Part 18 (1/2)

”I have no doubt about your being a near relative of ours, Peter, and I rejoice to find you one, my dear boy,” he said; ”though why my aunt Margaret Troil did not come back to her husband's relatives after her husband's death I cannot tell.”

”Perhaps she had not the means to make the journey, or my father had gone away to sea, and she was afraid that he might be unable to find her on his return if she left her home; or, now I think of it, I remember my father saying that she died soon after my grandfather was lost, when he himself was a little chap.”

”Well, all is ordered for the best, though we don't see how,” said Mr Troil. ”And now you have come you must stay with us and turn back into a Shetlander. What do you say to my proposal?”

”Oh, do stay with us, Cousin Peter!” exclaimed Maggie, taking my hand and looking up in my face.

”Indeed, I should like very much to do so,” I answered, ”but there is my sister Mary, and I cannot desert her, even though I know that she is well off with Mr Gray.”

”Then Peter must go and fetch her!” exclaimed Maggie. ”Oh, I should so like to have her here! I would love her as a sister.”

”A bright idea of yours, Maggie,” said Mr Troil. ”What do you say to it, Peter? I will furnish you with ample funds, and you can be back here in a month, as I feel very sure that your friend Mr Gray will willingly allow Mary to come.”

I need not say that I gladly accepted my generous relative's proposal, and it was arranged that as soon as I had quite recovered my strength I should go south in the first vessel sailing from Lerwick, accompanied by Jim, who wanted to see his friends, and hoped to be able to work his pa.s.sage both ways, so that he might not be separated from me.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

A DISASTROUS VOYAGE.

I was soon myself again, and ready for the proposed voyage southward.

Accordingly, Mr Troil having received directions from Mr Gray to send the _Good Intent_ to Lerwick to be refitted, Tom and I, bidding farewell, as we hoped, only for a short season to Miss Troil and Maggie, went on board the brig to a.s.sist in carrying her there, intending to proceed by the first vessel sailing after our arrival. Mr Troil sent us a pilot and a good crew to navigate the vessel, and accompanied her himself in his sloop, that he might a.s.sist us if necessary.

The wind was fair and the sea smooth, and thus without accident we arrived in that fine harbour called Bra.s.sa Sound, on the sh.o.r.e of which Lerwick, the capital of the islands, stands. We there found a vessel shortly to sail for Newcastle. Having taken in a cargo of coals, she was thence to proceed to Portsmouth. This so exactly suited our object that Mr Troil at once engaged a pa.s.sage on board her for Jim and me.

After Portsmouth the town appeared small, but the inhabitants have large warm hearts, and were very kind to Jim and me. As he remarked, it is better to have large hearts and live in a small place than small cold hearts and to live in a large place. They seemed never to tire of asking us questions about our voyage in the _Good Intent_, and how we two boys alone managed to rig jury-masts and to keep her afloat.

”By just knowing how to do our work and sticking to it,” answered Jim, to one of our friends.

If we had remained much longer at Lerwick we should have begun to fancy ourselves much more important persons than we really were; but the brig _Nancy_, Captain Gowan, was ready for sea, and wis.h.i.+ng farewell to my kind relative, Mr Troil, who set sail in his s.h.i.+p to return home, we went on board. We soon afterwards got under way with a fair breeze, and before night had left Sumburgh Head, the lofty point which forms the southern end of the Shetland Islands, far astern.

The _Nancy_ was a very different sort of craft from the _Good Intent_.

She was an old ill-found vessel, patched up in an imperfect manner, and scarcely seaworthy. Jim and I agreed that if she were to meet with the bad weather we encountered in our old s.h.i.+p she would go to the bottom or drive ash.o.r.e.

We discovered also before long that Captain Gowan was a very different person from our former captain. He had conducted himself pretty well on sh.o.r.e, so that people spoke of him as a very decent man, but when once at sea he threw off all restraint, abused the crew, quarrelled with the mate, and neglected us, who had been placed under his charge.

Jim, who had to work his pa.s.sage, slept in the fore-peak, but I was berthed aft. I, however, did as much duty as anyone. Jim told me that the men were a rough lot, and that he had never heard worse language in his life. They tried to bully him, but as he was strong enough to hold his own, and never lost his temper, they gave up the attempt. Captain Gowan growled when I came in to dinner the first day, which I knew that I had a right to do, and he asked if every s.h.i.+p-boy was to be turned into a young gentleman because he happened to have saved his life while others lost theirs?

I did not answer him, for I saw an empty bottle on the locker, and another by his side with very little liquor remaining in it. After this I kept out of his way, and got my meals from the cook as best I could.

Jim and I agreed that if the _Nancy_ had not been going direct to Portsmouth, we should do well to leave her at Newcastle, and try to make our way south on board some other vessel. Although we went, I believe, much out of our proper course, we at last entered the Tyne. Soon after we brought up, several curiously-shaped boats, called kreels, came alongside, containing eight tubs, each holding a chaldron; these tubs being hoisted on board, their bottoms were opened and the coals fell into the hold.

The kreels, which were oval in shape, were propelled by a long oar or pole on each side, worked by a man who walked along the gunwale from the bow to the stern, pressing the upper end with his shoulder while the lower touched the ground. Another man stood in the stern with a similar long oar to steer.

The crews were fine hardy fellows, known as kreelmen. I was astonished to hear them call each other bullies, till I found that the term signified ”brothers.” So bully Saunders meant brother Saunders.

Jim and I had had the sense to put on our working clothes, which was fortunate, as before long, with the coal-dust flying about, we were as black as negroes, but as everything and all on board were coloured with the same brush, we did not mind that.

With the help of the kreelmen the _Nancy_ was soon loaded, and we again sailed for the southward. Matters did not improve. The captain, having abstained from liquor while on sh.o.r.e, recompensed himself by taking a double allowance, and became proportionably morose and ill-tempered, never speaking civilly to me, and often pa.s.sing a whole day without exchanging a word with his poor mate; and when he did open his mouth it was to abuse. The brig, though tolerably tight when light, now that she had a full cargo, as soon as a sea got up began to leak considerably, so that each watch had to pump for an hour to keep the water under. Jim and I took our turns without being ordered, but though accustomed to the exercise, it was hard work. When we cried ”Spell ho!” for others to take our places, the captain shouted, ”You began to pump for your own pleasure, now you shall go on for mine, you young rascals!” The men, however, though they at first laughed, having more humanity than the skipper, soon relieved us.