The Boy Tar Part 27
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A VERY GRAND OBSTACLE.
The good s.h.i.+p _Inca_, then, was like most others built to the merchants'
order. She was "pigeon-breasted," and bulged out along the sides in such a fas.h.i.+on, that her hold was far wider than her beam; and, looking up from the bottom of the hold, the sides appeared to curve towards each other, and converge over you like a roof. I knew that this was the shape of the _Inca_, for it was then the universal shape of merchant vessels, and I was somewhat used to noticing s.h.i.+ps of all kinds that came into our bay.
I have said that, while trying through the slits of the top of the box with my knife, I felt something soft, which I took to be a bale of linen; but I had also noticed that it did not extend over the whole lid.
On the contrary, there was about a foot at the end--that end contiguous to the s.h.i.+p's timbers--where I could feel nothing. There were two slits, and I had run my blade through each without touching any substance, either hard or soft. I concluded, therefore, that there was nothing there, and that about a foot of s.p.a.ce behind the bale of linen was empty.
This was easily explained. The bale standing on the two large cloth-cases, was at that height where the side of the s.h.i.+p began to curve inwards; and as its top would lie in contact with the timbers higher up, the bottom angle would evidently be thrown out from them to the distance of a foot or so, thus leaving a three-cornered s.p.a.ce quite empty, being only large enough to hold small packages of goods.
I reasoned, therefore, that if I were to proceed vertically upward, I should soon come in contact with the side timbers of the s.h.i.+p, constantly curving inward as high as the deck itself, and that I should meet with many obstacles, such as small packages, which I knew would be more difficult to deal with than large cases and boxes. For this reason, then, but more for the others already a.s.signed, I came to the determination to make my next move in a horizontal direction.
You will perhaps wonder that I should have taken so much pains to determine this point; but when you reflect upon the time and labour which it required to cut through the side of a box, and then through the adjacent side of the next--in short, to make a "stage" in advance--when you reflect that a _whole day_ might be so occupied, you will then perceive how important it was not to act rashly, but, if possible, to proceed in the right direction.
After all, I was not quite so long in choosing which way to go, as I have here been in narrating my reflections about it. It only required a few minutes for me to make up my mind; but I was so pleased at being once more on my legs, that I remained standing for nearly half an hour.
When sufficiently rested by this, I placed my arms inside the upper case; and then, drawing myself up, prepared to go on with my work.
I experienced a thrill of joy as I found myself in this upper box. I was now in the _second tier_ of the packages, and more than six feet from the bottom of the hold. I was full three feet higher than I had yet been; three feet nearer to the deck and the sky--to my fellow-creatures--to liberty!
On minutely examining the end of the case through which I intended to make an aperture, I was further joyed to find that this part of my work would not be difficult. One board was already loose--the looseness having been caused by my tearing out the large piece at the bottom.
Moreover, the blade of my knife told me that the object that was beyond, did not stand close up to the case, but was several inches from it. In fact, I could only just reach it with the tip of the blade. This was a manifest advantage. I should be able, by a strong push or kick, to start the board outward, and then dispose of it on one side or the other between the two packages.
And this I finally succeeded in doing. Booted for the purpose, I laid myself back, and then commenced beating a tattoo with my heels.
In a short while the "scranching" sound announced that the hoops and nails were giving way; and after another kick or two the board flew out, and slipped down between the boxes quite out of my reach.
I was not slow in thrusting my hands through the aperture thus made, and endeavouring to ascertain what sort of an article was to come next; but though I could feel a broad surface of rough plank, I was unable to make out what sort of a package it was.
I knocked out another piece from the end of the cloth-case, and then a third--which was all there was of it--so that I had now the whole end open before me.
This gave me a fine opportunity to explore beyond, and I continued my examination. To my surprise, I found that the broad surface of rough deal extended in every direction beyond my reach. It rose vertically, like a wall, not only covering the whole end of the cloth-case, but stretching beyond it, upward and on both sides--how far I could not tell, but so far that, after thrusting my arms up to the elbows, I could feel neither edge nor corner.
This, then, was certainly a case of different shape and size from any I had yet encountered; but what kind of goods it contained, I had not the slightest idea. Cloth it was not likely to be, else it would have resembled the other cases; nor yet linen--and there was some gratification in knowing it could not be this.
In order to ascertain what it really was, I inserted my blade through the slits of the rough deal. I felt something like paper; but I could perceive that this was only an outside covering, for immediately under it a hard substance resisted the point of my blade, almost as hard and smooth as marble. By pressing the knife forcibly, however, I could feel that it was not stone, but wood, some kind that was very hard, and that appeared to be polished finely on the surface. When I struck suddenly against it, it gave out an odd echo--a sort of ringing sound, or "tw.a.n.g," but for all this, I could not imagine what it was.
There was no help for it but to cut into the case, and then perhaps I should become better acquainted with the contents.
I followed a plan I had tried already. I selected one of the boards, of which the great case was made, and with my knife cut it across the middle. It was nearly twelve inches in width, and the work occupied me for many long hours. My knife had become as "dull as a beetle," and this added to the difficulty of the task.
The section was completed, at length; and, laying aside the knife, I contrived to draw one end of the cut plank outwards. The s.p.a.ce between the two cases gave me room to move the board upward and downward, till at length the nails at the end were twisted out, and the board fell down along with the others.
The second half was displaced in a similar manner; and I had now made an opening in the great case, large enough to enable me to examine its contents.
There were sheets of paper spread over the surface of something hard and smooth. These I dragged outwards, and laid the surface bare; and then I ran my fingers over it. I perceived that it was some kind of wood, but polished till it was as slippery as gla.s.s. It felt to the touch just like the surface of a mahogany table; and I might have mistaken it for one, but on rapping it with my knuckles, it gave forth that same ringing hollow sound I had already noticed. Striking it with still greater violence, I could hear a prolonged musical vibration, that reminded me of an Eolian harp.
But I had now become aware of the nature of this huge object. It was a _Pianoforte_. I had seen one like it before. One used to stand in the corner of our little parlour, upon which my mother often made most beautiful music. Yes, the object whose broad smooth surface now barred my way, was neither more nor less than a _Piano_.
CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT.
TURNING THE PIANO.
It was with unpleasant feelings I arrived at this knowledge. Beyond doubt, the piano would be a difficult obstacle, if not a complete barrier, to my further progress in that direction. It was evidently one of the grandest of "grand pianos," far larger than the one I remembered to have stood in my mother's cottage parlour. Its upper side, or table, was towards me, for it had been placed upon its edge; and I could tell by the echo given back to my blows that this table was a piece of mahogany of an inch or more in thickness. It appeared, moreover, to consist of one solid board, for I could feel no crack or joining over its whole extent; and to get through this board, therefore, a hole would have to be made by sheer cutting and carving.
With such a tool as I handled, to make a hole big enough to creep through, even had it been common deal, would have been a work of no ordinary magnitude; but through a solid plank of mahogany doubly hardened by a process of staining and polis.h.i.+ng, was a task that appalled me.
Besides, even could I succeed in doing so--even could I cut through the table-top--which, though a severe and tedious labour, would not have been impossible--what then? There were all the inside works to be got out. I knew little of the arrangement of the interior. I only remembered having observed a great many pieces of black and white ivory; and vast numbers of strong wire strings. There were shelves too, and pieces that ran lengthwise, and upright pieces, and then the pedals--all of which would be very difficult to detach from their places. Beyond these, again, there would be a bottom of hard mahogany, to say nothing of the case on the other side, and through these another aperture would have to be made to let me out.
Still, other difficulties stared me in the face. Even should I succeed in getting the works loose, and drawing them out, and disposing of them behind me, would I then find room enough within the sh.e.l.l of the instrument to enable me to cut through its opposite side and also the case, and, still more, to make an entrance into whatever case or box lay beyond? This was a doubtful point, though not very doubtful. It was rather too certain that I could not do so.
Still, I might work upwards once I had cleared out the sh.e.l.l; but the clearing out the sh.e.l.l was of itself the most doubtful point; for that I feared I should not be able to effect at all.
On the whole, the difficulty of this enterprise quite dismayed me; and the more I thought about it, the less inclination I felt to attempt it.
After considering it in all its bearings, I abandoned the idea altogether; and instead of trying to make a breach through the great wall of mahogany, I resolved upon "turning" it.
I was considerably chagrined at being forced into this resolution, the more so that I had lost half a day's labour in hewing through the outside case; and all this, as well as the opening of the end of the cloth-box, now counted for nothing. But it could not be helped. I had no time to spend in idle regrets; and, like a besieging general, I commenced a fresh _reconnaissance_ of the ground, in order to discover what would be my best route to _outflank_ the fortress.
I was still under the belief that it was a bale of linen that lay on the top, and this quite hindered me from thinking of going upward. My attention was turned, therefore, to the right and the left.
I knew that by tunnelling either way I should gain no advantage. It would not bring me an inch nearer the desired goal; and even after I should have made a stage in either direction, I should still be only in the "second tier." This was discouraging enough--more loss of labour and time--but I dreaded that horrid bale of linen!
One advantage I had gained by knocking out the whole end of the cloth-case. I have already said there was a s.p.a.ce of several inches between it and the great _coffin_ that contained the piano. Into this s.p.a.ce I could insert my arm beyond the elbow, and ascertain something about the sort of goods that lay right and left of me.
I did so. I was able to perceive that on each side was a box or case-- both of which, as near as I could guess, were similar to that in which I was--that is, both were cloth-cases. This would do well enough. I had now obtained such practice in breaking open these chests, and rifling them of their contents, that I considered it a mere bagatelle; and I should not have desired anything better than that the cargo had consisted entirely of those goods, for which the West of England has long been so famous.
While groping along the sides of these cases, it occurred to me to raise my hand upward, and just ascertain how far the bale of linen projected over the empty cloth-case. To my astonishment it did not project at all! I say to my astonishment, for those bales I had already examined were as near as possible of the same size as the cases of broadcloth; and as this one wanted quite a foot of being "flush" with the inner end of the case, I concluded I should find it that much over at the other end. But it was not--not an inch over; and therefore, thought I, it must be a smaller package than the others.
While making this reflection something suggested that I should scrutinise the bale more closely. I did so, both with my fingers and the blade of my knife, and was now agreeably surprised to find that it was not a _bale_ at all, but a wooden box. It was covered all over with a soft thick substance--a piece of rush matting--and this it was that had led to my mistake.
The possibility of tunnelling in a vertical direction was now apparent.
I could easily hew off the rush matting and then deal with the box as I had done with the others.
Of course, I thought no longer of taking the roundabout way by the right or the left; but at once changed my intention, and determined to travel upward.
I need hardly describe how I made my entry into this mat-covered box.
Suffice it to say, that I began by cutting one of the lid boards of the empty cloth-case, and then drawing it downwards till I pulled it out.
The open s.p.a.ce by the side of the s.h.i.+p proved an advantage to me while making the cross-section, as it allowed me to ply my blade freely through the planks.
Having succeeded with one board, I was enabled to detach another without any more hewing; and this gave me enough s.p.a.ce to work on the bottom of the covered case.
By dint of cutting and tearing I soon got the rushes out of the way, and then the wood was revealed to my touch; and by this delicate sense I perceived that, like the others, it was a case of common deal.
I only rested a moment before beginning my attack upon it. As it lay twelve inches from the timbers of the s.h.i.+p, one of its angles was quite within my reach; and on running my hand along it, I could feel the heads of the nails, that did not appear to be either numerous or very firmly driven. This gave me satisfaction, and still more was I rejoiced to find that there was no hooping upon it. I should, perhaps, be enabled to prise off one of the boards, and this would save me the long, wearisome task of cutting it crossways.
At the moment this appeared a fortunate circ.u.mstance, and I congratulated myself upon it. Alas! it proved the cause of a sad misfortune, that in five minutes had plunged me once more into the deepest misery.
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