so rapidly did the final catastrophe take place that it was difficult for the rescued party at first to credit the evidence of their senses. on the spot where the lapwing had been beating her sides against the cruel walls of the cavern, and where so many hearts had been throbbing wildly between hope and fear, no living creature remained; nothing but a few feet of the shattered masts appearing now and then above the surging waves was left to tell of the terrible tragedy that had been enacted there.
for upwards of an hour the party in the boat hovered about the place, not so much with the hope of rescuing any of their shipmates as on account of the difficulty of tearing themselves away from the fatal spot. perhaps the natural tendency of man to hope against hope had something to do with it. then they passed silently out of the cavern and rowed slowly along the base of the tremendous cliffs.
at length the feeling of self-preservation began to assert itself, and bob massey was the first to break silence with the question—
“does any one know if there’s anything to eat aboard?”
“we’d better see to that,” observed dr hayward, who was steering.
bob massey pulled in his oar, and, without remark, began to search the boat. it was found that all the food they had brought away consisted of nine tins of preserved meat and three pieces of pork, a supply which would not go far among ten persons.
the ten survivors were dr hayward and his wife; massey and nellie; joe slag; john mitford and his wife peggy; terrence o’connor, the assistant cook; tomlin, one of the cabin passengers; and ned jarring. all the rest, as we have said, had perished with the ill-fated lapwing.
little was said at first, for the hopelessness of their condition seemed so obvious that the men shrank from expressing their gloomy fears to the women who sat huddled together, wet and cold, in the bottom of the boat.
as we have said, as far as the eye could see in any direction, the frowning cliffs rose perpendicularly out of deep water. there was not even a strip of sand or a bay into which they could run in case of the wind increasing.
“there is nothing for it but to push on till we come to an inlet or break of some sort in the cliffs by which we may land,” said hayward, speaking encouragingly to the women. “god helping us, we are sure to find some such place ere long.”
“don’t look very like it,” muttered black ned, gloomily.
“we can see how it looks about as well as you can,” retorted john mitford, indignantly. “if ye can’t say somethin’ to cheer the women, there’s no need for to look blue an’ tell us what a mere babby could see for itself.”
this remark, coming as it did from lugubrious mitford, caused terrence o’connor to smile.
“true for ye,” he said, “we can see what’s fornint us, but even black ned can’t see round the corner.”
“besides, there may be a flat shore on the other side o’ the island,” added bob massey in a cheerful tone; “i’ve often noticed islands o’ this build, and when they’re so high on one side they usually are low on the opposite side; so we’ll only have to pull round—an’ mayhap there are people on it—who knows?”
“ay, natives pr’aps,” growled jarring, “an’ cannibals who are fond of eatin’ white folk—specially women!”
“shut up your black muzzle, or i’ll heave ye overboard!” said mitford, fiercely, for like many easy-going, quiet men, he was unusually savage when fairly roused.
whatever black ned may have felt, he gave no expression to his thoughts or feelings by word or look, but continued calmly to pull his oar.
all that day, and all that night, however, the party pulled steadily along the shore without finding an opening in the cliffs or any part which could be scaled by man. during this period their plight was miserable in the extreme, for the weather at the time was bitterly cold; they were drenched through and through with spray, which broke so frequently over the side as to necessitate constant baling, and, to make matters worse, towards evening of the second day snow began to fall and continued to do so the greater part of the night. fortunately, before dark they came to some small rocky islets, on which they could not land as the waves washed over them, but in the lee of which they cast anchor, and thus were enabled to ride out a furious gale, which sprang up at sunset and did not subside till morning.
it need scarcely be said that the men did all that lay in their power to shelter the poor women, who had exhibited great fortitude and uncomplaining endurance all that weary time; but little could be done for them, for there was not even a bit of sail to put over them as a protection.
“nellie, dear,” said massey, when the boat was brought up under the lee of the rocks, “d’ee feel very cold?”
“not very,” replied his wife, raising her head. “i’m strong, thank god, and can stand it; but peggy here is shudderin’ awful bad. i believe she’ll die if somethin’ isn’t done for her.”
“i think if she could only ring the water out of her clothes,” whispered mrs hayward to her husband, “it might do her some good, but—”
“i know that, eva: it would do you all good, and we must have it done somehow—”
an exclamation in the bow of the boat at that moment attracted attention. it was john mitford, who, having taken off his own coat, and wrapped it round his shivering wife, had gone to the bow to rummage in a locker there, and had found a tarpaulin. massey had overhauled the locker for food before him, but the tarpaulin had been so well folded, and laid so flat in the bottom, that it had escaped his notice.
retiring aft with this god-send, the lugubrious man speedily, with the assistance of his comrades, covered over the centre of the boat so completely that a small chamber was formed, into which the women could retire. it was not high enough, indeed, to stand in, but it formed a sufficient shelter from wind and spray.
“now, peggy, my dear,” said her husband when it was finished, “get in there—off wi’ your things an’ wring ’em out.”
“th–thank you, j–john,” replied peggy, whose teeth chattered like castanets, “but ’ow am i t–to d–dry ’em? for wet c–clo’es won’t dry wi–without a fire. at least i n–never ’eard of—”
the remainder of her remarks were lost to male ears as the tarpaulin dropped around her after eva hayward and nellie had led, or half-lifted, her under its sheltering folds. how they managed to manipulate the shivering peggy it is not our province to tell, but there can be no doubt that the treatment of her two friends in misfortune was the cause of her emerging from under the tarpaulin the following morning alive and comparatively well, though still far from dry.
the aspect of things had changed greatly for the better when the unfortunates resumed their voyage. the wind had abated, the sea, although still heaving, was smooth. the snow had ceased, and the sun arose in a cloudless sky, so that when poor mrs mitford raised her dishevelled head and felt the sun’s cheering rays she exclaimed, with a sigh of relief: “la! if the sun ain’t blazin’ ’ot! an’ i’m so ’ungry. dear, dear, ’ave you bin rowin’ all night, john? ’ow tired you must be; an’ your ’ands blistered, though you are pretty tough in the ’ands, but you couldn’t ’old a candle to bob massey at that— yes, yes, nellie, i ’ear you, but la! what does it matter ’ow your ’air an’ things is deranged w’en you’re wrecked at sea and—”
the abrupt disappearance of the dishevelled head at that moment suggested the idea that mrs mitford had either fallen backward suddenly or been pulled under cover by her companions.
“she’s all right, anyhow,” said o’connor, adjusting his oar.
“she’s always all right,” remarked mitford in a funereal tone, which, however, was meant to be confidential. “bless your heart, i’ve seen that woman under all circumstances, but although she’s timid by nature, an’ not over strong in body, i’ve never seen her give in or fairly cast down. no doubt she was pretty low last night, poor thing, but that was ’cause she was nigh dead wi’ cold—yet her spirit wasn’t crushed. it’s my solemn conviction that if my peggy ever dies at all she’ll die game.”
with a profound sigh of satisfaction at having thus borne testimony to the rare and admirable qualities of his wife, the worthy man applied himself to his oar with redoubled vigour.
it is quite a pleasure in this censorious world to see any man absolutely blind to his wife’s faults, and thoroughly awake to her good qualities. the opinion formed of peggy—by mrs massey and mrs hayward respectively, did not quite coincide with that of john mitford.
“how did you get on with poor peggy last night, eva?” asked dr hayward of his wife, in an undertone, as they breakfasted that forenoon beside the tiller, while the rest of their companions were similarly engaged in the middle of the boat, and at the bow.
“pretty well, tom, but she’s troublesome to manage. she is so unusually timid, poor creature, so prone to give way to despair when things look bad, yet so sweetly apt to bound into high spirits when things are looking hopeful,—and withal, so amusingly garrulous!”
strange to say, at the very moment that this was uttered, nellie was remarking to her husband in a low tone that, “poor peggy was quite a puzzle, that she was all but dead at one moment, and quite lively at another, that she professed to be all submission, but was as obstinate as a pig, and that her tongue—soft though it was—went like the clapper of a mill!”
we have referred to breakfast, but the meal spread before the castaways hardly merits that name, for it consisted of only a small slice of pork to each; a few pieces of ship’s biscuit that slag had discovered in his pockets; and a cup of water drawn from the pond which had accumulated in a hollow of the tarpaulin during the night.
“it is lucky that one of the pieces of pork happened to be cooked,” observed dr hayward, as he served out the allowance, “for i would have been sorry to break into the preserved meat tins till forced to do so. we must keep these as a reserve as long as possible.”
“right you are, sir!” said slag, with his mouth full, while with a clasp-knife he carefully cut off another morsel to be ready, “right you are! that ’minds me when we was starvin’, me and my shipmates in the arctic regions, so as our ribs was all but comin’ through our skins, an’ we was beginnin’ to cast an evil eye on the stooard who’d kep’ fatter than the rest of us somehow, an’ was therefore likely to prove a more satisfyin’ kind o’ grub, d’ee see—”
“i say, joe,” said hayward, interrupting, for he feared that slag’s anecdote might not tend to render the pork breakfast more palatable.
“sir?” said slag.
“will you just go to the bow and take a squint ahead? i think there seems to be something like an end o’ the cliffs in view—your eyes are better than mine.”
slag swallowed the mouthful on which he was engaged, thrust after it the morsel that was ready to follow, wiped the clasp-knife on his thigh, and went forward to “take a squint.”
it turned out that the “end” of the cliffs which the doctor had only supposed possible, was a reality, for, after a long gaze, slag turned and said—
“your eyes are better than you think, sir, for the end o’ the cliff is visible, an’ a spit o’ sand beyond is quite plain.”
as this report was corroborated by bob massey, and then by all the other men, it sent a thrill of gratitude into the hearts of most of the party—especially the women, who, having lain so long wet and almost motionless, were nearly benumbed in spite of the sunshine. longer exposure, indeed, would probably have proved fatal to poor mrs mitford, possibly also to mrs hayward, who was by no means robust. as for our coxswain’s wife, having been reared among the health-giving breezes of the sea-shore, and inured from infancy to exposure and hard work, she suffered much less than her female companions, and busied herself a great part of the time in chafing their cold limbs. in doing this she reaped the natural advantage of being herself both warmed and invigorated. thus virtue not only “is,” but inevitably brings, its own reward! similarly, vice produced its natural consequences in the case of black ned, for that selfish man, being lazy, shirked work a good deal. it is possible to pull an oar in such a way that, though the rower may be apparently doing his best, he is, in reality, taking the work very lightly and doing next to nothing. acting in this way, ned jarring became cold when the sleet and spray were driving in his face, his blood flowed sluggishly in his veins, and his sufferings were, consequently, much more severe than those of his comrades. towards the afternoon of that day, they rounded the spit of sand mentioned by joe slag, and came upon a low-lying coast. after proceeding a considerable distance along which, they discovered a good harbour. this was fortunate, for grey clouds had again covered the sun and a bitter east wind began to blow.
“thank god, eva,” said hayward, as he steered into the bay, “for if we had not come upon this harbour, your strength and that of poor peggy, i fear, would have failed, but now you’ll be all right in a short time.”
“oh, no, sir, i don’t think as my strength would fail,” said peggy, in a feeble voice, for she had overheard the remark. “not that i shouldn’t be thankful all the same, i allow—for thankfulness for mercies received is a dooty, an’ most on us do fail in that, though i say it that shouldn’t, but my strength ain’t quite gone yet—”
“stand by, slag, to fend off with your oar when we get close in,” said the doctor, interrupting peggy’s discourse.
“have any of you got matches in your pockets?” asked massey, clapping his hands suddenly to the various receptacles about his person, with a look of unwonted anxiety.
“ye may well ax that, bob,” said o’connor, using his own hands in the same way. “cold, wet weather, and no house! it ’ud be death to the women, sure, av—”
“here you are!” shouted tomlin in a burst of triumph, in spite of his naturally reserved disposition.
he held up a box of vestas which, being a smoker, he fortunately had in his pocket.
“i hope they ain’t wet,” remarked black ned, suggestively.
“wrap ’em well up,” said slag.
tomlin drew out his handkerchief and proceeded to do so. at the same moment the boat’s keel grated softly on the shingly shore.
