting
a counter current which sets to the southward along this coast,
occasioned a short, chopping sea, which knocked us about rather
roughly, and, in one of her heavy lurches, the waist boat was rolled
under and lost. This was the only accident we met with, however; the
gale blew out in twenty-four hours and the wind having settled light
from the southward, we were compelled to make out our log for four
or five days at least. So we made all sail, and boarded our tacks,
standing off and on.

While we were beating here, having stood well in on the inshore
stretch, a small steamer, which plied as a packet between Sydney and
Newcastle, passed us, shearing nearer as she approached, enough to
read the name on our stern. The sight of a steamboat was, of itself,
a sufficient novelty to fix the attention of every man on deck, but
what a burst of emotion greeted the appearance of a woman on the deck
of the steamer! The word was passed below, and the other watch were
all on deck in a twinkling to look at her. She appeared to be the only
lady passenger on board, or at least the only one who was able to show
herself on the upper deck. At that distance, it was difficult to say
whether she was young and beautiful, or otherwise, but she was at least
a white woman in a civilized dress, an object which had not greeted
our eyes for more than two years. We had taken our last look at a
phenomenon of this kind when we left Talcahuano, four months out.

"Well, Mr. Grafton," said the old man, as they both drew a long breath
after the vision had passed out of view, "how do you feel? homesick?"

"Well, yes, sir," replied the mate; "I suppose that's what you may call
it. The sight of a woman of our own color and race, after we have been
outcasts so long, _does_ have a humanizing influence, and starts up
associations of home, and of near and dear ones left there."

"Yes, that's true," said the captain. "That lady, who ever she is, may
safely boast that she has created a sensation at least once in her
life. Here's Mr. Dunham has lost half his watch below on her account,
and Cooper has dropped a shook that he had half-raised in the hoop, and
seems in no hurry to pick up the staves again. There are two boys up in
the fore-rigging, trying to get another look at her yet."

The two boys, still so called, were Obed B. and Kelly; no longer boys,
but broad-chested, muscular young men, worthy representatives of the
ocean chivalry of their native island, and still as inseparable as
ever, the very Pythias and Damon of our little circle.

We got a slant of wind the next day after this incident, and worked up
near the headlands of Port Jackson, so that we took a pilot. But having
the wind light, it was late in the day before we passed inside the
heads, and from there we had seven miles to work up, to the anchorage
before the town. The whole British navy might find ample room to moor
in this beautiful bay, and might all ride in safety, under any ordinary
circumstances. It was a fine moonlight evening when we went in, and
as we shot handsomely into our berth among the fleet of vessels, it
was difficult to realize that we had actually arrived among civilized
white men. The whole thing seemed like enchantment, coming, as we did,
from recent contact with howling savages, the echo of whose infernal
gibberish had hardly ceased ringing in our ears. Our anchor rattled
merrily to the bottom for the first time in eight months, and we furled
our sails leisurely, lingering on the yards to look wonderingly on the
numerous lights in the town, and to listen to the pealing of a sweet
chime of bells, for it was Sunday evening on shore, though Saturday by
our reckoning.

As the reality of it all came home to our minds, as we gradually became
assured that the unwonted sounds and sights were no dream, but tangible
truth, a good influence was exerted upon all. No noisy demonstrations
hailed the event so ardently looked forward to, but a feeling of
tranquil happiness and gratitude seemed to pervade the whole ship's
company. No night of the voyage was spent more quietly on board the
Arethusa, certainly none more happily, than the first night after her
canvas was furled in the last Pacific port.



CHAPTER XXII.

SYDNEY.--UP ANCHOR FOR HOME.--"GALWAY MIKE."


What a change in their bill of fair awaited our crew the morning after
our anchor went down in this beautiful harbor; the change from the
eternal salt junk and yams, and unrelenting hard-tack, to the luxuries
of a Sydney bumboat! The sailor, to be sure, is no great _connoisseur_
in matters of this sort; nevertheless, as our observant cook pithily
expressed it, "he likes good grub better than he does poor." A very
small sum of money was sufficient to spread a table (or a sea-chest,
either,) with baker's loaves, fresh butter and cheese, new milk, eggs,
and various other "manavelins," as Jack terms them. I write the word as
it is pronounced, but my researches in etymology, are, thus far, all at
fault. Neither Noah Webster nor Nat Bowditch throws any light on the
matter.

Prices of fresh meats, except pork, were almost nominal. Beef could be
bought at a penny a pound, mutton at three farthings; for this was long
before the gold discoveries in Australia or California. No flood-tide
of emigration had yet set in that direction; no yellow-metal fever
had yet raged to inflate prices to a fictitious standard. Australia
possessed peculiar advantages as a grazing country, and stock could be
raised almost without trouble or expense. Thousands were slain merely
for the hides, horns and tallow, and extensive shipments of these
articles, as also of wool, were made to the mother country. Several
large ships were loading at the time of our arrival, forcing the bales
of wool into their places with jack-screws, much after the manner of
our cotton-droghers in southern ports.

Sydney impressed us as rather a handsome town, though not showy or
glaring in appearance, most of the buildings being of a crumbly
sandstone, which is quarried in the immediate neighborhood, and worked
out by convict labor. We inferred, from what we saw, that stone might
be cheaper than lumber for building purposes. The convicts who worked
in quarrying stone appeared to be the most finished illustrations
of laziness reduced to a system that I have ever met with, and to
accomplish the least amount of work that it was possible for men to
perform who kept steadily at it all day. This was what they called
"working government stroke;" and they might have all taken diplomas at
the great Circumlocution Office in the science of, How not to do it.
They were not allowed to stop work entirely, nor were they ever hurried
up. Sentinels in scarlet paced back and forth near them, but this was
merely to preserve order and to prevent escape. The convicts themselves
were all in uniform of stout, coarse cloth, with the name of the gang
or division to which they belonged conspicuously stenciled on the leg
of the pants, and across the back of the frock-shirt. Thus some were
labelled "Chain Gang," others "Hyde Park Barracks," and so on. They
were scarcely ever called convicts here, I observed, being spoken of
either politely, as "government men," or else, in slang phrase, as
"lags."

One of the striking features of Sydney, as of all British seaport
towns of any size, was the taverns, or "publics," the name of which
was legion, each having its distinctive sign. Here were to be found
the Red Cross, the Blue Cross, and crosses of all hues of the rainbow;
the Red Rose and the White Rose as rivals, typical of the ancient
houses of Lancaster and York; the Thistle and the Shamrock both
rivalling the Rose, and again a more compromising publican bore aloft
a trinity of all three; Red Lions, Green Boars, Blue Elephants, and
other impossibilities in zoology, boldly asserted the reality of their
existence, while Swans and Magpies on one side of the street eyed
Crooked Billets and Wheels of Fortune on the other, and the Jolly Tar
near the landing swung his tarpaulin aloft, and kicked up his heels at
the whole 'long shore tribe' of them. The landlord of this house was
especially gracious to us all, and found his account in it, as our men
spent much of their time and money in his establishment, so that the
Jolly Tar was, for the time being, even more jolly than was his wont.

The advent of an American whaleship at Sydney was a rare occurrence at
that day, though, two or three years later, it became a fashionable
port of resort for Nor'westmen, the exorbitant port-charges to foreign
ships having been taken off, as also the duties on oil sold under a
certain quantity. As we had a good voyage in the ship, and came on
shore with substantial linings to our pockets, we were always welcome
visitors at the "publics," taking the wind out of the sails of all
wool-droghers, soldiers, and bar-room loungers generally. It was "Get
up, Jack, and let John sit down," when the Yankee whaler's men were
coming. I made the acquaintance of an intelligent seaman at the Jolly
Tar, a Philadelphian, who had been here some time, having been left
sick in the hospital from an American brig, and was anxious to ship and
go home with us if possible. Speaking of the landlord of the house,
this Ashton said to me:

"You would hardly believe, would you, that this man was sent here with
two pen'worth of lag?"

"Two pen'orth of lag!" said I, considerably mystified, "What do you
mean by that?"

"It means," explained Ashton, "in the slang phrase used here, that he
was transported for fourteen years. A term of seven years is called a
pen'orth of lag, fourteen years two pen'orth, and so on."

"But you don't mean to say that he is a convict, now?" said I.

"Certainly," he returned, "but you must not use that word here; or, if
you do, don't speak it so loud. Say a 'government man.' He is still
under sentence. I don't know what his offence was, but a few years
ago a small matter was enough to transport a man. The law is changed
now, and the system is, I think, abolished altogether. No new ones are
brought, and these you see here are old stock whose term of service has
not yet run out."

"But can a convict, then, go into business for himself?"

"Yes, after he gets his ticket of emancipation, which is generally
granted to him after two or three years of good behavior. He can then
go to work for himself, and is, to all intents and purposes, free,
except that he cannot go out of the colony. In most cases, they don't
want to, as they are infinitely better off here than they would be in
England. I am told that some of the wealthiest men in the colony are
'lags.'"

"But why was the system abolished?" I asked.

"Because, in its practical working, it proved worse than a failure.
In fact, instead of checking crime, it was setting a premium upon it.
It is said that men, who would like to emigrate to this country but
could never accumulate money enough to pay their passage, would commit
a theft, so as to be sent here at government expense. They would then
conduct themselves well, so as to get their tickets of emancipation,
go to work for themselves, and send home the means to bring their
families out. Indeed, it is said there were not a few cases where the
wife, too, committed theft in order to join her husband, for women were
transported as well as men."

"But the system, if it did not prevent crime, answered the purpose of
peopling the colony, I suppose?"

"Hardly that," said Ashton, "except with rogues and felons; for the
really honest and industrious classes who form the great bulk of those
who come to Australia, would hardly desire to emigrate to a penal
settlement, full of desperadoes and thieves. The colony has not grown
as fast in population under the system, as it would without it, or as
it will hereafter. But here comes some of the crew of that whaling bark
that got in this morning. She got seven hundred barrels, and left the
ground, with whales plenty, because the men's time was up."

"Do they ship for a fixed length of time, then?"

"Yes, it is specified in the articles; and not only the length of the
voyage, but the price they are to receive for their oil when they
arrive. I went down to see the agents of the Lady Blackwood, that
sailed yesterday. I had some idea of shipping, but they had already as
many foreigners on the articles as the law allowed. They were ready
to ship me if I would make oath that I was a British subject, but, of
course, I declined doing so, and that was an end of the negotiation. We
were to sign for eighteen months, and to have fifty pounds a tun for
our oil, to have two glasses of grog a day and lime-juice, pursuant to
the Act of Parliament, and the devil knows what else," said Ashton,
with a laugh; "but come, let's go up to the 'Royal Victoria Theatre,'
and spend the evening. The seamen will all rally there to-night, for
'Black-eyed Susan' is announced on the bills."

After the play was over, we came down to the Jolly Tar, and stepped in
to take a parting glass, as I intended going on board in one of the
wherries, several of which were moored near by, the watermen having
a little watch-house, or shanty, where they could make themselves
comfortable and where one or more of them could be found, ready for
a job, at all hours of the night. It was getting late, and the public
house was deserted and quiet, though not yet closed. There was no one
in the bar when we entered, but a single small lamp was burning on
a shelf. As Ashton was a boarder in the house, he was perfectly at
home there, and he passed through into a back room to call some one
to attend to our wants at the bar. While waiting for him, I saw the
form of a stout man pass across the doorway, and disappear by a narrow
entry or passage leading towards the back of the house. I saw that
he had on a blue flannel shirt, such as English seamen usually wear,
and supposing him to be a boarder about retiring for the night, gave
no further thought to the matter. The landlord made his appearance to
wait upon us, and, after taking our parting nip, we lingered a moment
outside under the little veranda in front.

"There's a strange sail in these waters," said Ashton. "Did you see the
man who went out at the back door while you stood in the bar?"

"Yes, I saw a man," I answered; "but thought he was one of the regular
crew of the house. I shouldn't know him again if I met him, for I only
had a glimpse of him for a moment, and that by a dim light."

"Well, that," said he, "is a runaway convict--I beg his pardon--a
government man. He doesn't know me, but his face is familiar to me,
for I have seen him several times at work; in the chain-gang, too. I
suppose our landlord is hiding him, and he will lurk round here till he
gets a chance to escape into the bush, or else to get on board of some
vessel. However, it is none of my business. If he can make his escape,
why, let him, I say."

"Well, so do I," I replied. "I don't think either of us would turn
informer for the sake of the reward that may be offered for him. Well,
good-night." I hailed a waterman, and in a few minutes was on board the
Arethusa.

We were ready for sea within a few days after this occurrence, and,
though we had enjoyed our stay at this port, we were all impatient to
lift our anchor for the last time, as we hoped, before dropping it
off Nantucket Bar. Peter, the Mani Kanaka, took his discharge here,
as he had no desire to go to America, and had been offered a chance
as boatsteerer in a Sydney whaler. I could not help feeling deeply at
parting with the brave fellow, who had stood by me so faithfully in the
adventure at Dominica, and whom I should probably never see again. My
friend Ashton was shipped to fill this vacancy.

It was a fine morning when we hove short and loosed our foretopsail,
with the stars and stripes flying at the mizzen peak, and waited for
the police-boat which we saw pushing off to board us, as is done in the
case of every vessel leaving this port. The first order of the officer
in charge of the boat was to have the crew mustered. We were all drawn
up on the quarter and main deck, our number counted, and our names
called and responded to. We remained as we had been drawn up, while
the police, armed with pistols and swords, proceeded to search the
ship. This form is always gone through with on board of every outgoing
vessel; but in our case the search was more rigidly conducted than
usual. The cabin and forecastle were examined; the hatches were taken
off, and the between decks rummaged by armed men in every direction;
the galley, the round house, the boats, and every place above deck
capable of concealing a man, were visited; and the cover was lifted off
the tryworks to get a look into the pots. The result was satisfactory
to the officer that all were on board who ought to be, and no others.

"Captain," said he, "I have detained you to make a strict search, for
the reason that a notorious criminal, known as 'Galway Mike,' made his
escape from the chain-gang a few days ago, and is still at large. He
has probably gone back into the bush, for he got away once before, and
was nearly two years a bushranger, and you know, I suppose, what sort
of a life that is. It is but a few weeks since he was captured, and
he has managed to get off again. But our search of your ship has been
thorough, and I presume that you and your officers are willing to give
your word of honor that there is no concealed man on board, to your
knowledge."

Of course they were ready to do so.

"That is sufficient," said the boarding officer. "You can take up
your anchor now, understanding, of course, that you are to hold no
communication with the shore by boats after doing so. I am sorry
to have delayed you so long, but my duty must be done. I wish you
good-morning, and a pleasant voyage."

He had hardly landed at the pier, before our anchor was being bowsed up
to the cat-head with the roaring chorus of "Time for us to go!" and,
under our three topsails and jib, we were shooting out of our berth
and threading our way among the fleet of shipping. The pilot left us
when near "the Heads," and the long Pacific waves again tossed our
noble ship along with her cutwater pointed homeward. We were busied in
securing the anchors, and getting everything in sea trim generally,
and, with a fresh breeze on our quarter, we had run the coast of New
South Wales well into the dim distance before getting our meridian
observation.

"Mr. Grafton," said the captain, as he took his quadrant from the case,
"you may set the foretopmast-staysail. It will do some good with the
wind out here on the quarter."

"Ay, ay, sir," answered the mate. "Stand by to hoist the staysail,"
said he, as he came forward. "Jump out there, Kelly, and cast that stop
off."

The staysail had been furled ever since the night we let go our anchor
in Sydney, being stowed flat down on the netting, and stopped with a
short piece of small rope. Kelly had cast off the stop, and sung out
"Hoist away!" when he nearly lost his balance and fell overboard, as
the folds of the canvas opened before him, and a powerful, sun-browned
man, with hair and beard close shaven, leaped out on the bowsprit, and
stood staring into his astonished eyes.

"Hillo!" shouted the mate; "Who the devil is this boarding us over the
bows? Here, this way, you, sir! Where did you come from?"

The strange man had by this time jumped in on deck, and casting a
glance astern at the dim outline of the land melting in the horizon,
muttered:

"All right, he wont put back now to land me."

"That's the very man who was lurking round the Jolly Tar," said Ashton
to me, as he came aft with the mate.

"Who are you?" asked Captain Upton. "A convict, I suppose, or you
wouldn't be shaved and shingled so closely. Either an escaped convict,
or a deserter from the army. Are you the man they were searching for
this morning?"

The stranger folded his arms, and answered boldly:

"Yes, sir; I'm an escaped convict, as you call it, or as I should say,
a runaway lag. I am the very man they were looking for this morning. My
name is--never mind what it really is--I am best known as Galway Mike."

I observed that there was no Irish accent in his speech. The title by
which he was known was evidently a misnomer.

"And how long have you been stowed away in the staysail?"

"Since last night, sir;" he replied.

"Did any of my crew help you, or stow you away?"

"No, sir. No one of them knew I was there until now, and you would not
have known it till to-morrow, if you hadn't had occasion to hoist the
sail."

"And what do you expect me to do with you now?" asked the captain,
who was evidently impressed by the man's speech and bearing, and who
had that repugnance that all seamen feel to delivering up to justice
any man who has thrown himself on their protection. The certainty of a
hundred pounds reward, would not, probably, have tempted a man of the
ship's company to vote for putting back to land him, though none of us
really wanted him as a shipmate.

"You'll do what you please with me, of course," answered the convict,
coolly. "I don't care much what it is, so that you don't carry me back
to the chain-gang. I hope you won't do that, sir."

"No, I'm sure I shall not do that, with a forty miles offing, a strong
westerly wind, and homeward bound;" said the old man.

"Well, sir, I'm willing to do duty and act a man's part on board the
ship," said Galway Mike. "I'm not much of a sailor, but I've been a
short time at sea, and I'm strong and willing."

"But I don't want you;" replied the captain. "My crew list is full, and
I shall not carry you to America, for no one there would thank me for
it, if what is said of your past life is true."

"Never mind what is said of my past life, now, sir," he interposed; "I
shall neither confirm nor deny anything. What is to be done with me,
then?"

"I shall be obliged to land you somewhere in New Zealand, though I
suppose that amounts to nearly the same thing as carrying you back to
Sydney," said the old man, with a shade of regret.

"Not at all, sir," said Mike, "unless you put me directly into the
hands of the authorities. If you will land me so that I can have a few
hours start of them, they may whistle for me. I'm quite willing to take
my chance among the Maories."

"All right!" returned the captain, glad to be able to compromise with
his sympathies in this way. "I shall make the land in a few days, and
will set you ashore there somewhere. How did you get on board? by
swimming?"

"Yes, sir. I swam under the bows, and climbed up the chain cable."

"Well, I must say you showed good judgment in selecting a
hiding-place," said the captain, with a laugh. "What would you have
done if we had set the staysail when we first got under way?"

"I say nothing about what I would have done under circumstances that
did not occur," answered the man quietly. "I should have done all that
could be done. It's not the first runaway business that I've had to do
with."

"I presume not;" the captain replied, laughing again, for he was amused
at the stranger's oddity and perfect coolness. "Well, go forward and
tell the cook to give you some dinner with the rest, for you must be
sharp-set by this time. I will do as well as I can by you, but I must
get rid of you at New Zealand, anyhow."

"Thank you, sir!" answered Galway, as he passed forward among the crew.

"What do you think of him, Mr. Grafton?" said the old man.

"He's no Irishman. There's no Mike about him, nor Galway either," said
the mate. "My honest belief is, that he is an American, though how he
got out here as a transported convict I expect would be a long story.
It's useless to ask _him_ about it, that's evident."

"Quite so," answered the captain. "But, come, I have lost my latitude,
talking with him, and the steward is waiting dinner for us."



CHAPTER XXIII.

HOMEWARD.--THE EPISODE OF GALWAY MIKE.--CAPE HORN.--THE LAST WHALE.


The inspiring cry of "There she blows!" greeted our ears the third
day after leaving Sydney, and two sixty-barrel bulls, tugging at the
fluke-chains that night, were the rich reward of our hard day's labor,
putting us all in high spirits, for another hundred barrels would
fill the ship, and this we hoped to get somewhere on the passage. Our
progress was somewhat delayed, of course, as we were obliged to lose
the fair wind while cutting. We had the last "junk" in the tackles,
when a sail was seen to windward running down across us, and, on
drawing nearer, was made out to be a small hermaphrodite brig. He
seemed to recognize us, for, instead of running down across us, he
rounded to windward and lowered his boat. As he came up to the wind,
exposing his broadside to view, we had no difficulty in recognizing a
little brigantine that lay a little inshore of us, while in Sydney.
"That's the Paramatta!" said a dozen voices at once, and no one knew
her better than our supernumerary shipmate. He said not a word to those
near him, but went aft to the captain. He stood respectfully on the
lee side of the quarter deck, waiting till the old man should be at
liberty to notice him. Nothing in his manner or appearance indicated
that he was at all disturbed or alarmed.

"Well, Mike," said the old man, as, shutting up his spyglass and
turning round, he, for the first time, perceived him. "What's the word?
You know that fellow, I suppose?"

"O, yes, sir. That's the Paramatta, bound to Auckland. I suppose it's
all up with me."

"How so?" asked the old man. "Do you mean to go on board and give
yourself up?"

"No, sir, not I; I shall never go unless I am carried by force; but I
thought perhaps you might give me up, as it would save you the trouble
and delay of landing me at New Zealand. Perhaps I did you injustice in
thinking so. I hope I did, sir."

"Of course you did, Mike," said the captain, severely. "I gave you
my word that I would land you, and I shall keep it. Perhaps you had
better keep out of sight for the present, as I don't care to have it
known that you are on board my ship, and some of the boat's crew might
recognize you."

"All right, sir," replied the convict. "I'll be all snug before they
get here. His crew wouldn't be likely to blow upon me any more than
yours would, but old Pickering himself would sell me at sight to get
the reward. He would like nothing better than to take me to Auckland.
You see he isn't a regular-built seaman, sir; he's a sort of 'long
shore trader."

"I see," said the old man. "Well, he won't be much the wiser for his
visit to me. But here he is, close under our quarter. You wont need
any instruction about hiding yourself, for you are qualified to teach
me," he added, with a laugh, as Mike passed forward and vanished below
the deck.

"It's very likely," said the old man, walking to the mainmast, and
raising his voice for the benefit of all who might be within hearing,
"that some inquiries will be made about that man who is not down by
name on the ship's articles. As for myself, I don't mean to know
anything about him. The rest of you, of course, are at liberty to turn
informers, if you wish to. I should be sorry to think any of my men
would do so, but I have no authority to dictate what subjects you shall
talk about."

He had said enough; Mike's secret was perfectly safe. Pickering, the
skipper of the brigantine, a "comfortable" looking Englishman, with
thin side whiskers, and a general roast-beef appearance, stepped on
deck and shook hands with Captain Upton.

"Ah! captain, you've got a good cut, I see."

"Yes," answered the old man. "We've had greasy luck, and got a couple
of nice whales. When did you leave Sydney?"

"The same day that you did, in the afternoon. Have you got a strange
man on board, captain?"

"I don't see any," said our conscientious skipper, glancing innocently
forward among the groups of men. "Your harbor police overhauled me
pretty severely before I tripped my anchor, and _they_ didn't see any,
either."

"Yes, I noticed they spent some time on board of you. But there was
a mighty stir among them within two hours after you left. The keeper
of that public near the landing was arrested for having harbored and
concealed him. Some one informed against him, and it was proved that
this Galway Mike had been seen near the house the evening before, and
so, instead of putting back into the bush, it was thought he had gone
on board some vessel."

"The Jolly Tar is fallen into melancholy, then, I suppose."

"Yes," replied Pickering; "the landlord had his 'ticket' revoked, for
he was a lag himself. He was lugged up to Hyde Park Barracks and put
into uniform. He will have to serve out his time in the stone quarry."

"But don't you think," asked the old man, "that if that convict had
been on board the ship, he would have shown himself before this time?"

"Yes, he would," said the Englishman, "unless some of your men are
parties to his concealment, and furnish him with food. In that case he
might be concealed for some time."

"So he might," said our captain, dryly. "That's true."

"He may be hid somewhere on board at this moment," observed Pickering,
in a low and mysterious tone.

"I shouldn't wonder," answered Captain Upton, in the same manner. "Or
he may be on board the Paramatta."

"He wouldn't be likely to run from New South Wales to New Zealand, if
he could get any other voyage. There's thirty pound reward offered for
his apprehension," said Pickering.

"Is there, indeed? That's quite an object. But, come, let's go below
and take something. I'm too busy to hunt for the man now, but if I
should find him on board before I get to New Zealand, I'll land him
there."

They reappeared in a few minutes, and Pickering manned his boat and
left us. The brigantine was soon running off on her course, and the
convict was again at work among the rest.

"His fingers are itching for that thirty pounds, Mr. Grafton," said
the old man. "He didn't make anything by coming here. I didn't tell
him any lies though--or, at least, nothing but Quaker lies," said
he, compromising with his conscience. The mate laughed, evidently
understanding what he meant; but Mr. Dunham inquired his meaning.

"Well," said the captain, in explanation, "you don't remember Uncle
Reuben the shoemaker, but Mr. Grafton does. I went there to be measured
for a pair of boots, and, of course, I asked him when they would be
done? 'Well,' said he, 'thee may come in seventh-day night.' So at the
appointed time, I went for my boots, and he hadn't begun on them yet. I
was much disappointed, for I expected to have worn them on Sunday, and
I said to him, indignantly: 'You told me they would be done Saturday
night.' 'O, no!' said Uncle Reuben, in his mild way; 'I didn't tell
thee so. I told thee, _thee might come_ seventh-day night, and that
was just what I meant. If they were done, thee could have them; if not,
I would tell thee when to come again.' Now that was as near a lie as
anything that I said to Captain Pickering."

We finished boiling and stowing down our oil, and again cracked sail
on the ship. On the twelfth day after leaving our port we made the
North Cape of New Zealand, and the islands named, by Tasman, "The Three
Kings." We stood in near the coast, looking for an eligible place to
set our man ashore, and the old man said to him:

"I suppose, Mike, you wouldn't want to be landed very near the Bay of
Islands?"

"No," said the convict, "I would rather not. Put me among the Maories,
and that is all I want. There is a headland here not far off. I'll
tell you when we come to it. There, I can see it now," said Mike,
who appeared to be better acquainted with the coast than any one on
board. "There is the entrance to a snug, land-locked bay called by
the natives, Wangaroa. It's not generally known to whalers yet, but
will be visited more, by and by. Put me on the rocks, anywhere within
the entrance, and I'll give you no more trouble. I am known among
that tribe there. The English authorities will not find me, there.
The Maories are in a state of war with the English, and they are not
to be despised when they fight in their own way, among their native
mountains."

We hove to off the place indicated, and lowered our boat, taking the
convict himself as our pilot. He shook hands heartily with everybody,
seeming neither elated nor despondent, but self-collected and
impassible as he always was. He took with him nothing but an old musket
and some ammunition which the old man had given him. We rounded a point
of rocks and pulled a short distance into the bay, when two Maories,
on an elevation a short distance from us, hailed us, at the same time
bringing their muskets up to the shoulder. We ceased pulling and lay
on our oars. The convict rose and answered them in their own dialect,
seeming to speak it quite fluently. They answered again, and a short
conference seemed to produce satisfactory results, for they lowered
their guns and descended the hill towards us, after giving a louder
shout than any before, to which we could hear a responsive yell from
voices further up the bay.

"They'll pass the word all the way over those mountains," said our cool
and ready companion. "There's a chain of sentinels and pickets on every
hill. It's all right; these fellows know me well. Lay right in for that
flat rock, and I'll land there."

We did so; he jumped out on the ledge of rock, and with a single
"good-by" to us, he rushed up to meet the two natives half-way. They
seemed to greet each other as former acquaintances might, and the three
disappeared over the brow of the hill together, as we pulled out at the
mouth of the bay. This was the last that any one of us ever saw of our
"government man;" but some two years afterwards, I read, by accident,
in a Sydney newspaper, an account of a smart and bloody skirmish
between the English troops and the Maori tribes, and among the slain
had been found the body of a white man, tattooed in the face like a
chief of rank, and it was recognized as that of a desperado long known
in the colonial settlements as Galway Mike. Thus read the statement in
the Gazette, and this is all I know of his history.

The passage across the South Pacific Ocean is monotonous and barren
of incident. From New Zealand to Cape Horn we had rugged weather and
strong winds, for the most part fair for running on our course, at
times blowing, day after day, with the regularity of trades, again
hauling a few points so as to trim for it on the other quarter, and in
one or two instances increasing to a gale, so violent as to compel us
to heave to for the safety of the ship. As we approached Cape Horn we
again encountered the cutting hail squalls which seem almost peculiar
to this part of the world, but with the wind aft, we did not mind them
so much as when outward bound. Rolling off before the westerly gales
with sufficient press of canvas on the ship to keep her well clear of
the mountainous seas in chase of her, with everything well secured, and
careful men at the wheel, we laughed at the weather now, and wondered
at our own progress, as we counted off five, six, or seven degrees of
longitude each day, and reckoned how many more days at this rate of
sailing ere we should have room to edge away to the northward and begin
to steal towards a milder climate. Degrees of longitude are short ones
in this latitude, and we seem to be "putting a girdle round about the
earth," if not, like Puck, "in forty minutes," yet still at a rate that
appears to us marvellous, as we find our clock nearly half an hour
behind the sun each day at meridian, and push her ahead to keep her up
to our flying rate of progress.

Land ho! most welcome to our eager eyes, rough, barren and
uninhabitable though it be, the storm-beaten rock of Diego Ramirez, for
it tells us where we are, better than the whole slateful of figures.
"Shake out another reef!" she'll bear it! another day's run, and we can
shove her off north-east on the "home side of the land"--the towering
seas gather and roll on after us--but keep the canvas on her and she
will keep ahead of them--every one of them shoots her on towards "Home,
sweet home"--Diego Ramirez fades into the dark squall astern, and if
the wind stands where it is, we shall catch Cape Horn asleep. That
squall has passed--it is not so heavy as it promised to be--"Give her
the mainto'gallantsail!" We must make the most of the breeze while we
have it, for we're homeward bound! The sun rises brightly this morning,
and the wind is fresh yet, and canting to the southward--"Never mind!
let her slide off two points, east-north-east now!" for we've plenty of
sea room--we're in the Atlantic!

We passed to the eastward of the Falklands, and were nearly on the
ground where we lost our third mate, when outward-bound. Of course the
melancholy circumstance was recalled, and talked over, and the captain
mentioned that some twelve years previous, when mate of the Colossus,
he had struck a whale in this vicinity, and lost him in consequence of
his iron breaking.

"I hope," said he, "to see whales yet in crossing this ground. It bids
fair to be a good day to-morrow, and I think we will shorten sail at
night and let her jog easy, so as to take a good look along here. One
large whale would be all we want to chock us off, and we would go home
with flying colors."

The next morning we had hardly got the reefs shaken out, when whales
were raised. There were several of them, but they did not appear to run
together, but were seen here and there in different directions, and
were also irregular in their time of rising and going down.

"These whales have been gallied," said the old man, "and have not
got regular yet. Some ship has been whaling here yesterday, I think.
But here is one off the lee quarter that I think can be struck, Mr.
Grafton. You and Mr. Dunham lower away and go down there and try him,
and I will wait a while and take the ship's chance. If you get fast,
I'll come down there to you."

Away we went off to leeward, but it soon appeared that his whaleship
was too shy for us, and was playing a dodge game with us. In vain we
tried to "prick for him;" we spread our chances, and used our best
judgment, but all to no purpose. He always rose in some unexpected
quarter, and spouting but a few times, was down again before we could
get near enough to "stand up." At length he took a start and went off
to leeward at a round pace, and led on by our ardor in the chase we
pursued it until we were full three miles from the ship, when it became
evident that he was moving faster and faster at each rising, and we
abandoned the chase, especially as the ship showed no signs of running
off, but still lay aback in the same position as when we lowered. We
laid round the heads of our boats towards the ship, and pulled to
windward, wondering why the old man still kept his luff, when up went
the ensign at the peak, and the small signal at the main was run up and
down several times in rapid succession.

"Give way hard, boys!" said the mate. "We are wanted in a hurry. The
old man must have lowered and struck a whale to windward, and wants
help. Perhaps he's stove! spring hard and shoot her up there!"

We put our strength to the oars with a will, the second mate keeping
way with us, and, though doing our best, it seemed in our anxiety
and impatience, that he did not make any headway. The signal was now
and then run up and down again hurriedly, speaking the most urgent
language of which it was capable. We saw men on the bearers, apparently
trying to clear away the lashings of the spare boat which was turned
up overhead, but soon this seemed to be abandoned. We could make
out now, as we drew nearer, that the cooper was on the hurricane
house, waving with all his might to us and thus stimulated to greater
exertion, we toiled away at our oars, the boats jumping into the head
sea, and sending the spray all over us. We could hear them hailing us
from the ship, long before we could make out the words. We could see
them pointing to windward, as if to tell us we were needed there. Up
across the stern we held our long and strong stroke, receiving the
information as we passed, that the old man had struck a whale off the
weather bow, and he had run him into the "sun-glaze," so that they
could not see him from the ship, and they thought he must be stoven. He
could not be far off, however, as he was not more than a mile from the
ship when last seen.

"Give way hard, boys!" said the mate again. "Brace forward, Cooper,
and down tacks!" but he was already mustering his small force for this
purpose. We "laid back" on our oars, the mates heaving at the stroke
oars, and keeping a sharp look out, not pulling directly at the glare
of the sun, but in a direction abaft it so as to look broad off the bow
and beam of the boat. Soon the mate's countenance lighted, and he threw
her head suddenly off with the steering oar.

"Here they are!" said he, "and not far from us, either! Spring hard,
men! They're all on the wreck--two, four, five, six--all safe yet!"

They were, indeed, all safe as yet; but we were none too soon, for
they were nearly exhausted, as there was a smart sea on, washing over
them, and they had all they could do to keep their positions, the
strongest assisting and encouraging the others. My friend Ashton was
almost gone when I dragged him into our boat; a few minutes more would
have finished him. The whole bottom of their boat was crushed, she had
filled and rolled over with them, and they had all clung to the bottom.

"Never mind the boat," said the old man, "she isn't worth picking up.
Set a waif for the cooper to tack and stand towards us. Let's get on
board, some of us and get the spare boat out. I think we shall see the
whale again if we work up to windward a tack or two."

The ship went about, and soon hove to again close to us. We shot
alongside, put the half-drowned men on board, and had hardly done so
when the whale came up in the ship's wake, distance less that half a
mile. "Shove off!" was the word, and we were after him again with two
boats, while the captain with his force were already rousing the third
one off the bearers. The second mate got the lead this time and was
fast a few minutes after pushing astern of the ship. The whale rounded
to, and "showed good play," and we were quickly on hand to let more
blood from him. He was already weakened from his wounds, and a few
touches of the lance made him our prize. The spare boat was not called
into service; but another short tack with the ship, and with shouts
of triumph that rang loud and clear over the sea, we hauled alongside
our last whale, that was to "chock off" the between decks and fill
all our spare casks. Our perils in the attack of these monsters were
over, for this voyage. No more hard pulls to windward--no involuntary
sea-bathing--no more tedious "mastheads" to be stood. Well might we
shout over this "last but not least" of our hard-earned prizes.



CHAPTER XXIV.

HOMEWARD.

_The whale recognized as an old acquaintance.--Incidents of the run
home.--Nantucket again._


The last whale! How many pleasant recollections are associated with
this landmark in the voyage! How many congratulations were exchanged
among us, and how many smart things said! Sweethearts and wives
are especially remembered, for both married and single are in high
feather, and this is emphatically a red-letter day in the Arethusa's
calendar. The work of cutting goes bravely on, amid a running fire of
good-natured remarks and spicy jokes, which, of course, between the
regular "natives" bear something of a personal character; for every
true knight of the island chivalry in those days had his "ladie-love,"
whose image, held in fond remembrance, fired his heart and nerved
his arm in his perilous encounters with leviathan. Each of our
Nantucketers, on occasions like this, called to mind some fair face and
form, his life-partner, either _in esse_ or in _posse_; all had either
wives to _main_tain or wives to _ob_tain. The captain himself is not
slow to take part in this badinage, for we are cutting the last whale
now, and it is a time to waive the little restraints of rank.

"This is a noble whale, and, being the last one, of course, the blubber
is uncommonly fat," said he, as he drove his sharp spade into it, and
slashed it into convenient pieces with true professional pride; "this
is the one that pays for the bridal outfits and town clerk's fees.
Let's see, Mr. Grafton, we shall get invitations to three weddings,
certain. I don't know but more, but we may count on three."

"Mr. Bunker thinks we needn't count on him," said the mate.

"Nonsense!" returned the old man. "He thinks we Newtowners don't know
his cruising-grounds, because the first landfall he means to make is
away up North Shore Hill. But he can't throw any dust in my eyes."

"You didn't mean to count me, sir," said Fisher, "for I never have
anything to do with the women."

"No, of course not," said the captain. "I'll bet that within
forty-eight hours after we all get our new sails bent, I shall meet
you, head and head, coming down the fashionable side of Orange Street,
with studdingsails out both sides--sweeping common folks like me right
off into the gutter."

"Well, I've got sisters, you know, sir," said Fisher with a half-blush.
"I must show them round."

"Yes, I know it; but, if the Fortitude gets home ahead of us, _one_ of
your sisters wont want your services."

"That's so," put in the second mate. "You can set a new studdingsail on
that boom, Fisher."

"There, you haven't a word to say, Mr. Dunham," replied the captain.
"If you were landed there to-day, there would be an invasion of
'Egypt,' and a 'rush to arms' in that quarter of the world that would
equal anything in the days of Bonaparte. A-a-ah! my spade!" said he,
suddenly changing his tone. "I've struck a ringbolt--no, it isn't--it's
something in the blubber--head of an iron--somebody has had a crack at
this whale before."

He pulled it out, and wiped it off with a piece of canvas, scraped it
lightly with his jackknife, and examined it with an incredulous look.

"Eureka!" he shouted at last, holding up the fragment of the harpoon.
"Here's my iron! Who says he isn't my own whale, when he has carried my
mark these twelve years!"

It was even as he said. There was little more than the barbed head
left, for it must have been long before the wound cicatrized, and the
small part of the shank had been reduced to a mere shred of iron from
the effects of long attrition and corrosion; but fairly legible on the
thick centre-piece of the head were the marks boldly cut with a chisel,
S. COL'S. L. B.

"Ship Colossus's Larboard Boat," said the old man, triumphantly.
"Shouldn't want any more evidence in case of life and death. It's
twelve years since I struck that fish--_the first time_, I mean."

The last round of blubber has been "piked off;" the last pot of oil
"baled down;" the last pipe stowed that "chocks off betwixt decks,"
and Old Jeff's immense "plantations" displayed in a triumphant
doubleshuffle on the main hatches. Now comes the expected and welcome
order. "Overboard tryworks!" Crowbars, hammers, or whatever else will
serve the purpose, are seized, and rapidly the cumbrous pile of greasy
bricks and mortar disappears under our vigorous blows, the pots alone
being saved for the next voyage; the deck is washed and planed off
where it had stood; and the old strainer, shattered by hard service,
and half-charred by the fire, travels the same road, overboard. We are
all astonished that our ship has such a spacious maindeck; and she
herself, by her more buoyant and elastic movement, seems to share in
the general joy, at being relieved of this unsightly burden.

Still onward, homeward, she bounds along! down into the south-east
trades, where the duty of dressing her up for home begins; where the
operations of fitting, rattling down and tarring down furnish ample
employment for us all; where outward-bound merchantmen are met, and
passed every day, and longitudes compared by chalking them in gigantic
figures on boards, like showmen's posters; where the south-east trades
haul to north-east, and knock us off into the "bight of Brazil,"
compelling us to beat off and on for several days; where _catamarans_,
or triangular rafts, fully officered and manned by one Portuguese,
come off several miles to sea, to catch fish, and to sell them, too,
if a passing ship comes conveniently near; where a big, black steamer,
evidently of Yankee build, but wearing the gorgeous Brazilian flag,
and showing the name "Bahiana," passes almost within hail of us. We
are favored with a slant of wind at last; Cape St. Augustin is doubled
and left astern, the towers of Pernambuco are seen, with ships in the
roadstead, and now the coast again trends to the westward, and is soon
lost to our view.

"Sail ho!" a whaler, too, right from home! Now for a gam, for
newspapers, perhaps letters, too, for some of us, for books, for
tobacco! She hails us, and gives her name as the "Delta, of Greenport."
No letters for us there; but we get bundles of New York papers, and
peruse them, all four pages, from "clew to earring," advertisements and
all. They are filled with politics, for this is campaign year (1844),
and of course, we are highly competent, after nearly three years'
absence, to understand the issues of the hour! Not a word is said
about the National Bank, or the Sub-Treasury, or any of the old bones
of contention which are familiar to us, but everything is Texas or no
Texas. Henry Clay's name is prominent, and excites no wonder, for his
fame has long been national; but "who is James K. Polk?"

The equator is crossed, and now how we check off the degrees of
latitude, day by day, as we run them up in the north-east trades,
for we are on the home side of the line! Our rigging is all fitted
and tarred down, and a coat of paint from the mastheads down to the
water-line, inside and out, works a wonderful change in the appearance
of our noble ship. How eagerly we hail the first patches of gulf-weed!
and as we plough through immense quantities of it, day after day, and
haul great snarls of it in on deck. wonder what is the use of it, and
what becomes of it all, finally?

We pass Bermuda without the usual heavy squalls characteristic of that
locality, but off Hatteras we lie to a couple of days, and ride out
a "clear nor'wester," which seems to blow out of the sun and stars,
rather than the clouds. Block Island is our first landfall; and,
leaving this on our port bow, we shape our course for the Vineyard
Sound. It is nearly night when we see a pilot-boat coming for us, and
every heart leaps with joy at the thought of soon being at anchor in
a home port. Merrily we rouse up the chain cables from their rusty
lockers, and tumble the anchors off the bow; our maintopsail is thrown
aback, and the pilot-boat shoots up within hail.

"What ship _is_ this?" he asks.

"The Arethusa, of Nantucket."

"O yes! how d'ye do, Captain Upton? You look deep," says the pilot.

"Full ship," replies the old man, rather proudly. "What's sperm oil
worth?"

"'Bout eighty-five cents. Haint you got a piece of salt pork to spare,
captain?"

"Yes, half a dozen," answers the captain, who, knowing the ropes, has
it all prepared beforehand. "Here, pass this meat into the boat."

"Now, haint you got a few fathoms of second-hand towline that you can
spare as well as not? You see my peak-halyards, they're about worn out."

"Here it is, waiting for you," says the old man, with a laugh. "It's
the most remarkable thing, that a Sound pilot-boat's peak-halyards
always _are_ about worn out! Here, pass this coil of line into the
boat. I suppose you can get us into Oldtown to-night, can't you pilot?"

"Well, I guess you don't want to go in there, captain. I can get you in
to-night as far as Holmes' Hole, anyhow, and if it's fair weather in
the morning I'll take you right down to the Bar, and the camels will
take you in."

"Ah, yes, the camels; they're a new institution that we've never seen
yet. They've been built since we were away. Do they work well?"

"O, yes, indeed," says the pilot, "pick the ship right up, cargo and
all, and back her into the harbor and drop her alongside of the wharf."

"Good," says Captain Upton; "those are the very animals that I want to
see."

"I reckon the folks down to Nantucket are getting worried a little
about you, captain. They heard from you on Japan, somewhere in the
middle of the season, but they didn't hear of your being at the islands
in the fall, when we got the reports from the fleet. 'Spose you made a
port in some out-of-the-way place?"

"Yes, I made a running cruise of it, and didn't anchor till I made my
last port in Sydney; so I've brought my own report from there."

We ran into Holmes' Hole and anchored at nine o'clock among a large
fleet of coasting vessels, who had made a harbor for the night like
ourselves. Before daylight in the morning we were heaving up again,
and, with a fair wind, we ran down for Nantucket Bar with all our
bunting flying. Down goes our anchor again in the old berth which we
left three years ago, the sails are rolled up to the yards in a hurry,
and a boat is lowered to pull the captain ashore. The owner is seen
with his horse and the inevitable green box on wheels, waiting on the
cliff shore to receive him, and take him to the arms of his family. The
boat pulls square in, and lands him on the north beach, and returns to
the ship, for an immense black Noah's-ark-looking craft is already seen
moving out of the docks in the harbor, which the pilot tells us is "the
camels." Several boats soon arrive, with friends and relatives of the
Nantucket men. Here is our worthy mate's son in one of them, a stout,
well-grown lad and evidently a "chip of the old block;" and here in
another boat is an embryo "Cape Horner," a young brother of Obed B.,
who is already shipped, and is to sail in a fortnight.

"Ah, Obed;" he says, as he hops in over the rail, with hands
outstretched, and his nut-brown, young face lighted up with pleasure
and excitement, "I'm going in the Ranger; and if you hadn't got home
just as you did, you wouldn't have seen me for I don't know how many
years. Yes, the folks are all well at home, and the camels will have
you into the wharf before night. The steamer will be along soon. We've
got a new steamboat, too, since you went away. Say, Obed, I got the
dollar from Captain Upton's wife this morning. I was the first boy
that knew it was the Arethusa. One of the men came down out of the old
south tower, and told me what signal the ship had set, and I put for
the captain's house. I got the dollar, and then I dug for another, for
I knew where the mate's wife lived, too; but some other boys had found
it out by that time, and I had a tight race for it with Jack Manter,
but I was tired then, I had run so far, and Manter got ahead of me, and
sung out first, as he rushed into the front entry, but I tumbled right
in after him. Mrs. Grafton was scared half to death at first, till she
understood what the matter was, and then she laughed and cried both
at once, and handed out a dollar, and said we might divide it, if we
liked, but it belonged to Jack, for he was a little ahead of me, and
I didn't care much, for I'd got one. Some mates' wives don't give but
half a dollar," said he, pausing to get breath.

I cannot stop to hear any more, for here is Richards, still out-door
clerk of Messrs. Brooks & Co., and he is the only man likely to have
any news for us "off islanders." He is ready with a hearty greeting and
hand-shaking, and is prepared to "infit" us with clothing of any style,
price or quality, as soon as we land. He produces a bunch of letters
which have been directed to various ships expected to arrive soon,
"care of Brooks & Co.," and rapidly shuffles them over. Yes! there is
my loved sister's handwriting, and here is another from my parents. I
tear them open with a beating heart; all is well with those nearest
and dearest to me. That is enough for the present. I will read the
details when more at leisure, and in a few days I will be with them. I
shall not write in reply, but, like the ship, I will bring home my own
report.

"Here comes the camels round Brant Point!" cries the mate, running with
the spyglass to look at the clumsy, floating dock which is creeping
slowly at us, without any visible means of propulsion, so far as we
can see, for the propellers are under the stern. It looks like nothing
in the way of naval architecture that we have ever seen, but might
serve as an immense floating battery, to be moored for the defence of a
harbor. As it draws nearer, we can see that it is built in two parts,
being divided lengthwise. The inside of each section or half is built
concave to receive the hull of the ship, and to fit round her sides,
and under her bilge and floor, as nearly as possible to its general
form. The two parts are connected by several heavy chains, which are
secured on the deck of one "camel," passing down through it under the
keel of the ship, and up through the other, where they are hove taut
with windlasses.

The camels having taken up their position near the ship, the plugs
are drawn, allowing them to fill with water and sink. Being now ready
to receive the ship, our anchor is hove up, lines streamed, and she
is hauled in between them. The connecting chains are then hove taut
by the windlasses, and thus the ship is completely docked, her bottom
resting fairly on the concave inner surfaces of the camels, and the
chains passing under her keel. She is now ready to be raised, and as
soon as the steamboat heaves in sight, returning from her regular trip
to New Bedford the steam pumps are set in operation throwing out the
water from the camels. The steamer passes within hail, and goes on
into the harbor to land her mails and passengers, the captain promising
to return at once and hook on to us. Meanwhile the steampumps work
steadily on, throwing out the water, and the whole fabric is seen
gradually to rise, inch by inch, till the water is all out, and the
ship is lifted out of the water, the camels themselves being flat and
the draft very light. We are just in time for the returning steamboat,
hawsers are run to us, she takes us in tow, and after a short struggle
to overcome the _vis inertiæ_ of the immense arklike contrivance, we
move along under good headway. We round Brant Point and steam up nearly
to the end of the wharf, when the steamer leaves us, the camels are
filled and sink down again, the ship is dropped out from between them,
lines run to the pier, and, in a few minutes, she is tied up head and
stern alongside her wharf, and ready to discharge her oil. "Hurrah for
the camels!" is the sentiment of every man on board, and of nearly
every one on shore, too, except the lightermen whose "occupation is
gone."

Our old landlord is on hand to furnish us board and lodging at the old
rates; Messrs. Brooks & Co. are in the same place, the same business
operations are going on now as three years ago, and the same knots of
seafaring men, or, at least, their very counterparts, pervade "the
store," and pass their time in much the same manner. No one seems to
have changed or grown any older. There is nothing new under the sun but
the camels and the steamer "Massachusetts."

Of course, we could not be paid off until the oil was discharged
on the wharf, gauged, and filled up, so that our "lays" could be
calculated exactly. This detained me several days; for, although
I might have drawn money from the owners, or from Brooks & Co.,
yet I preferred to settle up the whole matter before going home to
my friends, rather than to be under the necessity of returning to
Nantucket. I, of course, took my place among the veteran whalemen, now.
I had earned the right to wear a fine, blue roundabout, and morocco
pumps, with long streamers of ribbon, to roll and swagger as becomes
the "ancient mariner," and to patronize the green hands who formed the
last cargo of the Lydia Ann, for that gallant craft is still running as
good as new.

The newly-arrived seaman, if he be man enough to keep himself sober,
finds the time hang heavily on his hands. A restless activity is
observable in all his movements, and some sort of excitement must be
found to drive away the blues. It _is_ found, at least so long as the
money lasts. We patronized the livery stables extensively; for every
day a string of carriages might be seen bound at racing speed to or
from Siasconset, or "South Shore," the occupants urging the smoking
horses to their greatest efforts, in desperate rivalry to "outsail"
each other; and the cruise is a dull one, and wanting in interest,
unless there is either a capsize, a breakdown, a runaway, or a
collision. Jack is no horseman, though he is prone to think himself an
excellent one. His courage and coolness in emergencies, perhaps, stand
him in as good stead as would a better acquaintance with the management
of the animal, for he never becomes excited after the danger arrives,
and never loses his self-possession at the very moment it is needed. It
is owing perhaps to this fact, that he never gets hurt in these little
equestrian diversions, though he often has heavy bills to pay for
repairs, to the livery-stable proprietors.

The bowling-alley is another of the seaman's favorite resorts, where
he can strip to his shirt sleeves, select the heaviest balls, and
sling them at the pins with a perfect _abandon_ or "looseness," as he
would term it. The game is muscular and boisterous, and these are its
recommendations; for, it is notable that the whaleman, or at least, the
_young_ whaleman, never affects billiards. Gentle exercise, such as can
be taken with the coat buttoned, is not to his taste, until after he
arrives at the rank of chief mate, and has more sedateness, and more
dignity to maintain.

But few days are allowed me to participate in the rough sports of my
brother Cape Horners, for the stevedore's gang, and the laborers, with
the gauger on the wharf have not been idle, and the "figurer," as he is
called here (and who, by the way, is not one of the owners of the ship,
but a disinterested party), is ready to settle up and pay us off. The
next morning sees a goodly number of us on board the steamer, bound for
our respective homes. We take our last look at the ship that has borne
us in safety over so many thousand miles of ocean, as she now lies at
the next wharf, high out of water, and in process of being stripped to
a girtline, for she is to be fitted out again as fast as possible under
command of Mr. Grafton. He has offered me a good berth in her, but I
have not committed myself yet by any decided answer. Kelly and Hoeg
are both going with him, as boatsteerers, of course, and perhaps some
of the others. But I must visit my home in the country, and look about
me a little before I make up my mind for another whaling cruise. In
the meantime, I bid them a hearty farewell, as to all others who have
accompanied me, either in the good ship herself, or in these sketches,
through the pleasures and perils, the lights and shades of my checkered
cruise in the Arethusa.


                               THE END.



                              FOOTNOTES:

[1] This word "gallied" is in constant use among whalemen in the sense
of frightened or confused. It is perhaps, a corruption of the obsolete
verb, _gallow_, to be found in old writers. Thus Shakespeare has in
King Lear, "The wrathful skies gallow the deep wanderers of the dark."

[2] The general reader may not be aware that the word "foopaw." in
nautical parlance, means a failure or bungling performance of any duty.
Evidently a corruption of the French "_faux pas_."



                          TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE

-Obvious print and punctuation errors were corrected.





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