The Castaways Part 1

The Castaways.

by Harry Collingwood.

CHAPTER ONE.

MISS ONSLOW.

It was on a wet, dreary, dismal afternoon, toward the end of October 18--, that I found myself _en route_ for Gravesend, to join the clipper s.h.i.+p _City of Cawnpore_, in the capacity of cuddy pa.s.senger, bound for Calcutta.

The wind was blowing strong from the south-east, and came sweeping along, charged with frequent heavy rain squalls that dashed fiercely against the carriage windows, while the atmosphere was a mere dingy, brownish grey expanse of shapeless vapour, so all-pervading that it shut out not only the entire firmament but also a very considerable portion of the landscape.

There had been a time, not so very long ago--while I was hunting slavers on the West Coast, grilling under a scorching African sun day after day and month after month, with pitiless monotony--when the mere recollection of such weather as this had made me long for a taste of it as a priceless luxury; but now, after some five months' experience of the execrable British climate, I folded my cloak more closely about me, as I gazed through the carriage windows at the rain-blurred landscape, and blessed the physician who was sending me southward in search of warmth and suns.h.i.+ne and the strong salt breeze once more.

For it was in pursuit of renewed health and strength that I was about to undertake the voyage; a spell of over two years of hard, uninterrupted service upon the Coast--during which a more than average allowance of wounds and fever had fallen to my share--had compelled me to invalid home; and now, with my wounds healed, the fever banished from my system, and in possession of a snug little, recently-acquired competence that rendered it unnecessary for me to follow the sea as a profession, I-- Charles Conyers, R.N., aged twenty-seven--was, by the fiat of my medical adviser, about to seek, on the broad ocean, that life-giving tonic which is un.o.btainable elsewhere, and which was all that I now needed to entirely reinvigorate my const.i.tution and complete my restoration to perfect health.

Upon my arrival at Gravesend I was glad to find that the rain had ceased, for the moment, although the sky still looked full of it. I therefore lost no time in making my way down to the river, where I forthwith engaged a waterman to convey me, and the few light articles I had brought with me, off to the s.h.i.+p.

The _City of Cawnpore_ was a brand-new iron s.h.i.+p, of some twelve hundred tons register, modelled like a frigate, full-rigged, and as handsome a craft in every respect as I had ever seen. I had seen her before, of course, in the Docks, when I had gone down to inspect her and choose my cabin; but she was then less than half loaded; her decks were dirty and lumbered up with bales and cases of cargo; her jib-booms were rigged in, and her topgallant-masts down on deck; and altogether she was looking her worst; while now, lying well out toward the middle of the stream as she was, she looked a perfect picture, as she lay with her bows pointing down-stream, straining lightly at her cable upon the last of the flood-tide, loaded down just sufficiently, as it seemed, to put her into perfect sailing trim, her black hull with its painted ports showing up in strong contrast to the peasoup-coloured flood upon which she rode, her lofty masts stayed to a hair, and all accurately parallel, gleaming like ruddy gold against the dingy murk of the wild-looking sky. Her yards were all squared with the nicest precision, and the new cream-white canvas snugly furled upon them and the booms; the red ensign streamed from the gaff-end; and the burgee, or house flag--a red star in a white diamond upon a blue field--cut with a swallow tail in the present instance to indicate that her skipper was the commodore of the fleet--fluttered at the main-royal-masthead.

"She's a pretty s.h.i.+p, sir; a very pretty s.h.i.+p; as handsome a vessel as I've ever see'd a lyin' off this here town," remarked the waterman who was pulling me off to her, noting perhaps the admiration in my gaze.

"And she's a good staunch s.h.i.+p, too; well built, well found, and well manned--the owners of them 'red star' liners won't have nothin' less than the very best of everything in their s.h.i.+ps and aboard of 'em--and I hopes your honour'll have a very pleasant voyage, I'm sure. You ought to, for there's some uncommon nice people goin' out in her; I took three of 'em off myself in this here very same boat 'bout a hour ago. And one of 'em--ah, she _is_ a beauty, she is, and no mistake! handsome as a hangel; and such eyes--why, sir, they're that bright and they sparkles to that extent that you won't want no stars not so long as she's on deck."

"Indeed," answered I, with languid interest, yet glad nevertheless to learn that there was to be at least one individual of agreeable personality on board. Then, as we drew up toward the accommodation ladder, I continued: "Back your starboard oar; pull port; way enough!

Lay in your oars and look out for the line that they are about to heave to you!"

"Ay, ay, sir," answered the fellow, as he proceeded with slow deliberation but a great show of alacrity to obey my injunctions. "Dash my b.u.t.tons," he continued, "if I didn't think as you'd seen a s.h.i.+p afore to-day, and knowed the stem from the starn of her. Says I to myself, when I seen the way that you took hold of them yoke-lines, and the knowin' c.o.c.k of your heye as you runned it over this here vessel's hull and spars and her riggin'--'this here gent as I've a got hold of is a sailor, he is, and as sich he'll know what a hard life of it we pore watermen has; and I shouldn't wonder but what--knowin' the hardness of the life--he'll'--thank'ee, sir; I wishes you a wery pleasant voyage, with all my 'eart, sir. Take hold, steward; these is all the things the gent has brought along of 'im."

I was received at the gangway by a fine sailorly-looking man, some thirty-five years of age, and of about middle height, st.u.r.dily built, and with a frank, alert, pleasant expression of face, who introduced himself to me as the chief mate--Murgatroyd by name--following up his self-introduction with the information that Captain Dacre had not yet come down from town, but might be expected on board in time for dinner.

It was just beginning to rain rather sharply again, or I should have been disposed to remain on deck for a while and improve my acquaintance with this genial-looking sailor; as it was, I merely paused beside him long enough to note that the deck between the foremast and the mainmast seemed to be crowded with rough, round-backed, awkward-looking men, having the appearance of navvies or something of that kind; also that the main hatch was partially closed by a grating through an aperture in which, at the after port angle of the hatchway, other men of a like sort were pa.s.sing up and down by means of a ladder. The mate caught my inquiring glance as it wandered over the rough-looking crowd, and replied to it by remarking:

"Miners, and such-like--a hundred and twenty of 'em--going out to develop a new mine somewhere up among the Himalayas, so I'm told.

Rather a tough lot, by the look of 'em, Mr Conyers; but I'll take care that they don't annoy the cuddy pa.s.sengers; and they'll soon shake down when once we're at sea."

"No doubt," I replied. "Poor fellows! they appear to be indifferent enough to the idea of leaving their native land; but how many of them, I wonder, will live to return to it. Steward," I continued, as I turned away to follow the man who was carrying my hand baggage below for me, "is there anyone in the same cabin with me?"

"No, sir; you've got it all to yourself, sir," was the reply. "There was a young gent," he continued--"one of a family of six as was goin'

out with us--who was to have been put in along with you, sir; but the father have been took suddenly ill, so they're none of 'em going.

Consequence is that we've only got thirty cuddy pa.s.sengers aboard, instead of thirty-six, which is our full complement. Your trunks is under the bottom berth, sir, and I've unstrapped 'em. Anything more I can do for you, sir?"

I replied in the negative, thanking the man for his attention; and then, as he closed the cabin-door behind him, I seated myself upon a sofa and looked round at the snug and roomy apartment which, if all went well, I was to occupy during the voyage of the s.h.i.+p to India and back.

The room was some ten feet long, by eight feet wide, and seven feet high to the underside of the beams. It was set athwarts.h.i.+ps, instead of fore and aft as was at that period more frequently the fas.h.i.+on; and it was furnished with two bunks, or beds, one over the other, built against the bulkhead that divided the cabin from that next it. The lower bunk was "made up" with bed, bedding, and pillows complete, ready for occupation; but the upper bunk, not being required, had been denuded of its bedding, leaving only the open framework of the bottom, which was folded back and secured against the bulkhead, out of the way, thus leaving plenty of air s.p.a.ce above me when I should be turned in. At the foot of the bunks there was a nice deep, double chest of drawers, surmounted by an ornamental rack-work arrangement containing a brace of water-bottles, with tumblers to match, together with vacant s.p.a.ces for the reception of such matters as brushes and combs, razor-cases, and other odds and ends.

Then there was a wash-stand, with a toilet-gla.s.s above it, and a cupboard beneath the basin containing two large metal ewers of fresh water; and alongside the wash-stand hung a couple of large, soft towels.

There was a fine big bull's eye in the deck overhead, and a circular port in the s.h.i.+p's side, big enough for me to have crept through with some effort, had I so wished, the copper frame of which was glazed with plate gla.s.s a full inch thick. Beneath this port was the short sofa, upholstered in black horsehair, upon which I sat; and, screwed to the s.h.i.+p's side in such a position as to be well out of the way, yet capable of pretty completely illuminating the cabin, was a handsome little silver-plated lamp, already lighted, hung in gimbals and surmounted by a frosted gla.s.s globe very prettily chased with a pattern of flowers and leaves and birds. The bulkheads were painted a dainty cream colour, with gilt mouldings; a heavy curtain of rich material screened the door; and the deck of the cabin was covered with a thick, handsome carpet.

"What a contrast," thought I, "to my miserable, stuffy little dog-hole of a cabin aboard the old _Hebe_!" And I sat there so long, meditating upon the times that were gone, and the scenes of the past, that I lost all consciousness of my surroundings, and was only awakened from my brown study--or was it a quiet little nap?--by the loud clanging of the first dinner bell. Thus admonished, I went to work with a will to get into my dress clothes--for those were the days when such garments were _de rigueur_ aboard all liners of any pretensions--and was quite ready to make my way to the saloon when the second and final summons to dinner pealed forth.

The cuddy, or main saloon of the s.h.i.+p, was on deck, under the full p.o.o.p, while the sleeping accommodation was below; consequently by the time that I had reached the vestibule upon which the cuddy doors opened, I found myself in the midst of quite a little crowd of more or less well-dressed people who were jostling each other in a gentle, well-bred sort of way in their eagerness to get into the saloon. They were mostly silent, as is the way of the English among strangers, but a few, here and there, who seemed to have already made each other's acquaintance, pa.s.sed the usual inane remarks about the absurdly inconvenient arrangements generally of the s.h.i.+p. Some half a dozen stewards were showing the pa.s.sengers to their places at table, as they pa.s.sed in through the doorways; and upon my entrance I was at once pounced upon by one of the aforesaid stewards, who, in semi-confidential tones, remarked:

"This way, if you please, sir. It's Cap'n Dacre's orders that you was to be seated close alongside of him."

As I followed the man down the length of the roomy, handsome apartment, I could scarcely realise that it was the same that I had seen when the s.h.i.+p lay loading in the dock. Then, the deck (or floor, as a landsman would call it) was carpetless, the tables, chairs, sofas, lamps, and walls of the cabin were draped in brown holland, to protect them from the all-penetrating dust and dirt that is always flying about, more or less, during the handling of cargo, and the room was lighted only by the skylights; now, I found myself in a scene as brilliant, after its own fas.h.i.+on, as that afforded by the dining-room of a first-cla.s.s hotel.

The saloon was of the full width of the s.h.i.+p, and some forty feet long by about eight feet high; the sides and the ceiling were panelled, and painted in cream, light blue, and gold; and it was furnished with three tables--one on either side of the cabin, running fore-and-aft, with a good wide gangway between, and one athwarts.h.i.+ps and abaft the other two, with seats on the after side of it only, so that no one was called upon to turn his or her back upon those sitting at the other two tables. The tables were gleaming with snow-white napery, crystal, and silver; and were further adorned with handsome flowering plants in painted china bowls, placed at frequent intervals; the deck was covered with a carpet in which one's feet sank ankle deep; the sofas were upholstered in stamped purple velvet; and the whole scene was illuminated by the soft yet brilliant light of three cl.u.s.ters of three lamps each suspended over the centres of the several tables. Abaft the aftermost table I caught a glimpse of a piano, open, with some sheets of music upon it, as though someone had already been trying the tone of the instrument.

Conducted by the steward, I presently found myself installed in a chair, between two ladies, one of whom was seated alongside the skipper, on his right. This lady was young--apparently about twenty-one or twenty-two years of age, above medium height--if one could form a correct judgment of her stature as she sat at the table--a rich and brilliant brunette, crowned with a wealth of most beautiful and luxuriant golden-chestnut hair, and altogether the most perfectly lovely creature that I had ever beheld. I felt certain, the moment my eyes rested upon her, that she must certainly be the subject of my friend the waterman's enthusiastic eulogies. The other lady--she who occupied the seat on my right--was stout, elderly, grey-haired, and very richly attired in brocade and lace, with a profusion of jewellery about her. She was also loud-voiced, for as I pa.s.sed behind her toward my seat she shouted to the elderly, military-looking man on her right:

"Now, Pat, don't ye attempt to argue wid me; I shall be ill to-morrow, no matther what I ait, or don't ait; so I shall take a good dinner and injoy mesilf while I can!"

Captain Dacre--a very fine-looking, handsome, whitehaired man, attired in a fairly close imitation of a naval captain's uniform, and looking a thorough sailor all over--was already seated; but upon seeing me he rose, stretched out his hand, and remarked:

"Lieutenant Conyers, I presume? Welcome, sir, aboard the _City of Cawnpore_; and I hope that when next you see Gravesend you will have fully recovered the health and strength you are going to sea to look for. It is not often, Mr Conyers, that I have a brother sailor upon my pa.s.senger list, so when I am so fortunate I make the most of him by providing him--as in your case--with a berth at the table as nearly alongside me as possible. Allow me to make you known to your neighbours. Miss Onslow, permit me to introduce Lieutenant Conyers of our Royal Navy. Lady O'Brien--General Sir Patrick O'Brien--Lieutenant Conyers."

Miss Onslow--the beauty on my left--acknowledged the introduction with a very queenly and distant bow; Lady O'Brien looked me keenly in the eyes for an instant, and then shook hands with me very heartily; and the general murmured something about being glad to make my acquaintance, and forthwith addressed himself with avidity to the plate of soup which one of the stewards placed before him.

Presently, having finished his soup, the general leaned forward and stared hard at me for a moment. Then he remarked:

"Excuse me, Conyers--it is no use being formal, when we are about to be cooped up together on board s.h.i.+p for the next two months, is it?--are you the man that got so shockingly hacked about at the capture of that piratical slaver, the--the--hang it all, I've forgotten her name now?"

"If you refer to the _Preciosa_, I must plead guilty to the soft impeachment," answered I.

"Ah!" he exclaimed, "hang me if I didn't think so when I heard your name, and saw that scar across your forehead. Wonderfully plucky thing to do, sir; as plucky a thing, I think, as I ever heard of! I must get you to tell me all about it, some time or another--here, steward, hang it all, man, this sherry is corked! Bring me another bottle!"

I am rather a shy man, and this sudden identification of me in connection with an affair that I had already grown heartily tired of hearing referred to, and that I fondly hoped would now be speedily forgotten by my friends, was distinctly disconcerting; I therefore seized upon the opportunity afforded me by the mishap to the general's sherry to divert the conversation into another channel, by turning to my lovely left-hand neighbour with the inquiry:

"Is this your first experience of s.h.i.+pboard, Miss Onslow?"

"This will be my third voyage to India, Mr Conyers," she answered, with an air of surprise at my temerity in addressing her, and such proud, stately dignity and lofty condescension that I caught myself thinking:

"Hillo, Charley, my lad, what sort of craft is this you are exchanging salutes with? You will have to take care what you are about with her, my fine fellow, or you will be finding that some of her guns are shotted!"

But I was not to be deterred from making an effort to render myself agreeable, simply because the manner of the young lady was almost chillingly distant, so I returned:

"Indeed! then you are quite a seasoned traveller. And how does the sea use you? Does it treat you kindly?"

"If you mean Am I ill at sea? I am glad to say that I am _not_!" she replied. "I _love_ the sea; but I hate voyaging upon it."

"That sounds somewhat paradoxical, does it not?" I ventured to insinuate.

"Possibly it does," she admitted. "What I mean is that, while I never enjoy such perfect health anywhere as I do when at sea, and while I pa.s.sionately admire the ever-changing beauty and poetry of the ocean and sky in their varying moods, I find it distinctly irksome and unpleasant to be pent up for months within the narrow confines of a s.h.i.+p, with no possibility of escape from my surroundings however unpleasant they may be. There is no privacy, and no change on board a s.h.i.+p; one is compelled to meet the same people day after day, and to be brought into more or less intimate contact with them, whether one wishes it or not."

"That is undoubtedly true," I acknowledged, "so far, at least, as meeting the same people day after day is concerned. But surely one need not necessarily be brought into intimate contact with them, unless so minded; it is not difficult to make the average person understand that anything approaching to intimacy is unwelcome."

"Is it not?" she retorted drily. "Then I am afraid that my experience has been more unfortunate than yours. I have more than once been obliged to be actually rude to people before. I could succeed in convincing them that I would prefer not to be on intimate terms with them."

And therewith Miss Onslow ever so slightly turned herself away from me, and addressed herself to the contents of her plate with a manner that seemed indicative of a desire to terminate the conversation.

I thought that I already began to understand this very charming and interesting young lady. I had not the remotest idea who or what she was, beyond the bare fact that her name was Onslow, but her style and her manners--despite her singular hauteur--stamped her unmistakably as one accustomed to move in a high plane of society; that she was inordinately proud and intensely exclusive was clear, but I had an idea that this fault--if such it could be considered--was due rather to training than to any innate imperfection of character; and I could conceive that--the barrier of her exclusiveness once pa.s.sed--she might prove to be winsome and fascinating beyond the power of words to express. But I had a suspicion that the man who should be bold enough to attempt the pa.s.sage of that barrier would have to face many a rebuff, as well as the very strong probability of ultimate ignominious, irretrievable defeat; and as I was then--and still am, for that matter-- a rather sensitive individual, I quickly determined that I at least would not dare such a fate. Moreover, I seemed to find in the drift of what she had said--and more particularly in her manner of saying it--a hint that possibly I might be one of those with whom she would prefer not to be on terms of intimacy.