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Nevertheless, they were met promptly by slumber most profound, as they lay wet and weary on the little raft that disastrous night, on the dark and surging breast of the Southern Sea.
To awake âall at seaââin other words, ignorant of oneâs localityâis a rather common experience, but to awaken both at and in the sea, in a similar state of oblivion, is not so common.
It was the fortune of Robin Wright to do so on the first morning after the day of the wreck.
At first, when he opened his eyes, he fancied, from the sound of water in his ears, that it must have come on to rain very heavily, but, being regardless of rain, he tried to fall asleep again. Then he felt as if there must be a leak in his berth somewhere, he was so wet; but, being sleepy, he shut his eyes, and tried to shut his senses against moisture. Not succeeding, he resolved to turn on his other side, but experienced a strange resistance to that effort. Waxing testy, he wrenched himself round, and in so doing kicked out somewhat impatiently. This, of course, woke him up to the real state of the case. It also awoke Slagg, who received the kick on his shins. He, delivering a cry of pain straight into Sam Shiptonâs ear, caused that youth to fling out his fist, which fell on Stumpsâs nose, and thus in rapid succession were the sleepers roused effectually to a full sense of their condition.
âItâs cold,â remarked Stumps, with chattering teeth.
âYou should be thankful that youâre alive to feel the cold, you ungrateful creetur,â said Slagg.
âI am thankful, Jim,â returned the other humbly, as he sought to undo the rope that held him fast; âbut you know a feller can scarcely express thanks orâorâotherwise half asleep, anâ his teeth goinâ like a pair oâ nut-crackers.â
âThe wind is evidently down,â remarked Sam, who had already undone his lashings. âHere, Robin, help me to untie this corner of the sail. I had no idea that sleeping with oneâs side in a pool of water would make one so cold and stiff.â
âIf it had bin a pool, Mr Shipton,â said Slagg, âit wouldnât have made you cold; âcause why? youâd have made it warm. But it was the sea washinâ out and in fresh that kepâ the temperater lowâdâee see?â
âWhat a cargo oâ rheumatiz weâve been a-layinâ in this night for old age,â said Stumps ruefully, as he rubbed his left shoulder.
Throwing off the sail, Sam stood up and looked round, while an exclamation of surprise and pleasure broke from him. The contrast between the night and morning was more than usually striking. Not only had darkness vanished and the wind gone down, but there was a dead calm which had changed the sea into a sheet of undulating glass, and the sun had just risen, flooding the sky with rosy light, and tipping the summit of each swell with gleaming gold. The gentle, noiseless heaving of the long swell, so far from breaking the rest of nature, rather deepened it by suggesting the soft breathings of slumber. There were a few gulls floating each on its own image, as if asleep, and one great albatross soared slowly in the bright sky, as if acting the part of sentinel over the resting sea.
âHow glorious!â exclaimed Robin, as, with flashing eyes, he gazed round the scarce perceptible horizon.
âHow hard to believe,â said Sam, in a low voice, âthat we may have been brought here to die.â
âBut surely you do not think our case so desperate?â said Robin.
âI hope it is not, but it may be so.â
âGod forbid,â responded Robin earnestly.
As he spoke his arm pressed the little bible which he had rescued from the wreck. Thrusting his hand into his bosom he drew it out.
âDarling mother!â he said, âwhen she gave me this she told me to consult it daily, but especially in times of trouble or danger. Iâll look into it now, Sam.â
He opened the book, and, selecting the verse that first met his eye, read: âIn all their affliction he was afflicted, and the angel of his presence saved them; in his love and in his pity he redeemed them; and he bare them and carried them all the days of old.â
âThatâs a grand word for us, isnât it?âfrom Isaiah,â said Robin.
âWell, what do you make of it?â asked Sam, whose religious education had not been attended to as well as that of his friend.
âThat our God is full of love, and pity, and sympathy, so that we have nothing to fear,â said Robin.
âBut surely you canât regard that as a message to us when you know that you turned to it by mere chance,â said Sam.
âI do regard it as a special message to us,â returned Robin with decision.
âAnd what if you had turned up an entirely unsuitable or inapplicable verse?â said Sam.
âThen I should have concluded that God had no special message for us just now, but left us to that general comfort and instruction contained throughout the whole word. When, however, special comfort is sought and found, it seems to me ungrateful to refuse it.â
âBut I donât refuse it, Robin,â returned Sam; âI merely doubt whether it is sent to us or not.â
âWhy, Sam, all the bible was sent to us for comfort and instruction.â
âTrueâtrue. I have not thought much on that subject, Robin, but Iâll try to believe at present that you are right, for we stand much in need of strong hope at all events. Here we are, none of us knows how far from the nearest land, with little food and less water, on a thing that the first stiff breeze may knock to pieces, without shelter and without compass!â
âWithout shelter and compass, Mr Shipton!â said Jim Slagg, who had hitherto listened in silence to the conversation; âwhy, what dâye call this?â (taking hold of the sail). âAinât that shelter enough, and wonât the sun guide us by day and the stars by night. It seems to me that you are too despondinâ, Mr Shipton.â
âDonât âmisterâ me any more, Slagg. It was all very well aboard ship where we had our relative positions, but now we are comrades in distress, and must be on an equal footing.â
âVery good,â replied Slagg, looking round in his comradesâ faces, and raising his voice as if making a speech. âBeinâ equal, as you say, I takes the liberty oâ callinâ a general meetinâ oâ this free andâif I may be allowed the expressionâeasy Republic. Moreover, I move myself into the chair and second the motion, which, nobody objectinâ, is carried unanimously. Gentlemen, the business of this here meetinâ is to appoint a commander to this here ship, anâ what could be more in accordance with the rule oâ threeânot to mention the rules oâ four and common senseâthan a Shipton takinâ command. Whoâs goinâ to make the first reslootion?â
Entering into the spirit of the thing, Robin moved that Samuel Shipton be appointed to command the ship and the party, with the title of captain.
âAnd without pay,â suggested Slagg.
âAnd I move,â said Stumps, who was just beginning to understand the joke, though a little puzzled by the fact that it was done in earnest, âI move that Robin Wright be first leftenant.â
âBrayvo, Stumps!â cried Slagg, âyour intellecâ is growinâ. It onây remains to appoint you shipâs monkey and maid-of-all-workâspecially dirty workâand, then, with a hearty vote oâ thanks to myself for my conduct in the chair, to vacate the same anâ dissolve the meetinâ.â
These matters having been satisfactorily settled, the castaways proceeded to prepare breakfast, and while this was being done the recently appointed captain looked once more anxiously round in the hope of seeing the large raft with their late shipmates on it, but it was not to be seen. Neither raft, ship, nor any other sign of man wos visible on all the glittering sea.
Breakfast was not a tempting meal. The biscuits were, indeed, as good as shipâs biscuits ever are, and when moistened with sea water formed a comparatively pleasant as well as strengthening food; but the barrel of pork was raw; they had no means of cooking it, and had not yet experienced those pangs of hunger which induce men to luxuriate in anything that will allay the craving. They therefore breakfasted chiefly on biscuit, merely making an attempt, with wry faces, to swallow a little pork.
Observing this, Sam said, in a half-jocular manner:â
âNow, my lads, it is quite clear to me that in taking command of this ship, my first duty is to point out the evils that will flow from unrestrained appetite for biscuit;âalso to insist on the cultivation of a love for raw pork. You have no notion how good it is when fairly believed in. Anyhow youâll have to try, for it wonât do to eat up all the biscuit, and have to feed at last on pure pork.â
âI calls it impure pork,â said Slagg; âhowsâ-ever, capting, youâve onây to give the word and we obey. Pârâaps the best wayâll be to put us on allowance.â
This suggestion was at once acted on, and a considerable part of that bright day was spent by Sam and Robin in calculating how much pork should go to a biscuit, so that they should diminish in an equal ratio, and how much of both it would be safe to allow to each man per diem, seeing that they might be many days, perhaps even weeks, at sea. While the âofficersâ were thus engaged, Slagg and his friend Stumps busied themselves in making a mast and yard out of one of the planksâsplit in two for the purposeâand fitting part of their sail to the same.
Evening found them with the work done, a small sail hoisted on the rude mast, the remaining part of the canvas fitted more securely as a covering, and the apportioned meal before them. But the sail hung idly from its yard and flapped gently to and fro as the little ark rose and sank on the swell, for the calm still prevailed and the gorgeous sunset, with its golden clouds and bright blue sky, was so faithfully reflected in the sea, that they seemed to be floating in the centre of a crystal ball which had been dipped in the rainbow.
When night descended, the scene was, if possible, still more impressive, for although the bright colours had vanished, the castaways still floated in the centre of a dark crystal universe, whose unutterable depths were radiant with stars of varied size and hue.
Long they sat and gazed in solemn admiration at the scene, talking in subdued tones of past, present, and future, until their eyes refused to do their office and the heavy lids began to droop. Then, reluctantly, they crept beneath the sail-cloth covering and lay down to rest.
The planks were hard, no doubt, but our castaways were hardy; besides, a few folds of the superfluous portions of the large sail helped to soften the planks here and there.
âNow, boys,â said Slagg, as he settled himself with a long-drawn sigh, âthe onây thing we wants to make us perfectly happy is a submarine telegraph cable âtween this anâ England, to let us say good-night to our friend, ashore, anâ hope they wonât be long in sending out to search for us.â
It is sad to be obliged to record that, Slaggâs companions being already asleep, this tremendous and original piece of pleasantry was literally cast upon the waters, where it probably made no impression whatever on the inhabitants of the slumbering sea.
Events of the most singular description are often prefaced by incidents of
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