chapter six.
describes a boat voyage, and touches on coral islands.
the gale moderated to a fresh breeze, and all that day the long-boat of the ill-fated foam flew over the sea towards the west.
“you see,” said captain dall, in answer to a question put to him by will osten, “i don’t know exactly whereabouts we are, because there was a longish spell of dirty weather afore the foam went down, and i hadn’t got a sight o’ the sun for more than a week; but it’s my belief that we are nearer to some of the coral islands than to the coast of south america, though how near i cannot tell. five hundred miles, more or less, perhaps.”
“a mere trifle, sure!” said larry, filling his pipe carefully—for his was the only pipe that had been rescued from the sinking ship, and the supply of tobacco was very small. small as it was, however, the captain had taken the precaution to collect it all together, causing every man to empty his pockets of every inch that he possessed, and doled it out in small equal quantities. the pipe, however, could not be treated thus, so it had to be passed round—each man possessing it in turn for a stated number of minutes, when, if he had not consumed his portion, he was obliged to empty the pipe and give it up.
“it’s my turn, larry,” cried muggins, holding out his hand for the coveted implement of fumigation.
“no, ye spalpeen, it’s not,” said larry, continuing to press down the precious weed, “owld bob had it last, an’ ivery wan knows that i come after him.”
“it’s the first time i ever heard ye admit that you comed after anybody,” answered muggins with a grin; “ye ginerally go before us all—at least ye want to.”
“not at all,” retorted the cook; “whin there’s dirty work to be done, i most usually kape modestly in the background, an’ lets you go first, bekase it’s your nat’ral callin’. arrah! the sun’s goin’ to set, boys,” he added with a sigh, as he commenced to smoke.
this was true, and the knowledge that another long night of darkness was about to set in depressed the spirits which had begun to revive a little. silence gradually ensued as they sat watching the waves or gazing wistfully towards the gorgeous mass of clouds in which the sun was setting. for a considerable time they sat thus, when suddenly will osten started up, and, pointing towards the horizon a little to the left of the sun, exclaimed—
“look there, captain; what’s that?”
“land ho!” shouted larry o’hale at that moment, springing up on the thwart and holding on to the foremast.
all the rest leaped up in great excitement.
“it’s only a cloud,” said one.
“it’s a fog-bank,” cried another.
“i never seed a fog-bank with an edge like that,” observed old bob, “an’ i’ve sailed the salt sea long enough to know.”
“land it is, thank god,” said the captain earnestly, shutting up his telescope. “get out the oars again, lads! we can’t make it before dark, but the sooner we get there the better, for landing on these coral islands isn’t always an easy job.”
the oars were got out at once, and the men pulled with a will, but it was late at night before they drew near to the land and heard the roar of the surf on the coral reef that stood as a sentinel to guard the island.
“captain,” said will osten, “the wind has almost died away, yet it seems to me that the surf roars as violently as if a storm were raging.”
“that surf never goes down in those seas, doctor. even in calm weather the swell of the big ocean gathers into a huge billow and bursts in foam upon the coral islands.”
“surely, then,” said will, “it must make landing both difficult and dangerous.”
“it is, sometimes, but not always,” replied the captain; “for a channel of safety has been provided, as you shall see, before long. take the boat-hook, goff, and look out in the bows.”
the man rose and stood up with the boat-hook ready to “fend off” if necessary.
a word or two here about the coral islands—those wonderful productions of the coral insect—may perhaps render the position of the boat and her subsequent proceedings more intelligible.
they are of all sizes and shapes. some are small and low, like emeralds just rising out of the ocean, with a few cocoa-nut palms waving their tufted heads above the sandy soil. others are many miles in extent, covered with large forest trees and rich vegetation. some are inhabited, others are the abode only of sea-fowl. in many of them the natives are naked savages of the most depraved character. in a few, where the blessed gospel of jesus christ has been planted, the natives are to be seen, “clothed and in their right minds.” wherever the gospel has taken root, commerce has naturally sprung up, and the evils that invariably follow in her train have in too many cases been attributed to christianity. poor indeed must be that man’s knowledge of the influence of christianity, who would judge of its quality or value by the fruit of its professors. “by their fruits ye shall know them,” truly—them, but not christianity. the world is an hospital, and life the period of convalescence. christianity is the one grand and all-sufficient medicine. shall we, the afflicted and jaundiced patients, still suffering from the virulence and effect of sin, condemn the medicine because it does not turn us out cured in a single day? still, even to fruits we can appeal, mingled and confounded with crab-apples though they be.
come, sceptic, make a trial of it. go to the fiji islands; get yourself wrecked among them. be cast into the stormy deep; buffet the waves manfully, and succeed in struggling exhausted to the shore. the savages there, if not christianised, will haul you out of the sea, roast you, and eat you! they do this in compliance with a humane little law which maintains that all who are shipwrecked, and cast on shore, are thus to be disposed of. ha! you need not smile. the record of this fact may be read, in unquestionable authorities, in every public library in the kingdom. search and see.
on the other hand, go and get cast on one of the fiji group where christianity holds sway, and there, despite the errors, inconsistencies, and sins of its professors and enemies, the same natives will haul you out of the sea, receive you into their houses, feed and clothe you, and send you on your way rejoicing.
there is one peculiarity which applies to most of the coral islands—each is partially surrounded by a coral reef which lies at a distance from the shore varying from less than one to two miles. outside of this reef the sea may heave tumultuously, but the lagoon within remains calm. the great breakers may thunder on the reef, and even send their spray over, for it is little above the level of the sea, and nowhere much more than a few yards in breadth, but inside all is peaceful and motionless. in this reef there are several openings, by which a ship of the largest size may enter and find a safe, commodious harbour. it is found that these openings occur usually opposite to any part of the islands where a stream flows into the sea; and the openings have frequently a little herbage, sometimes a few cocoa-nut palms growing on either side, which form a good natural land-mark to the navigator.
towards one of these openings the long-boat of the foam was rowed with all speed. the night was dark, but there was light sufficient to enable them to see their way. as they drew near they came within the influence of the enormous breakers, which rose like long gigantic snakes and rolled in the form of perpendicular walls to the reef, where they fell with a thunderous roar in a flood of milky foam.
here it was necessary to exercise the utmost caution in steering, for if the boat had turned broadside on to one of these monstrous waves, it would have been rolled over and over like a cask.
“pull gently, lads,” said the captain, as they began to get within the influence of the breakers. “i don’t quite see my way yet. when i give the word, pull with a will till i tell ye to hold on. your lives depend on it.”
this caution was necessary, for when a boat is fairly within the grasp of what we may term a shore-going wave, the only chance of safety lies in going quite as fast as it, if not faster. presently the captain gave the word; the men bent to their oars and away they rushed on the crest of a billow, which launched them through the opening in the reef in the midst of a turmoil of seething foam. next moment they were rowing quietly over the calm lagoon, and approaching what appeared to be a low-lying island covered with cocoa-nut trees; but the light rendered it difficult to distinguish objects clearly. a few minutes later the boat’s keel grated on the sand, and the whole party leaped on shore.
the first impulse of some of the men was to cheer, but the feelings of others were too deep for expression in this way.
“thanks be to god!” murmured captain dall as he landed.
“amen!” said will osten earnestly.
some of the men shook hands, and congratulated each other on their escape from what all had expected would prove to be a terrible death.
as for larry o’hale, he fell on his knees, and, with characteristic enthusiasm, kissed the ground.
“my best blissin’s on ye,” said he with emotion. “och, whither ye be a coral island or a granite wan no matter; good luck to the insict that made ye, is the prayer of larry o’hale!”
