Toilers of the Sea Part 56
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The construction was little more than a colossal hurdle, having beams for rods and chains in the place of wattles.
It seemed woven together, quite as much as built.
He multiplied the fastenings, and added nails where they were necessary.
Having obtained a great quant.i.ty of bar iron from the wreck, he had been able to make a large number of these heavy nails.
While still at work, he broke some biscuit with his teeth. He was thirsty, but he could not drink, having no more fresh water. He had emptied the can at his meal of the evening before.
He added afterwards four or five more pieces of timber; then climbed again upon the barrier and listened.
The noises from the horizon had ceased; all was still.
The sea was smooth and quiet; deserving all those complimentary phrases which worthy citizens bestow upon it when satisfied with a trip. "A mirror," "a pond," "like oil," and so forth. The deep blue of the sky responded to the deep green tint of the ocean. The sapphire and the emerald hues vied with each other. Each were perfect. Not a cloud on high, not a line of foam below. In the midst of all this splendour, the April sun rose magnificently. It was impossible to imagine a lovelier day.
On the verge of the horizon a flight of birds of pa.s.sage formed a long dark line against the sky. They were flying fast as if alarmed.
Gilliatt set to work again to raise the breakwater.
He raised it as high as he could; as high, indeed, as the curving of the rocks would permit.
Towards noon the sun appeared to him to give more than its usual warmth.
Noon is the critical time of the day. Standing upon the powerful frame which he had built up, he paused again to survey the wide expanse.
The sea was more than tranquil. It was a dull dead calm. No sail was visible. The sky was everywhere clear; but from blue it had become white. The whiteness was singular. To the west, and upon the horizon, was a little spot of a sickly hue. The spot remained in the same place, but by degrees grew larger. Near the breakers the waves shuddered; but very gently.
Gilliatt had done well to build his breakwater.
A tempest was approaching.
The elements had determined to give battle.
BOOK III
THE STRUGGLE
I
EXTREMES MEET
Nothing is more threatening than a late equinox.
The appearance of the sea presents a strange phenomenon, resulting from what may be called the arrival of the ocean winds.
In all seasons, but particularly at the epoch of the Syzygies, at the moment when least expected, the sea sometimes becomes singularly tranquil. That vast perpetual movement ceases; a sort of drowsiness and languor overspreads it; and it seems weary and about to rest. Every rag of bunting, from the tiny streamer of the fis.h.i.+ng-boat to the great flag of s.h.i.+ps of war, droops against the mast. The admiral's flag, the Royal and Imperial ensigns sleep alike.
Suddenly all these streamers begin to flutter gently.
If there happen to be clouds, the moment has then come for marking the formation of the _cirri_; if the sun is setting, for observing the red tints of the horizon; or if it be night and there is a moon, for looking attentively for the halo.
It is then that the captain or commander of a squadron, if he happen to possess one of those storm indicators, the inventor of which is unknown, notes his instrument carefully and takes his precautions against the south wind, if the clouds have an appearance like dissolved sugar; or against the north, if they exfoliate in crystallisations like brakes of brambles, or like fir woods. Then, too, the poor Irish or Breton fisherman, after having consulted some mysterious gnomon engraved by the Romans or by demons upon one of those straight enigmatical stones, which are called in Brittany _Menhir_, and in Ireland _Cruach_, hauls his boat up on the sh.o.r.e.
Meanwhile the serenity of sky and ocean continues. The day dawns radiant, and Aurora smiles. It was this which filled the old poets and seers with religious horror; for men dared to suspect the falsity of the sun. _Solem quis dicere falsum audeat?_
The sombre vision of nature's secret laws is interdicted to man by the fatal opacity of surrounding things. The most terrible and perfidious of her aspects is that which masks the convulsions of the deep.
Some hours, and even days sometimes, pa.s.s thus. Pilots raise their telescopes here and there. The faces of old seamen have always an expression of severity left upon them by the vexation of perpetually looking out for changes.
Suddenly a great confused murmur is heard. A sort of mysterious dialogue takes place in the air.
Nothing unusual is seen.
The wide expanse is tranquil.
Yet the noises increase. The dialogue becomes more audible.
There is something beyond the horizon.
Something terrible. It is the wind.
The wind; or rather that populace of t.i.tans which we call the gale. The unseen mult.i.tude.
India knew them as the Maroubs, Judea as the Keroubim, Greece as the Aquilones. They are the invisible winged creatures of the Infinite.
Their blasts sweep over the earth.
II
THE OCEAN WINDS
They come from the immeasurable deep. Their wide wings need the breadth of the ocean gulf; the s.p.a.ciousness of desert solitudes. The Atlantic, the Pacific--those vast blue plains--are their delight. They hasten thither in flocks. Commander Page witnessed, far out at sea, seven waterspouts at once. They wander there, wild and terrible! The ever-ending yet eternal flux and reflux is their work. The extent of their power, the limits of their will, none know. They are the Sphinxes of the abyss: Gama was their oedipus. In that dark, ever-moving expanse, they appear with faces of cloud. He who perceives their pale lineaments in that wide dispersion, the horizon of the sea, feels himself in presence of an unsubduable power. It might be imagined that the proximity of human intelligence disquieted them, and that they revolted against it. The mind of man is invincible, but the elements baffle him.
He can do nothing against the power which is everywhere, and which none can bind. The gentle breath becomes a gale, smites with the force of a war-club, and then becomes gentle again. The winds attack with a terrible crash, and defend themselves by fading into nothingness. He who would encounter them must use artifice. Their varying tactics, their swift redoubled blows, confuse. They fly as often as they attack. They are tenacious and impalpable. Who can circ.u.mvent them? The prow of the _Argo_, cut from an oak of Dodona's grove, that mysterious pilot of the bark, spoke to them, and they insulted that pilot-G.o.ddess. Columbus, beholding their approach at _La Pinta_, mounted upon the p.o.o.p, and addressed them with the first verses of St. John's Gospel. Surcouf defied them: "Here come the gang," he used to say. Napier greeted them with cannon-b.a.l.l.s. They a.s.sume the dictators.h.i.+p of chaos.
Chaos is theirs, in which to wreak their mysterious vengeance: the den of the winds is more monstrous than that of lions. How many corpses lie in its deep recesses, where the howling gusts sweep without pity over that obscure and ghastly ma.s.s! The winds are heard wheresoever they go, but they give ear to none. Their acts resemble crimes. None know on whom they cast their h.o.a.ry surf; with what ferocity they hover over s.h.i.+pwrecks, looking at times as if they flung their impious foam-flakes in the face of heaven. They are the tyrants of unknown regions. "_Luoghi spaventosi_," murmured the Venetian mariners.
The trembling fields of s.p.a.ce are subjected to their fierce a.s.saults.
Things unspeakable come to pa.s.s in those deserted regions. Some horseman rides in the gloom; the air is full of a forest sound; nothing is visible; but the tramp of cavalcades is heard. The noonday is overcast with sudden night; a tornado pa.s.ses. Or it is midnight, which suddenly becomes bright as day; the polar lights are in the heavens. Whirlwinds pa.s.s in opposite ways, and in a sort of hideous dance, a stamping of the storms upon the waters. A cloud overburdened opens and falls to earth.
Other clouds, filled with red light, flash and roar; then frown again ominously. Emptied of their lightnings, they are but as spent brands.
Pent-up rains dissolve in mists. Yonder sea appears a fiery furnace in which the rains are falling: flames seem to issue from the waves. The white gleam of the ocean under the shower is reflected to marvellous distances. The different ma.s.ses transform themselves into uncouth shapes. Monstrous whirlpools make strange hollows in the sky. The vapours revolve, the waves spin, the giddy Naiads roll; sea and sky are livid; noises as of cries of despair are in the air.
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