stirring events and changes.
an event was now pending over the castaway family which was destined to darken their bright sky, and interrupt them in the even tenor of their way.
up to this time the interest, not to say delight, with which they went about their daily avocations, the fineness of the weather, and the romance of their situation, had prevented their minds from dwelling much on the flight of time, and if pauline had not remembered the sundays by conscientiously keeping a daily record with a pencil on a piece of bark, not one of them would have believed it possible that two months had elapsed since they were cast ashore.
the sanguine hope, too, which filled the breast of each, that a vessel would certainly pass by sooner or later and take them off, prevented their being disturbed by gloomy anticipations of a long exile, and it is probable that they would have gone on pleasantly for a much longer time, improving the golden cave, and exploring the reef, and developing the resources of what otto styled the queendom, without much caring about the future, had not the event above referred to come upon them with the sudden violence of a thunder-clap, terminating their peaceful life in a way they had never anticipated, and leading to changes which the wildest imagination could hardly have conceived.
that event was, indeed, the arrival of a ship, but it did not arrive in the manner that had been expected. it came in the dead of a dark night, when the elements seemed to have declared fierce war against each other, for it was difficult to say whether the roaring of the sea, the crashing of the thunder, or the flashing of the forked lightning was most tremendous.
a previous storm or two, of a mild type, having warned our trio that paradise had not been quite regained, even in that lovely region, they had fitted something like a front, formed of wreckage, to the golden cave, and this had, up to that time, formed a sufficient protection against slight inclemencies of weather; but on this particular night the gusts of wind were so violent, and shook the front of their dwelling so much, that both dominick and his brother found it impossible to sleep. their sister, however, lay undisturbed, because she reposed in an inner chamber, which had been screened off with broken planks, and these not only checked draughts, but deadened sounds.
“i’m afraid our wall will come down,” said dominick, raising himself at last on one elbow, and gazing at the wooden erection uneasily.
“oh, let it come!” growled otto, who had been so frequently checked while dropping into slumber that night that he was getting quite cross.
not feeling quite so regardless of consequences, his brother dominick arose and endeavoured to prop the weak part of the structure with an additional piece of timber.
he had accomplished his object, and was about to lie down again to rest, when a terrible cry was heard, which rose above the roaring of the storm. there seemed something so appalling in it, and at the same time so unaccountable in that solitary spot, that dominick’s heart almost stood still for a moment with superstitious fear. otto also heard the cry, and sat bolt upright, while drowsiness was effectually banished from his brain.
“dom, did you hear that?” he asked in a solemn voice. “i should think i did,” replied his brother in a low tone. the cave being very dark, neither could see the other distinctly. they sat silent for a few moments, anxiously listening for a repetition of the cry.
“move quietly, otto,” said dominick, as he crept towards their little door, “it evidently has not awaked pina, and we may as well let her lie still till we find out what it is.”
“you’re not going out, dom?” asked otto, in anxiety.
“yes, why not?”
“be—because—it—it may be—be—something—awful!”
“it must be something awful, and that is just why i am going out. come, you didn’t use to be a coward.”
this was touching the boy on a tender point. he was indeed by no means a coward when the danger he had to face was comprehensible and obvious, but when the danger happened to be incomprehensible, as well as invisible, his courage was not quite as high as might have been desired. the taunt of his brother stirred up his pride however. he rose and followed him in silence, with stern resolve and a quaking heart!
on issuing from their shelter the brothers had to lean heavily against the blast to prevent their being swept away. seeking the shelter of a bush, they gazed around them, but saw nothing save a dim appearance of bending trees and scudding foam.
“the cry may have come from the beach; let’s go down,” said dominick, leaving the shelter of the bush, and pushing forward.
“better go back,” was on otto’s lips, but he repressed the words and followed.
there was not light enough to enable them to see objects on land, but whatever chanced to be pictured against the dark sky became distinctly visible as a dark object. the old familiar wreck was therefore seen the moment they cleared the bushes that fringed the bay, but close to it was another object which was very unfamiliar indeed to their eyes. it accounted for the cry and caused a gush of mingled feelings in the breasts of the brothers.
let us now, good reader, wing our flight out to sea, and backwards a little in time. on that stormy night of which we treat, a large emigrant ship was scudding before the gale almost under bare poles. part of her sails and rigging had been carried away; the rest of her was more or less damaged. the officers, having had no reliable observation for several days, were not sure of their exact position on the great ocean, and the captain, being well aware of the danger of those seas, was filled with anxiety. to add to his troubles, the crew had become slightly mutinous, and some of the emigrants—of whom there were upwards of three hundred on board—sided with the crew. it was even whispered that the chief mate was at the bottom of a plot to murder the captain and seize the ship. for what purpose, of course, no one could tell, and, indeed, there was no apparent ground for the rumour, beyond the fact that the mate—malines by name—was a surly, taciturn man, with a scowling, though handsome, visage, and a powerful frame.
but whatever of truth might have been in these rumours was never brought to light, for an accident occurred during the gale which put the commander of the vessel beyond the power of earthly foes. one of the larger ropes of the vessel snapt, and the heavy block attached to it swung against the captain with such violence as to kill him on the spot. the momentary confusion which followed the disaster distracted the attention of the steersman, and a heavy sea was shipped, by which the captain’s body was swept overboard. no attempt was made to lower a boat or check the ship. even the unskilled emigrants understood that no boat could live in such a sea, and that rescue was impossible. the vessel held on her wild course as if nothing had happened.
malines, being now in command, issued an order that all the emigrants should go below, and the hatches be secured.
the women and children and most of the men were already in their uncomfortable quarters below hatches, but a group of hardy-looking fellows, who held on to ropes and stanchions near the windlass, refused to move. among them was a remarkably powerful woman, whose tongue afforded presumptive evidence that she had been born in the emerald isle.
“we’ll stop where we be, master,” said one of the emigrants, with a quiet but resolute air.
“that’s right, joe, stick up. we ain’t slaves,” said another.
to this last speaker malines turned fiercely and knocked him down; then, seizing him by the collar and dragging him to the hatchway, he thrust him below. it may be remarked that the man thus roughly treated—redding by name—was a little man. bullies usually select little men when inclined to display their courage.
“shame on yez,” exclaimed the irish woman, clenching her huge fist. “if it wasn’t that i’m a poor widdy woman, i’d—i’d—”
“howld yer tongue, mother lynch,” whispered a lively youth of about nineteen by her side, who obviously hailed from the same country. “it’s not aggravatin’ him that’ll do him good. let him be, darlin’, and he’ll soon blow the steam off.”
“an’ what does it matter to me, teddy malone, whether he blows the steam off, or keeps it down till he bursts his biler? is it a descendant o’ the royal family o’ munster as’ll howld her tongue whin she sees cruelty and injustice?”
without paying the slightest regard to this royal personage, malines returned to the group of men, and repeated his order to go below; but they did not go, and he seized a handspike with a view to enforce his commands. he hesitated, however, on observing that the man named joe, after quietly buttoning his coat, was turning up his wristbands as if in preparation for a pugilistic encounter.
“lookee here now, mister malines,” said joe, with a mild, even kindly, expression, which was the very reverse of belligerent; “i was allers a law-abidin’ man myself, and don’t have no love for fightin’; but when i’m ordered to go into a dark hole, and have the lid shut down on me an’ locked, i feels a sort of objection, d’ee see. if you lets us be, us’ll let you be. if otherwise—”
joe stopped abruptly, grinned, and clenched his enormous fists.
mr malines was one of those wise men who know when they have met their match. his knockings down and overbearing ways always stopped short at that line where he met courage and strength equal or superior to his own. he possessed about the average of bull-dog courage and more than the average of physical strength, but observing that joe was gifted with still more of both these qualities, he lowered the handspike, and with a sneer replied—
“oh, well—please yourselves. it matters nothing to me if you get washed overboard. make all fast, lads,” he added, turning to his crew, who stood prepared for what one of them styled a scrimmage. malines returned to the quarter-deck, followed by a half-suppressed laugh from some of the mutinous emigrants.
“you see, david,” remarked joe, in a quiet tone, to a man beside him, as he turned down his cuffs, “i think, from the look of him, that if we was to strike on rocks, or run on shore, or take to sinking, or anything o’ that sort, the mate is mean enough to look arter hisself and leave the poor things below to be choked in a hole. so you an’ me must keep on deck, so as to let ’em all out if need be.”
“right, joe, right you are.”
the man who thus replied bore such a strong resemblance to joe in grave kindliness of expression and colossal size of frame, that even a stranger could not fail to recognise them as brothers, and such they were—in truth they were twins, having first seen the light together just thirty years before. there was this difference in the character of the brothers, however, that joe binney was the more intellectual and resolute of the two. david binney, recognising this fact, and loving his brother with all the fervour of a strong nature, was in the habit of looking up to him for advice, and submitting to him as if he had been an elder brother. nevertheless, david was not without a mind of his own, and sometimes differed in opinion with joe. he even occasionally disputed, but never with the slightest tinge of ill-feeling.
while the brothers were conversing in an undertone on the dangers of the sea, and the disagreeables of a fore-cabin, the mass of unfortunates below were cowering in their berths, rendered almost forgetful of the stifling atmosphere, and the wailing of sick children, by the fear of shipwreck, as they listened with throbbing hearts to the howling wind and rattling cordage overhead, and felt the tremendous shocks when the good ship was buffeted by the sea.
near to joe binney stood one of the sailors on outlook. he was a dark-complexioned, savage-looking man, who had done more than any one else to foment the bad feeling that had existed between the captain and his men.
“ye look somethin’ skeared, hugh morris,” said joe, observing that the look-out was gazing over the bow with an expression of alarm.
“breakers ahead!” roared the man at that moment—“port!—hard-a-port!”
the order was sharply repeated, and promptly obeyed, and the vessel came round in time to escape destruction on a ledge of rocks, over which the water was foaming furiously.
instantly malines went forward and began to give hurried directions to the steersman. the danger was avoided, though the escape was narrow, and the low rocks were seen passing astern, while the sea ahead seemed to be free from obstruction, as far, at least, as the profound darkness permitted them to see.
“they’ll be all drowned like rats in a hole if we strike,” muttered the sailor, hugh morris, as if speaking to himself.
“not if i can help it,” said joe binney, who overheard the remark.
as he spoke he went to the little companion hatch, or door to the fore-cabin, and tried to open it, but could not.
“here, david,” he cried, “lend a hand.”
applying their united strength—with some assistance from teddy malone, and earnest encouragement from mrs lynch—they succeeded in bursting open the hatch.
“hallo! there,” shouted joe, in a voice that would have been creditable to a boatswain, “come on deck if ye don’t want to be drownded.”
“hooroo!” added malone, “we’re goin’ to the bottom! look alive wid ye.”
“ay, an’ bring up the childers,” yelled mrs lynch. “don’t lave wan o’ thim below.”
of course, the poor emigrants were not slow to obey these startling orders.
the state of affairs was so serious that malines either did not see, or did not care for, what was going on. he stood on the forecastle looking out intently ahead.
“land on the starboard beam!” shouted morris suddenly.
the mate was on the point of giving an order to the steersman when he observed land looming on the port bow. instantly he saw that all hope was over. they were steering to inevitable destruction between two ledges of rock! what he would have done in the circumstances no one can tell, because before he had time to act the vessel struck with great violence, and the terror-stricken passengers gave vent to that appalling cry of fear which had so suddenly aroused dominick rigonda and his brother.
as the vessel remained hard and fast, with her bow thrust high on the rocks, the emigrants and crew found a partial refuge from the violence of the waves on the forecastle. hence the first wild shriek of fear was not repeated. in a few minutes, however, a wave of greater size than usual came rushing towards the vessel. fortunately, most of the emigrants failed to realise the danger, but the seamen were fully alive to it.
“it’s all over with us,” exclaimed the mate, in a sort of reckless despair. but he was wrong. the great billow, which he expected would dash the vessel in pieces—and which, in nine cases out of ten, would have done so—lifted the wreck so high as to carry it almost completely over the ledge, on which it had struck, leaving the stern high on the rocks, while the bow was plunged into the partly-protected water on the other side.
the sudden descent of the forecastle induced the belief an many of the emigrants’ minds that they were about to go headlong to the bottom, and another cry of terror arose; but when they found that their place of refuge sank no further than to a level with the water, most of them took heart again, and began to scramble up to the quarter-deck as hastily as they had before scrambled to the forecastle.
“something like land ahead,” observed hugh morris, who stood close to the mate.
“i don’t see it,” returned the latter, gruffly, for he was jealous of the influence that morris had over the crew, and, during the whole voyage, had treated him harshly.
“it may be there, although you don’t see it,” retorted hugh, with a feeling of scorn, which he made no attempt to conceal.
“sure i sees somethin’ movin’ on the wather,” exclaimed mrs lynch, who, during the occurrences just described, had held on to a belaying pin with the tenacity and strength of an octopus.
“it’s the wather movin’ in yer own eyes, mother,” said malone, who stood beside his amazonian countrywoman.
at that moment a halloo was heard faintly in the distance, and, soon after, a raft was seen approaching, guided, apparently, by two men.
“raft a-hoy! where d’ee hail from?” shouted the mate.
“from nowhere!” came back promptly in a boy’s ringing voice.
“you’ve got on a coral reef,” shouted a powerful voice, which, we need scarcely say, was that of dominick rigonda, “but you’re safe enough now. the last wave has shoved you over into sheltered water. you’re in luck. we’ll soon put you on shore.”
“an island, i suppose,” said malines, as the raft came alongside. “what may be its name?”
“got no name that i know of; as far as i know it’s uninhabited, and, probably, unknown. only three of us here—wrecked like yourselves. if you have boats, lower them, and i’ll pilot you to land.”
“ohone!” groaned mrs lynch, in solemn despair, as she tried to see the speaker, whom darkness rendered almost invisible. “an unbeknown island, uninhabited by nobody. boys, we are done for intirely. didn’t i say this would be the end of it, when we made up our minds to go to say?”
no one seemed inclined just then to dispute the prophetic reminiscences of the widow, for the order had been given to get ready one of the boats. turning to the emigrants, who were now clustering on the fore part of the vessel, malines, condescending to adopt a more respectful tone, addressed them as follows:—
“now, let me tell you, one and all, that your voyage has come to an end sooner than i expected. our ship is wrecked, but we’re out of danger, and must go ashore an’ live as best we can, or die if we can’t live. where we are, i don’t know, and don’t care, for it don’t much matter. it’s an island, it seems, and three people who have been wrecked before us are all its population. as it is too dark to go ashore comfortably to-night, i would advise you to go below again, an’ turn in till daylight. you may make your minds easy, for there’s no fear of our going to the bottom now.”
“sure, an’ you’re right there,” murmured teddy malone, “for aren’t we at the bottom already?”
“you may all do as you please, however,” continued the mate, after a low-toned remark from one of the crew, “for my command has come to an end with the loss of the ship.”
when the mate ceased speaking, there was a brief pause, for the unfortunate emigrants had been so long accustomed to conform to the strict discipline of the ship that they felt like sheep suddenly deprived of a shepherd, or soldiers bereft of their officers when thus left to think for themselves. then the self-sufficient and officious among them began to give advice, and to dispute noisily as to what they should do, so that in a few minutes their voices, mingling with the gale and the cries of terrified children, caused such a din that the strong spirit of the widow lynch was stirred within her, inducing her to raise her masculine voice in a shout that silenced nearly all the rest.
“that’s right, mother,” cried young malone, “howld yer tongues, boys, and let’s hear what the widdy has to say. isn’t it herself has got the great mind—not to mintion the body?”
“shut your murphy-trap, teddy,” retorted the widow, “an’ here’s what i’ve got to say. we must have only wan man to guide us if we are to get on at all. too many cooks, ye knows well enough, is sure to spile the broth. let joe binney speak, and the rest of ’ee howld yer tongues, if ye can.”
thus invited, modest joe gave it as his opinion that the emigrants could not do better than follow the advice of muster malines—go below, turn in, and wait till daylight. he added further that he would count it a favour if muster malines would continue in command of the party, at least till they all got ashore.
this little compliment to the man whom he had so recently defied had a softening influence on the mate, and the proposal was well received by the people, who, even during the few minutes of anarchy which had prevailed, were led to appreciate the value of order and government.
“you are right, binney,” said the mate. “i would advise you all, good people, to go below and rest as well as you can, while i, and those who choose to act under me, will go ashore and make the best possible arrangements for your landing in the morning.”
“now, why don’t ye do what ye’er towld at wanst?” cried mrs lynch, who had evidently made up her mind that the reins of government were not to be entirely given up to the mate. “it’s not wishin’, are ye, to get wetter than ye are, a’ready? go below, ivery wan of ye.”
like a meek flock, the women and children obeyed the mandate, being absolutely in bodily fear of the woman, while most of the men followed them with a laugh, or a little chaff, according to temperament.
before the latter had left the deck, malines suggested that joe binney and his brother david should accompany him on shore that night, to represent the emigrants, as it were, and assist him in the proposed arrangements.
“besides,” he added, “there is just the possibility that we may fall into a trap. we know nothing about the man who has come off to us except his voice, so that it will be wise to land with some of our best men armed.”
of course the brothers had no objection to this plan, and accordingly they, with the mate and four of the ship’s crew—all armed with cutlasses and pistols—got into one of the boats and were lowered into the water on the lee side of the vessel, where dominick and otto had been quietly awaiting the end of the foregoing discussions.
in a few minutes they reached the shore, and then dominick shook hands with them, and welcomed them to the islands, “which,” he said, “we have named ‘refuge islands.’”
“run up to the cave, otto,” he whispered, while the party was engaged in drawing up the boat. “stir up the fire and rouse pina,—tell her to prepare to receive company.”
“she’ll be as much puzzled as if i told her to prepare to receive cavalry,” muttered the boy as he ran up to the cave.
“hallo! pina! rouse up, old girl,” he shouted, bursting into the cave, and falling on his knees before the embers of the fire, which he soon blew up into a flame. “i say, pina! hallo! pina! pi–i–i–i–na!”
“dear me, otto, what is wrong?” asked the sleepy voice of pauline from behind her screen.
“wrong?” cried her brother, “nothing’s wrong—that is, everything’s wrong; but don’t be afraid, old girl, all’s right. dress as fast as you can, and prepare for company!”
“what do you mean?” cried the girl, by that time thoroughly aroused, and somewhat alarmed by otto’s words and excitement.
“can’t explain. no time. get up, make yourself presentable, and come out of your den.”
as he spoke pauline lifted the curtain door of her apartment and stepped into the outer cave, which was by that time all aglow with the ruddy blaze.
“do you call yourself presentable?” asked otto, laughing; “why your hair is raised like the back of a wild cat.”
it is only right to say that the boy did not do his sister justice. an old shawl thrown hastily on, and descending in confused folds around her slight, graceful figure, invested her with an air of classic simplicity, while her pretty face, surrounded by a wealth of dishevelled, but beautiful, hair, was suggestive of something very much the reverse of a wild cat.
“are you prepared, sister, for a stunning surprise?” said otto, quickly, for he heard the approaching footsteps of the party.
“i’m prepared for anything,” said pauline, her lustrous eyes and her little mouth opening simultaneously, for she also heard the numerous footfalls outside.
“’tis well!” cried otto, starting up, and assuming a heroic attitude as he waved his right hand toward the door of the cavern, “no time to explain. enter dominick, with band of robbers, headed by their captain, amid shrieking wind, forked lightning, and peals of thunder!”
as he spoke, pauline, despite her surprise, could scarcely refrain from laughter, for otto’s words were fulfilled almost to the letter. amid a strife of elements that caused their frail erections to tremble, the little door burst open, and dominick, stooping low to save his head, entered. he was followed by the gaunt, dark form of malines, who, in rough garments and long fishermen’s boots, with pistols in belt, and cutlass by his side, was a particularly good representative of a robber-captain. following him came the still more gigantic joe binney, and his equally huge brother david, after which trooped in the boat’s crew one by one.
as each man entered he stood stock still—dumb, petrified with astonishment—as he gazed, saucer-eyed, at pauline. bereft of speech and motion, she returned the gaze with interest.
oh! it was a rare treat to otto! his little bosom heaved with delight as he watched the shipwrecked men enter one after another and become petrefactions! some of the sailors even dropped their lower jaws with wonder.
dominick, who, in the bustle of action, had not thought of the surprise in store for his visitors, burst into a hearty fit of laughter.
“it was well got up, otto,” he said at last.
“no, it wasn’t, dom. i do assure you it was not got up at all, but came about in the most natural manner.”
“well, got up or not,” returned dominick, “here you are, friends, in what we have styled our golden cave, and this is my sister pauline—allow me to introduce you, pina, to part of a shipwrecked crew.”
the youth’s laughter, and the introduction which followed, seemed to disenchant the mariners, who, recovering self-possession with a deep sigh, became sheepish in bearing, and seemed inclined to beat a retreat, but our heroine quickly put them at their ease. with a natural tact and grace of manner which had the appearance of, but was not meant for, dignity, she advanced and offered her little hand to malines, who seemed to fear that he might crush it unintentionally, so slight was the shake he gave it.
“you are heartily welcome to our cavern,” she said. “i’m so grieved to hear that you have been wrecked.”
“don’t mention it, miss. not worth speaking of, i assure you; we’re quite used to it,” replied malines, not knowing very well what he said.
the ice, however, was broken. from this point all went on, as otto said, swimmingly. the mate began to relate the circumstances of the recent wreck, while pauline and otto spread the remains of their supper before the men, and set about roasting the fowls that had been intended for the morrow’s breakfast.
before long the gale began to abate, and the sailors went out with dominick to select a spot on which the emigrants might encamp, being aided in this work by a struggling and fitful moonlight. after that malines went back with his party to the ship, and dominick returned with otto to court slumber in the golden cave.
