the floating light becomes the scene of floating surmises and vague suspicions.
it must not be supposed, from what has been said, that the gull lightship was the only vessel of the kind that existed at that time. but she was a good type of the class of vessels (numbering at present about sixty) to which she belonged, and, both as regarded her situation and duties, was, and still is, one of the most interesting among the floating lights of the kingdom.
when the keen-eyed traveller stepped upon her well-scrubbed deck, he was courteously received by the mate, mr john welton, a strongly-built man above six feet in height, with a profusion of red hair, huge whiskers, and a very peculiar expression of countenance, in which were united calm self-possession, coolness, and firmness, with great good-humour and affability.
“you are mr welton, i presume?” said the traveller abruptly, touching his hat with his forefinger in acknowledgment of a similar salute from the mate.
“that is my name, sir.”
“will you do me the favour to read this letter?” said the traveller, selecting a document from a portly pocket-book, and presenting it.
without reply the mate unfolded the letter and quietly read it through, after which he folded and returned it to his visitor, remarking that he should be happy to furnish him with all the information he desired, if he would do him the favour to step down into the cabin.
“i may set your mind at rest on one point at once,” observed the stranger, as he moved towards the companion-hatch, “my investigations have no reference whatever to yourself.”
mr welton made no reply, but a slight look of perplexity that had rested on his brow while he read the letter cleared away.
“follow me, mr larks,” he said, turning and descending the ladder sailor-fashion—which means crab-wise.
“do you happen to know anything,” asked mr larks, as he prepared to follow, “about a man of the name of jones? i have come to inquire particularly about him, and about your son, who, i am told—”
the remainder of the sentence was lost in the cabin of the floating light. here, with the door and skylight shut, the mate remained closeted for a long time in close conference with the keen-eyed man, much to the surprise of the two men who constituted the watch on deck, because visitors of any kind to a floating light were about as rare as snowflakes in july, and the sudden advent of a visitor, who looked and acted mysteriously, was in itself a profound mystery. their curiosity, however, was only gratified to this extent, that they observed the stranger and the mate through the skylight bending earnestly over several newspapers spread out before them on the cabin table.
in less than an hour the keen-eyed man re-appeared on deck, bade the mate an abrupt good-bye, nodded to the men who held the ropes for him, descended into the boat, and took his departure for the shore whence he had come.
by this time the sun was beginning to approach the horizon. the mate of the floating light took one or two turns on the deck, at which he gazed earnestly, as if his future destiny were written there. he then glanced at the compass and at the vessel’s bow, after which he leant over the side of the red-dragon, and looked down inquiringly at the flow of the tide. presently his attention was fixed on the shore, behind which the sun was about to set, and, after a time, he directed a stern look towards the sky, as if he were about to pick a quarrel with that part of the universe, but thinking better of it, apparently, he unbent his brows, let his eyes fall again on the deck, and muttered to himself, “h’m! i expected as much.”
what it was that he expected, mr john welton never told from that day to this, so it cannot be recorded here, but, after stating the fact, he crossed his arms on his broad chest, and, leaning against the stern of his vessel, gazed placidly along the deck, as if he were taking a complacent survey of the vast domain over which he ruled.
it was an interesting kingdom in detail. leaving out of view all that which was behind him, and which, of course, he could not see, we may remark that, just before him stood the binnacle and compass, and the cabin skylight. on his right and left the territory of the quarter-deck was seriously circumscribed, and the promenade much interfered with, by the ship’s boats, which, like their parent, were painted red, and which did not hang at the davits, but, like young lobsters of the kangaroo type, found shelter within their mother, when not at sea on their own account. near to them were two signal-carronades. beyond the skylight rose the bright brass funnel of the cabin chimney, and the winch, by means of which the lantern was hoisted. then came another skylight, and the companion-hatch about the centre of the deck. just beyond this stood the most important part of the vessel—the lantern-house. this was a circular wooden structure, above six feet in diameter, with a door and small windows. inside was the lantern—the beautiful piece of costly mechanism for which the light-ship, its crew, and its appurtenances were maintained. right through the centre of this house rose the thick unyielding mast of the vessel. the lantern, which was just a little less than its house, surrounded this mast and travelled upon it. beyond this the capital of the kingdom, the eye of the monarch was arrested by another bright brass funnel, which was the chimney of the galley-fire, and indicated the exact position of the abode of the crew, or—to continue our metaphor—the populace, who, however, required no such indicator to tell of their existence or locality, for the chorus of a “nigger” melody burst from them, ever and anon, through every opening in the decks, with jovial violence, as they sat, busily engaged on various pieces of work below. the more remote parts of this landscape—or light-scape, if we may be allowed the expression—were filled up with the galley-skylight, the bitts, and the windlass, above which towered the gong, and around which twined the two enormous chain cables. only one of these, however, was in use—that, with a single mushroom-anchor, being sufficient to hold the ship securely against tide and tempest.
in reference to this we may remark in passing that the cable of a floating light is frequently renewed, and that the chafing of the links at the hawse-hole is distributed by the occasional paying out or hauling in of a few yards of chain—a process which is styled “easing the nip.”
“horroo! me hearty, ye’re as clain as a lady’s watch,” exclaimed a man of rugged form but pleasant countenance, as he issued from the small doorway of the lantern-house with a bundle of waste in one hand and an oil-can in the other.
this was one of the lamplighters of the light-ship—jerry macgowl—a man whose whole soul was, so to speak, in that lantern. it was his duty to clip and trim the wicks, and fill the lamps, and polish the reflectors and brasses, and oil the joints and wheels (for this was a revolving—in other words a flashing light), and clean the glasses and windows. as there were nine lights to attend to, and get ready for nightly service, it may be easily understood that the lamplighter’s duty was no sinecure.
the shout of jerry recalled the king from his contemplation of things in general to the lantern in particular.
“all ready to hoist, jerry?” inquired mr welton, going forward.
“all ready, sir,” exclaimed the man, looking at his handiwork with admiration, and carefully removing a speck of dust that had escaped his notice from one of the plate-glass windows; “an’t she a purty thing now?—baits the best ginaiva watch as iver was made. ye might ait yer supper off her floor and shave in the reflictors.”
“that’s a fact, jerry, with no end of oil to your salad too,” said mr welton, surveying the work of the lamplighter with a critical eye.
“true for ye,” replied jerry, “an’ as much cotton waste as ye like without sinful extravagance.”
“the sun will be down in a few minutes,” said the mate, turning round and once more surveying the western horizon.
jerry admitted that, judging from past experience, there was reason to believe in the probability of that event; and then, being of a poetical temperament, he proceeded to expatiate upon the beauty of the evening, which was calm and serene.
“d’ye know, sir,” he said, gazing towards the shore, between which and the floating light a magnificent fleet of merchantmen lay at anchor waiting for a breeze—each vessel reflected clearly in the water along with the dazzling clouds of gold that towered above the setting sun—“d’ye know, sir, i niver sees a sky like that but it minds me o’ the blissid green hills an’ purty lakes of owld ireland, an’ fills me buzzum wid a sort of inspiration till it feels fit a’most to bust.”
“you should have been a poet, jerry,” observed the mate, in a contemplative tone, as he surveyed the shipping through his telescope.
“just what i’ve often thought mesilf, sir,” replied jerry, wiping his forehead with the bunch of waste—“many a time i’ve said to mesilf, in a thoughtful mood—
“wan little knows what dirty clo’es
may kiver up a poet;
what fires may burn an’ flout an’ skurn,
an’ no wan iver know it.”
“that’s splendid, jerry; but what’s the meanin’ of ‘skurn?’”
“sorrow wan of me knows, sir, but it conveys the idee somehow; don’t it, now?”
“i’m not quite sure that it does,” said the mate, walking aft and consulting his chronometer for the last time, after which he put his head down the hatchway and shouted, “up lights!” in a deep sonorous voice.
“ay, ay, sir,” came the ready response from below, followed by the prompt appearance of the other lamplighter and the four seamen who composed the crew of the vessel jerry turned on his heel, murmuring, in a tone of pity, that the mate, poor man, “had no soul for poethry.”
five of the crew manned the winch; the mate and jerry went to a block-tackle which was also connected with the lifting apparatus. then the order to hoist was given, and immediately after, just as the sun went down, the floating light went up,—a modest yet all-important luminary of the night. slowly it rose, for the lantern containing it weighed full half a ton, and caused the hoisting chain and pulleys to groan complainingly. at last it reached its destination at the head of the thick part of the mast, but about ten or fifteen feet beneath the ball. as it neared the top, jerry sprang up the chain-ladder to connect the lantern with the rod and pinion by means of which, with clockwork beneath, it was made to revolve and “flash” once every third of a minute.
simultaneously with the ascent of the gull light there arose out of the sea three bright stars on the nor’-eastern horizon, and another star in the south-west. the first were the three fixed lights of the lightship that marked the north sandhead; the latter was the fixed light that guarded the south sandhead. the goodwin sentinels were now placed for the night, and the commerce of the world might come and go, and pass those dreaded shoals, in absolute security.
ere long the lights of the shipping in the downs were hung out, and one by one the lamps on shore shone forth—those which marked the entrance of ramsgate harbour being conspicuous for colour and brilliancy—until the water, which was so calm as to reflect them all, seemed alive with perpendicular streams of liquid fire; land and sea appearing to be the subjects of one grand illumination. a much less poetical soul than that of the enthusiastic lamp-lighter might have felt a touch of unwonted inspiration on such a night, and in such a scene. the effect on the mind was irresistibly tranquillising. while contemplating the multitudes of vessels that lay idle and almost motionless on the glassy water, the thought naturally arose that each black hull en-shrouded human beings who were gradually sinking into rest—relaxing after the energies of the past day—while the sable cloak of night descended, slowly and soothingly, as if god were spreading his hand gently over all to allay the fever of man’s busy day-life and calm him into needful rest.
the watch of the floating light having been set, namely, two men to perambulate the deck—a strict watch being kept on board night and day—the rest of the crew went below to resume work, amuse themselves, or turn in as they felt inclined.
while they were thus engaged, and darkness was deepening on the scene, welton stood on the quarterdeck observing a small sloop that floated slowly towards the lightship. her sails were indeed set, but no breath of wind bulged them out; her onward progress was caused by the tide, which had by that time begun to set with a strong current to the northward. when within about a cable’s length, the rattle of her chain told that the anchor had been let go. a few minutes later, a boat was seen to push off from the sloop and make for the lightship. two men rowed it and a third steered. owing to the force of the current they made the vessel with some difficulty.
“heave us a rope,” cried one of the men, as they brushed past.
“no visitors allowed aboard,” replied mr welton sternly; catching up, nevertheless, a coil of rope.
“hallo! father, surely you’ve become very unhospitable,” exclaimed another voice from the boat.
“why, jim, is that you, my son?” cried the mate, as he flung the coil over the side.
the boatmen caught it, and next moment jim stood on the deck—a tall strapping young seaman of twenty or thereabouts—a second edition of his father, but more active and lithe in his motions.
“why you creep up to us, jim, like a thief in the night. what brings you here, lad, at such an hour?” asked mr welton, senior, as he shook hands with his son.
“i’ve come to have a talk with ’ee, father. as to creeping like a thief, a man must creep with the tide when there’s no wind, d’ye see, if he don’t come to an anchor. ’tis said that time and tide wait for no man; that bein’ so, i have come to see you now that i’ve got the chance. that’s where it is. but i can’t stay long, for old jones will—”
“what!” interrupted the mate with a frown, as he led his son to the forepart of the vessel, in order to be out of earshot of the watch, “have ’ee really gone an’ shipped with that scoundrel again, after all i’ve said to ’ee?”
“i have, father,” answered the young man with a perplexed expression; “it is about that same that i’ve come to talk to ’ee, and to explain—”
“you have need to explain, jim,” said the mate sternly, “for it seems to me that you are deliberately taking up with bad company; and i see in you already one o’ the usual consequences; you don’t care much for your father’s warnings.”
“don’t say that, father,” exclaimed the youth earnestly, “i am sure that if you knew—stay; i’ll send back the boat, with orders to return for me in an hour or so.”
saying this he hurried to the gangway, dismissed the boat, and returned to the forepart of the vessel, where he found his father pacing the deck with an anxious and somewhat impatient air.
“father,” said jim, as he walked up and down beside his sire, “i have made up my mind that it is my duty to remain, at least a little longer with jones, because—”
“your duty!” interrupted the mate in surprise. “james!” he added, earnestly, “you told me not long ago that you had taken to attending the prayer-meetings at the sailors’ chapel when you could manage it, and i was glad to hear you say so, because i think that the man who feels his need of the help of the almighty, and acts upon his feeling, is safe to escape the rocks and shoals of life—always supposin’ that he sails by the right chart—the bible; but tell me, does the missionary, or the bible, teach that it is any one’s duty to take up with a swearing, drinking scoundrel, who is going from bad to worse, and has got the name of being worthy of a berth in newgate?”
“we cannot tell, father, whether all that’s said of morley jones be true. we may have our suspicions, but we can’t prove t’em; and there’s no occasion to judge a man too soon.”
“that may be so, jim, but that is no reason why you should consort with a man who can do you no goods and, will certainly do ’ee much harm, when you’ve no call for to do so. why do ’ee stick by him—that’s what i want to know—when everybody says he’ll be the ruin of you? and why do ’ee always put me off with vague answers when i git upon that subject? you did not use to act like that, jim. you were always fair an’ above-board in your young days. but what’s the use of askin’? it’s plain that bad company has done it, an’ my only wonder is, how you ever come to play the hypocrite to that extent, as to go to the prayer-meeting and make believe you’ve turned religious.”
there was a little bitterness mingled with the tone of remonstrance in which this was said, which appeared to affect the young man powerfully, for his face crimsoned as he stopped and laid his hand on his father’s shoulder.
“whatever follies or sins i may have committed,” he said, solemnly, “i have not acted a hypocrite’s part in this matter. did you ever yet find me out, father, tellin’ you a lie?”
“well, i can’t say i ever did,” answered the mate with a relenting smile, “’xcept that time when you skimmed all the cream off the milk and capsized the dish and said the cat done it, although you was slobbered with it from your nose to your toes—but you was a very small fellow at that time, you was, and hadn’t got much ballast aboard nor begun to stow your conscience.”
“well, father,” resumed jim with a half-sad smile, “you may depend upon it i am not going to begin to deceive you now. my dear mother’s last words to me on that dreary night when she died,—‘always stick to the truth, jim, whatever it may cost you,’—have never been forgotten, and i pray god they never may be. believe me when i tell you that i never join morley in any of his sinful doings, especially his drinking bouts. you know that i am a total abstainer—”
“no, you’re not,” cried mr welton, senior; “you don’t abstain totally from bad company, jim, and it’s that i complain of.”
“i never join him in his drinking bouts,” repeated jim, without noticing the interruption; “and as he never confides to me any of his business transactions, i have no reason to say that i believe them to be unfair. as i said before, i may suspect, but suspicion is not knowledge; we have no right to condemn him on mere suspicion.”
“true, my son; but you have a perfect right to steer clear of him on mere suspicion.”
“no doubt,” replied jim, with some hesitation in his tone, “but there are circumstances—”
“there you go again with your ‘circumstances,’” exclaimed welton senior with some asperity; “why don’t you heave circumstances overboard, rig the pumps and make a clean breast of it? surely it’s better to do that than let the ship go to the bottom!”
“because, father, the circumstances don’t all belong to myself. other people’s affairs keep my tongue tied. i do assure you that if it concerned only myself, i would tell you everything; and, indeed, when the right time comes, i promise to tell you all—but in the meantime i— i—”
“jim,” said mr welton, senior, stopping suddenly and confronting his stalwart son, “tell me honestly, now, isn’t there a pretty girl mixed up in this business?”
jim stood speechless, but a mantling flush, which the rays of the revolving light deepened on his sunburnt countenance, rendered speech unnecessary.
“i knew it,” exclaimed the mate, resuming his walk and thrusting his hands deeper into the pockets of his coat, “it never was otherwise since adam got married to eve. whatever mischief is going you’re sure to find a woman underneath the very bottom of it, no matter how deep you go! if it wasn’t that the girls are at the bottom of everything good as well as everything bad, i’d be glad to see the whole bilin of ’em made fast to all the sinkers of all the buoys along the british coast and sent to the bottom of the north sea.”
“i suspect that if that were done,” said jim, with a laugh, “you’d soon have all the boys on the british coast making earnest inquiries after their sinkers! but after all, father, although the girls are hard upon us sometimes, you must admit that we couldn’t get on without ’em.”
“true for ye, boy,” observed jerry macgowl, who, coming up at that moment, overheard the conclusion of the sentence. “it’s mesilf as superscribes to that same. haven’t the swate creeturs led me the life of a dog; turned me inside out like an owld stockin’, trod me in the dust as if i was benaith contimpt an’ riven me heart to mortial tatters, but i couldn’t get on widout ’em nohow for all that. as the pote might say, av he only knowd how to putt it in proper verse:—
“‘och, woman dear, ye darlin’,
it’s i would iver be
yer praises caterwaulin’
in swaitest melodee!’”
“mind your own business, jerry,” said the mate, interrupting the flow of the poet’s inspiration.
“sure it’s that same i’m doin’, sir,” replied the man, respectfully touching his cap as he advanced towards the gong that surrounded the windlass and uncovered it. “don’t ye see the fog a-comin’ down like the wolf on the fold, an’ ain’t it my dooty to play a little tshune for the benefit o’ the public?”
jerry hit the instrument as he spoke and drowned his own voice in its sonorous roar. he was driven from his post, however, by dick moy, one of the watch, who, having observed the approaching fog had gone forward to sound the gong, and displayed his dislike to interference by snatching the drumstick out of jerry’s hand and hitting him a smart blow therewith on the top of his head.
as further conversation was under the circumstances impossible, john welton and his son retired to the cabin, where the former detailed to the latter the visit of the strange gentleman with the keen grey eyes, and the conversation that had passed between them regarding morley jones. still the youth remained unmoved, maintaining that suspicion was not proof, although he admitted that things now looked rather worse than they had done before.
while the father and son were thus engaged, a low moaning wail and an unusual heave of the vessel caused them to hasten on deck, just as one of the watch put his head down the hatch and shouted, “a squall, sir, brewing up from the nor’-east.”
