Peter the Whaler Part 6
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The last man to leave the deck of the _Black Swan_ was Mr Bell. He made me and Derrick go down the s.h.i.+p's side just before him. I trust that we felt grateful to Heaven for our deliverance. Scarcely had we left the deck of the _Black Swan_ than the flames burst forth from her hold. They first appeared streaming out of the cabin windows, curling upwards round the taffrail. By this time it was quite dark; and the bright light from the burning wreck cast a ruddy glow on the sails and hull of the _Mary_, and topped the far surrounding waves with a bright tinge of the same hue. Soon the whole p.o.o.p was on fire, and the triumphant flames began to climb up the mizzen-mast. As the s.h.i.+p lay head to wind, their progress was slow forward, nor did they ascend very rapidly; consequently the mizzen-mast fell before the main-mast was on fire. That shortly, however, followed with a loud crash before they even reached the main-topgallant-yard. Next down came the fore-mast, and the whole hull was a ma.s.s of flame. I felt sick at heart as I saw the n.o.ble s.h.i.+p thus for ever lost to the use of man. The fire was still raging when, overcome with fatigue and sickness, I sunk on the deck. As the _Mary_ sailed away from her, she was seen like a beacon blazing fiercely in mid-ocean. Long those on deck gazed till the speck of bright light was on a sudden lost to view, and the glow in the sky overhead disappeared. It was when her charred fragments sunk beneath the wave.
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
We were kindly welcomed and cared for on board the _Mary_, though we subjected her pa.s.sengers and crew to much inconvenience, and to no little risk of starving, should her voyage be prolonged.
There were ladies who attended with gentle care to the women and children, and aided also in nursing the men. Many of the pa.s.sengers and crew gave up their berths to the sick; but the greater number of our people were compelled to remain on deck, sheltered, however, by every means the kindness of our hosts could devise. There was one fair, blue-eyed girl--can I ever forget her? What a pure, light-hearted young creature she was! I felt at once that I could place the same confidence in her that I could in my own sisters, and that she was a being superior both to me and to any of those by whom I had been lately surrounded.
Her name was Mary Dean. She was the daughter of the master of the _Mary_, and the s.h.i.+p was named after her. Mr Bell told the master of my behaviour, which he was pleased to praise, and of my refusing to quit the s.h.i.+p till he did; and Mary heard the tale. The mate also told him that I was the son of a gentleman, and how I had been treated by Captain Swales.
Captain Dean was a very different character to Captain Swales, with whose conduct he was so thoroughly disgusted, that he refused to hold any further communication with him than business actually required. I had held out till I was in safety, and a severe attack of illness then came on. Captain Dean had me removed to a berth in his own cabin, and Mary became my nurse. Where there is sickness and misery, there will the ministering hand of gentle woman be found. Mary Dean watched over me as the s.h.i.+p which bore us steered her course for the mouth of the Saint Lawrence. To her gentle care, under Providence, I owed my life.
Several of the emigrants died after they came on board the _Mary_, and such would probably have been my fate under less watchful treatment.
I was in a low fever and unconscious. How long I remained so, I scarcely know. I awoke one afternoon, and found Mary Dean sitting by my side working with her needle. I fancied that I was dead, and that she was an angel watching over me. Although I discovered that the first part of the notion was a hallucination, I was every day more convinced of the truth of the second. When I got rather better, she used to read to me interesting and instructive works; and every morning she read some portion of the Bible, and explained it to me in a manner which made me comprehend it better than I had ever done before.
Ten days thus pa.s.sed rapidly away before I was able to go on deck.
Captain Dean was very kind to me, and often came and spoke to me, and gave me much useful instruction in seamans.h.i.+p, and also in navigation.
I then thought Mary Dean very beautiful, and I now know that she was so.
She was a child, it must be remembered, or little more than one; but though very small, she was very graceful. She was beautifully fair, with blue, truthful eyes, in which it was impossible guile could ever find a dwelling-place. I have no doubt that my readers will picture her to themselves as she sat in the cabin with a book on her lap, gravely conning its contents, or skipped along the deck, a being of light and life, the fair spirit of the summer sea. Such was Mary Dean as I first saw her. Every one loved her. Her father's heart was wrapped up in her. His crew would, to a man, have died rather than that harm should have happened to her. On sailed the s.h.i.+p. There was much sickness, for all hands were put on the smallest allowance of water and provisions it was possible to subsist on; and we, unfortunately, fell in with no other s.h.i.+p able to furnish us with a supply.
At length the welcome sound was heard of "Land ahead!" It was Cape Breton, at the entrance of the Gulf of Saint Lawrence. Rounding the cape, we stood towards the mouth of the river Saint Lawrence, that vast stream, fed by those inland seas the lakes of Upper Canada, and innumerable rivers and streams. On the north side of the gulf is the large island of Newfoundland, celebrated for its cod fisheries. A glance at the map will show our course far better than any description of mine. I could scarcely believe that we were actually in the river when we had already proceeded a hundred miles up it, so distant were the opposite sh.o.r.es, and, till told of it, I fancied that we were still in the open sea. I was much struck with the grand spectacle which Quebec and its environs presented, as, the s.h.i.+p emerging from the narrow channel of the river formed by the island of Orleans, the city first met my view. It is at this point that the Saint Lawrence, taking a sudden turn, expands, so as to a.s.sume the appearance of a broad lake.
The sun had just risen, and all nature looked fresh and green, rejoicing in the genial warmth of a Canadian spring. On the left was the town, the bright tin steeples and housetops of which, crowning the summit of Cape Diamond, glittered in the rays of the glorious luminary. s.h.i.+ps of all rigs and sizes lay close under the cliffs, and from their diminutive appearance I calculated the great height of the promontory. About eight miles off, on the right, I could see the falls of Montmorency, descending in a sheet of milk-white foam over a lofty precipitous bank into the stream, which, winding through a plain interspersed with villages and studded with vegetation, finds its way into the Saint Lawrence. Quebec is divided into two distinct parts.
The lower town, occupies a narrow strip of land between the precipitous heights of Cape Diamond and the river. It is connected with the upper town by means of a steep street, built in a ravine, which is commanded by the guns of a strongly fortified gateway.
The lower town is princ.i.p.ally inhabited by merchants; and so much straitened are they for room, that many of their houses are built upon wharfs, and other artificial ground. The streets of Quebec are very narrow, and there is a general appearance of antiquity, not often to be met with in an American town. The suburbs are situated on the sh.o.r.es of the Saint Charles, without the fortifications. But I afterwards found that the most magnificent prospect was from the summit of the Citadel on Cape Diamond, whence one may look over the celebrated Plains of Abraham, on which the gallant Wolfe gained the victory which gave Canada to England, and where, fighting n.o.bly, he fell in the hour of triumph. But my object is rather to describe a few of the events of my early days than the scenes I visited. It was a happy moment when we at length dropped our anchor, and water was brought off to quench the thirst from which all had more or less suffered. As soon as the necessary forms were gone through, the emigrants went on sh.o.r.e, and, with few exceptions, I saw them no more.
I was the only person on board who regretted that the voyage was over.
I wished to see the country, and the Indians, and the vast lakes and boundless prairies; but far rather would I have remained with Mary and her father--at least I thought so, as the time for quitting them, probably for ever, arrived. I regretted much leaving Captain Dean, for he had been very kind to me; indeed, he had treated me almost like a son, and I felt grateful to him. It was evening. The s.h.i.+p was to haul in the next morning alongside the quay to discharge her cargo. The captain was on sh.o.r.e and all the emigrants. Except the anchor-watch on deck, the crew were below. Mary and I were the only persons on the quarter-deck.
"Mary," I said, as I took her hand--the words almost choked me while I spoke--"to-morrow I must leave you to look out for a berth on board some homeward-bound s.h.i.+p. You have been very, very kind to me, Mary; and I am grateful, I am indeed, to you and to your father."
"But I do not see why you should leave us, Peter," answered Mary, looking gravely up with a somewhat surprised air. "Has not my father told you that he thinks of asking you to remain with him? And then, some day, when you know more of seamans.h.i.+p, you will become his mate.
Think of that, Peter, how pleasant it will be! So you must not think of leaving us."
"I have no wish to go, I can a.s.sure you, except that I am expected at home," I replied. "But if I stay, what office are you to hold on board, Mary?" I could not help asking.
"Oh, I suppose that I shall be another of the mates," she replied, laughing. "Do you know, Peter, that if I have you to study with, I think that I shall make a very good sailor in a short time. I can put the s.h.i.+p about now in a very good style, let me tell you."
"That's more than I can do, I am afraid," I observed. "But then I can go aloft, and hand and reef; so there I beat you."
"I should not be a bit afraid of going aloft, if I was dressed like you, and papa would let me," she answered naively. "I often envy the men as I see them lying out on the yards or at the mast-head when the s.h.i.+p is rolling and pitching; and I fancy that next to the sensations of a bird on the wing, theirs must be the most enjoyable."
"You are a true sailor's daughter, Mary," I answered, with more enthusiasm than I had ever before felt. "But I don't think your father would quite like to see you aloft; and, let me tell you, when there's much sea on, and it's blowing hard, it's much more difficult to keep there than it looks."
Thus we talked on, and touched on other topics; but they chiefly had references to ourselves. Nearly the last words Mary uttered were, "Then you will sail with father, if he asks you, Peter?"
I promised, and afterwards added, "For the sake of sailing with him, Mary, my dear young sister, if you are on board, I would give up kindred, home, and country. I would sail with you round and round the world, and never wish again to see the sh.o.r.e, except you were there."
She was satisfied at having gained her point. We were very young, and little knew the dangerous sea on which we were proposing to sail. I called her sister, for I felt as if she were indeed my sister.
CHAPTER TWELVE.
The next morning the _Mary_ commenced discharging her cargo. Captain Dean then told me that he hoped I would sail with him, but that, as the s.h.i.+p required a thorough repair, it would be some weeks before she could be at sea again, and that in the meantime he would advise me to employ myself usefully; and he recommended me to take a trip in a trader to Halifax or Saint John's, for the sake of gaining information regarding the navigation of those seas.
"A person who wishes to be a thorough sailor (and if a man is not a thorough sailor he has no business to be an officer)," he observed, "will seek every opportunity of making himself well acquainted with the navigation of every sea he visits, the appearance of the coasts, the set of the currents, the rise and fall of the tides, the prevailing winds, and the weather to be expected at different seasons. He will go afloat in every sort of craft, and be constantly considering how he would act under all possible circ.u.mstances. He should never weary of making inquiries of other seamen how they have acted, and the result of what they have done. As navigation was not brought to the perfection it has now attained under many centuries, so no man will become a perfect seaman unless he diligently gathers together the information possessed by all whom he meets, at the same time weighing well their opinions, and adopting them after duly comparing them with others."
I have always remembered Captain Dean's advice, and I advise all young sailors to follow it; indeed, it strikes me that it is applicable to most relations in life.
I looked about for a vessel, but could not find one. Meantime, by the captain's kindness, I remained on board, though he and Mary went to live in lodgings on sh.o.r.e, as, of course, in the state the s.h.i.+p was in, she could have no comfort even in her own cabin. About three or four days after our arrival, I saw a s.h.i.+p ascend the river and come to an anchor not far from where we were lying. Prompted by curiosity, I was looking at her through a telescope, when I observed a group of people on the deck who were gazing apparently with the curiosity of strangers at the sh.o.r.e. A little apart from them stood a form I thought I recognised. I pointed my gla.s.s steadily at him. I felt certain that I could not be mistaken. It was Silas Flint. Then all on the raft, instead of peris.h.i.+ng, as it was supposed they would, might have been saved, as he had escaped. I was truly glad, and, borrowing the dinghy from the mate, I pulled on board the newly-arrived s.h.i.+p.
Silas--for I was right in my conjectures--was looking over the side as I climbed up it. He almost wrung my hand off as he took it in his grasp.
"I am glad to see ye, I am, Peter!" he exclaimed. "Why, lad, I thought you had gone to the bottom with all who remained on board."
I told him that we had in like manner fancied that all on the raft had perished; and I was glad to find that, with the exception of two, all had been picked up by the s.h.i.+p on board of which they then were. He then asked me what my plans were, and I told him what Captain Dean advised. He next inquired if I had seen Captain Swales. I replied that I had met him twice in the streets of Quebec, and that he had eyed me with no very friendly glance.
"Then depend on it, Peter, he means you some mischief," he observed.
"If he gets another s.h.i.+p here, which is likely enough he will, he will want hands; and if he can lay hold of you, he will claim you as put under his charge by your father; and I don't know how you are to get off."
"By keeping out of his way, I should think," I replied.
"That's just what I was going to advise you to do, Peter," observed Silas. "And I'll tell you what, lad, instead of your kicking your heels doing nothing in this place, you and I will start off up the country with our guns as soon as I have done my business here, which won't take long, and we'll see if we can't pick up a few skins which will be worth something."
This proposition, as may be supposed, was much to my taste; but I did not much like the thoughts of leaving Captain Dean and Mary, though I did not tell him so. He, however, very soon discovered what was running in my mind, and set himself to work to overcome the wish I had to remain with them. I had found so few friends of late, that I had learned to value them properly. But Silas Flint wanted a companion, and, liking me, was resolved that I should accompany him. We went on sh.o.r.e together; and before the day was over, he had so worked up my imagination by his descriptions of the sport and scenery of the backwoods, that I became most eager to set off.
I next day told Captain Dean; and as I a.s.sured him that it was my father's wish that I should see something of the country, he did not oppose the plan, provided I should return in time to sail with him.
This I promised to do; and I then went below to tell Mary, who was in the cabin packing up some things to take on sh.o.r.e. To my surprise, she burst into tears when I gave her the information; and this very nearly made me abandon my project. When, however, I told her of my promise to return, she was comforted; and I added, that I would bring her back plenty of skins to make her tippets and m.u.f.fs for the winter, to last her for years.
Three days after his arrival at Quebec, Flint was ready to set out. I had preserved intact the money my kind father had given me, and with it I purchased, at Flint's suggestion, a rifle, and powder, and a shot-belt, a tinder-box, a pipe, some tobacco, a tin cup, and a few other small articles. "Now you've laid in your stock in trade, my lad,"
he observed, as he announced my outfit to be complete. "With a quick eye and a steady hand you've the means, by my help, of making your fortune; so the sooner we camp out and begin the better."
I told him I was ready, and asked him where we were to go.
"Oh, never you mind that, lad," he replied. "It's a long way from here; but a man, with his eyes open, can always find his way there and back.
All you've to do is to follow the setting sun going, and to look out for him rising when coming back."
"Then I suppose you mean to go to the westward?" I observed.
"Ay, lad, to the far west," he answered; but I confess that at the time I had no idea how far off that "far west" was.
We set off the next morning by a steamer to Montreal, and on from thence, past Kingston, to Toronto on Lake Ontario, in Upper Canada.
Flint lent me money to pay my way. He said that I should soon be able to reimburse him. I need not say how delighted I was with the fine scenery and the superb inland seas on which I floated. I could scarcely persuade myself that I was not on the ocean, till I tasted the water alongside. Flint told me with a chuckle, that once upon a time the English Government sent some s.h.i.+ps of war in frame out to the lakes, and also a supply of water-tanks, forgetting that they would have a very ample one outside. A little forethought would have saved the ridicule they gained for this mistake, and the expense to which they put the country. As my intention is to describe my adventures afloat rather than those on sh.o.r.e, I shall be very brief with my account of the life we led in the backwoods.
From Toronto we crossed the country to Goodrich, a town on the sh.o.r.es of Lake Huron. Here we took a pa.s.sage in a sailing vessel, trading to the factories on the northern sh.o.r.e of the lake, and at the nearest we landed and prepared for our expedition. Flint observed, that as we were short of funds, we must proceed on an economical principle. He therefore purchased only a small though strong pony, to carry our provisions and the skins of the animals we might kill, while we were to proceed humbly on foot.
We were now in a land teeming with every description of game; and I was able to prove to Flint that I was not a worse shot than I had sometimes boasted to him of being. The weather was generally fine, so that a bark hut afforded us ample shelter at night, and our rifles gave us as much food as we could require. Our greatest enemies were mosquitoes and other flies, and it was only by smearing our faces over with fat that we could free ourselves from their attacks.
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