Shifting Winds: A Tough Yarn Part 41

Meanwhile the middy continued to question Gaff.

"What! d'ye mean to say you've been five years here--all alone?"

"Ay, all but a few days," said Gaff, looking round on the men with a bewildered air. "How strange yer voices sound! Seems as if I'd a'most forgotten what men are like!"

"Well, you _are_ a queer fish," said the boy with a laugh. "Are there no more here but you two?"

"No more; just Billy and me--also Squeaky and Shrieky."

Gaff said this quite gravely, for nothing was farther from his thoughts at that time than jesting.

"And pray, who may Squeaky and Shrieky be?"

"Squeaky's a pig, and Shrieky's a little parrot."

"Well," observed the middy with a laugh, "that's better than no company at all."

"Yours is an English man-o'-war, I think?" said Gaff.

"You're right, old fellow; she's the `Blazer,' 74, Captain Evans, bound for England. Took a run farther south than usual after a piratical-looking craft, but missed her. Gave up the chase, and came to this island to get water. Little thought we should find _you_ on it.

Astonish the captain rather when we go back. Of course you'll want us to take you home. Will you go off with me at once?"

Gaff and Billy hesitated, and both looked back with a strange mixture of feelings at their island-home.

"Oh, we won't hurry you," said the boy, with a kindly and patronising air; "if there are any traps you want to pack up, we'll wait for you.

It'll take us some time to get the breakers filled. Can you show me a good spring?"

"Ay, an' we can show you a hot one," cried Billy, with a smile. "But come up to the cave with us and have some grub."

The mids.h.i.+pman expressed his readiness to comply, and ordered one of the men to stay and watch the boat.

"You needn't leave any one with the boat," said Gaff; "there's n.o.body here to touch it."

"Nevertheless I will leave a guard. Now, then show us the way."

It is needless to describe the surprise of the sailors at everything they saw and heard; and the mixed feelings that agitated the b.r.e.a.s.t.s of Gaff and his son--anxiety to return to England, with regret to quit the cavern home where they had spent so many quiet and comparatively happy years.

Suffice it to say that they, and the few things they possessed, were speedily transferred to the "Blazer," on board of which they received the most considerate attention and kindness. And you may be sure, reader, that Billy did not forget to take the pig and the parroquet along with him.

Fair winds sprang up, and for many weeks the "Blazer" bowled along steadily on her course. It seemed as if the elements had agreed to be favourable, and expedite the return of the exiles. But this state of things did not last.

Towards the end of the voyage fogs and gales prevailed, and the "Blazer"

was driven considerably out of her course to the northward, insomuch that she finally made the land on the north-western coast of Scotland.

This induced the captain to run through the Pentland Firth, after pa.s.sing through which they were beset by calms.

One day a small steamer pa.s.sed close alongside the "Blazer."

"That's an Aberdeen steamer," said the captain; "would you like to be put on board, Gaff?"

Gaff said that he would, as it was probable he should reach home sooner by her than if he were to accompany the "Blazer" to London.

Accordingly the steamer was signalled, and Gaff and Billy were put on board.

Scarcely had this been done when a stiff easterly gale set in, and before morning a heavy sea was running, before which the steamer rolled heavily.

It seemed as if Gaff and his son were doomed to be drowned, for disaster by sea followed them wherever they went. At last, however, the morning broke bright and clear, and the wind abated, though the sea was still running very high.

That forenoon the steamer sighted the coast of Aberdeens.h.i.+re and the tall column of the Girdle-ness lighthouse came into view.

"We'll be home soon now, daddy," said Billy, as they walked the quarter-deck together.

"P'raps, but we an't there yet," said Gaff; "an' I never count my chickens before they are hatched."

Gaff and his son no longer wore the rough skin garments which had clothed them while in their island-home. They had been rigged out in man-o'-war habiliments by the kindness of those on board the "Blazer,"

but they had steadily refused to permit the barber to operate upon them, and still wore their locks s.h.a.ggy and long. They were, perhaps, as fine specimens of a hardy and powerful man and boy as could be found anywhere; for Gaff, although past his prime, was not a whit less vigorous and athletic than he had been in days of yore, though a little less supple; and Billy, owing probably to his hardy and healthy style of life on the island, was unusually broad and manly for his age.

In a few hours the steamer made the harbour of Aberdeen. The pa.s.sengers, who had been very busy all the morning in packing up the things they had used on the voyage, were now a.s.sembled in groups along the side of the vessel trying to make out objects on sh.o.r.e. The captain stood on the bridge between the paddles giving directions to the steersman, and everything gave promise of a speedy and happy landing.

A heavy sea, however, was still running, filling the bay to the northward of the harbour with foaming breakers, while the pier-head was engulfed in clouds of spray as each billow rolled past it and fell in thunder on the bar.

Every one on board looked on with interest; but on that clear bright day, no one thought of danger.

Just as the steamer came close up to the bar, a heavy sea struck her on the port bow, driving her a little too near the pier. The captain shouted to the steersman, but the man either did not understand him, or did not act with sufficient prompt.i.tude, for the next wave sent them cras.h.i.+ng on the portion of bulwark or breakwater that juts out from the head of the Aberdeen pier.

The consternation and confusion that ensued is beyond description. The women screamed, the men shouted. The captain ordered the engines to be reversed, and this was done at once, but the force of the next billow was too great. It lifted the vessel up and let her fall heavily again on the pier, where she lay hard and fast with her back broken. Another wave lifted her; the two halves of the vessel separated and sank on each side of the pier, leaving the pa.s.sengers and crew in the waves.

It would be difficult to say whether the shouts of the mult.i.tudes who stood on the pier-head or the shrieks of the wrecked people were loudest.

Instantly every exertion was made to save them. Boats were launched, ropes were thrown, buoys were cast into the sea, and many of the people were saved, but many were also drowned before a.s.sistance reached them.

Gaff and Billy, being expert swimmers, seized the persons nearest to them, and took them safe to the pier, where ready hands were stretched out to grasp them. The former saved a lady, the latter a little girl.

Then they plunged back into the sea, and saved two more lives.

While this was going on, several of the pa.s.sengers were swept round into the bay, where they would have perished but for the prompt and able a.s.sistance of a man who was known as "The Rescue."

This man was so named because he undertook the dangerous and trying duty of watching the bathers during the summer months, and rescuing such of them as got out of their depth.

In this arduous work that heroic man had, during five years of service, saved with his own hands between thirty and forty lives--in some cases with a boat, but in most cases by simply swimming out and seizing the drowning persons, and without using corks or floats of any kind. When asked why he did not use a lifebelt, he said that it would only impede his motions and prevent him from diving, which he was often compelled to do when the drowning persons had sunk. His usual method was to swim off when there was a shout for help, and make for the struggling man or boy so as to come up behind him. He then seized him under the armpits, and thus effectually prevented him from grasping him in any way. Drawing him gently upon his breast while he lay over on his back, he then made for the sh.o.r.e, swimming on his back and using his feet only.

On the present occasion the "Rescue" saved four or five of those who were washed into the bay, and then ran out to the end of the pier to render a.s.sistance there.

In height he was not above the middle size, but he had a very muscular and well-knit frame. Just as he drew near, Gaff, who was bearing a little boy through the surf in his arms, was hurled against the stones of the pier, rendered insensible, and sucked back by the retreating water. Billy was farther out at the moment, and did not see what had occurred.

The shout of alarm from those in front of the crowd was almost immediately answered by a cry from behind of:

"The Rescue! The Rescue! This way!"

Without checking his speed, the Rescue sprang into the sea, caught Gaff by the hair of the head, and was next moment hurled on the breakwater.

He was prepared for the shock, and caught the hands of two men, who, with ropes round their waists, waded into the water as far as they dared. Billy was washed ash.o.r.e at the same moment, almost in a state of helpless exhaustion, and all were hauled out of the sea amid the wild cheers of the excited crowd.