Part 3 (1/2)
”Shure it does me eyes good to see yureself,” said the new arrival, in a rich Irish brogue. ”Me papers air all right, so we'll have no trouble.
O'ive just called in to get a bit av fresh wather, an' if the Lord's willin' somethin' a little stronger.”
”You're always welcome,” responded the officer, ”even if you do neglect to get your clearances. You know there is no love lost between you and the custom house.”
The schooner captain way a stout, thickset man with a face bronzed to the color of mahogany and a head of hair as red as a Pittsburgh furnace at midnight. His blue eyes sparkled with good nature and merriment, and a continual smile hovered over his ma.s.sive mouth. After several hearty greetings to acquaintances on the landing, the captain proceeded to the warehouse of the merchant, where Mr. C. soon afterward introduced Paul to the jolly old sea dog. When Captain Balbo learned that Paul had come down after seash.e.l.ls and curiosities, he was delighted and invited the boy to come aboard.
”O'im in the same line meself. But instead of lookin' afther dirthy, bad-smellin' sea sh.e.l.ls, it's afther the sh.e.l.ls of ould Vessels Oi am.”
Paul gladly promised to go aboard that afternoon. The captain purchased a supply of provisions and made arrangements for his casks of fresh water and ”stronger stuff,” but in vain Mr. C. entreated him to remain over and take dinner with himself and Paul. The captain declared he could ”fill himself up at the hotel with more liberty and less embarra.s.sment.” Mr. C. told Paid that Captain Balbo was a good natured old wrecker and treasure hunter, well-known in all the West India Islands. Late that afternoon Paul rowed out to the schooner, and received an enthusiastic welcome from the captain, who had evidently been enjoying himself ”without restraint or embarra.s.sment.” He took Paul into a roomy cabin, and introduced him to his wife, a Very obese yellow woman, who was reclining on a sofa. The woman was undoubtedly of negro blood; but to Paul's profound astonishment, she had as fine a brogue as her husband. After some conversation Paul ventured to ask the captain how this happened. The latter laughed heartily and answered:
”Me wife wuz born far enough away from dear ould Ireland. Oi'll tell ye how it wuz. Many years ago a parthy of immygrants left county Kerry for Na.s.sau, New Providence oisland. Their s.h.i.+p wuz driven far out av her way in a sthorm an' wrecked on a small oisland in Flamingo Bay. A few av thoze thet survived, settled on the oisland, an' soon had foine homes on its fertile soil. They found only a few nager inhabitants, an' shure they tuk thim fur servants. Me parents were among the survivors from the s.h.i.+p an' Oi wuz born about a year afther the wreck. As toime went on, the nagers gradually acquired the accent of their masthers. Whin Oi grow up Oi s.h.i.+pped on a tradin' schooner in which we wus cast away near Na.s.sau. There Oi joined an English s.h.i.+p; n' fur foive years put in the loife av a sailor forninst the mast. Me heart always longed fur the sunlit, happy oisland an' me people an' at lasht Oi got back there, an'
there Oi married Betsy thet ye will see on her beam ends on the sofia.
Soon afther, in company with others, Oi bought fur a trifle, a schooner that wuz wrecked on the Keys. Afther hard wuerk we got her afloat, an'
re-masted. We did good wuerk in her as a wrecker. Wan be wan Oi bought me comrades out, until to-day Oi am masther av the good little craft that's under yez. Me wife is always the companion av me voyages. Ehen she has the will to shake hersel', she can put more weight on a rope then the balance av the crew. An' there's not a cook in the gay city of Paris that equal her. Me business is tradin' and wreckin.' Mr. C. tould me that ye had submarine armour an' some improved dredgin' appyratus.
Now Oi know where both will be useful to ye an' to me. There's many a wreck that Oi know, that's out av me reach wid the appliances Oi have.
Wid your appyratus we can get treasure in abundance.”
His stories of wrecks and treasures were of deep interest to Paul.
Gladly would he have joined the captain, but his father owned the submarine armour and apparatus and he felt that he ought to consult him first. But he promised to answer Captain Balbo later on. A was about to leave the schooner, he remarked, ”Your good lady sleeps very soundly, but she is very fat.”
”That fat, me b'y,” responded Balbo, ”is av great valey to me. The English law makes us to give wan fourth av all treasure trove; but it's devilish little they find on board the 'Foam' afther me wife lands.
They ofthen remark to me, that it's queer how fat Betsy is whin she goes ash.o.r.e an' how much flesh she loses afther a short sojourn. Now, me b'y, Oi'll meet ye to-morrow. Oi loike ye an' Oi hope ye'll jine me.
Ye'll niver regret the day ye do. An' now ye black devils,” he said, turning to the boat's crew, ”set this young gintleman safe ash.o.r.e, er be the port bow av Noah's ark. Oi'll break ivery bone in yer black shkins. Good night, G.o.d bless ye, me son,” was shouted over the dark waters as the boat shot away to the landing.
That night Paul entertained Mr. C. with an account of his visit to the ”Foam” and his interview with the captain. Mr. C. a.s.sured Paul that Balbo was reliable and thoroughly honest in his dealings. At the same time he strongly advised him to take pa.s.sage in the brig that had just arrived in the offing bound for New York and consult his father before embarking in the enterprise proposed by the wrecker. The next day Mr.
C., the captain and Paul dined together. Paul promised the captain, that if he would consent to his gathering curiosities during the voyages they would make together and give him a share of all treasure recovered, he would lay the matter before his father on his arrival in New York.
If Mr. Boyton consented he would join him in Na.s.sau, with all the improved apparatus he could secure for the business. The form of agreement was drawn up and a bargain concluded subject to the approval of Paul's father. Three days later Paul sailed for New York on the brig Saco, and after a quiet voyage arrived safely at home once more. The collection of curios he had with him and the previous s.h.i.+pments he had made convinced his father that in no other position would Paul be so valuable to him. He was delighted with his success and allowed him a liberal sum for his labors. Paul was glad to be with his family once more and proved to his much loved mother that he had not forgotten her in all his wanderings as he had a splendid collection of the richest, rarest and most beautiful specimens he had gathered during his voyage as a present for her. The liberal supply of money obtained from his father's generosity was recklessly divided between his sisters. A few days after reaching home, he broached the subject of Captain Balbo's proposition to his father. Mr. Boyton did not like the idea of wrecking or treasure hunting, but he was perfectly content that Paul should join the captain for the purpose of collecting curiosities, and was willing to supply him with money and all the improved apparatus required for that purpose. Paul promised his father that the outlay would be applied according to his directions; but made the firm resolve to himself that he would tackle the treasure s.h.i.+ps mentioned to him by Balbo.
CHAPTER IV.
A month after he reached home, young Boyton started again for Na.s.sau where had sent several letters to the captain of the ”Foam” informing him as to when he might be expected to arrive. He sailed on a trading schooner, and when they entered the harbor at Na.s.sau, he was glad to find the ”Foam” at anchor there. As the schooner glided past the ”Foam,”
Paul loudly hailed her. Captain Balbo protruded his red head through the gangway. When he recognized Paul, he greeted, him with a burst of semi-nautical and semi-scriptural eloquence and shouted: ”Oi'll sind a boat afther ye. Come aboard quick as ye can.”
As Paul could not leave the schooner without first having his effects pa.s.sed through the Custom House, the captain himself came ash.o.r.e. He nearly dislocated Paul's arm with his vigorous hand shaking and said that he had been waiting at Na.s.sau a week for him. The apparatus being duly pa.s.sed, all embarked in the captain's yawl and were speedily conveyed aboard the ”Foam.” There he received the same warm welcome from the captain's good natured wife, who had a neat little cabin prepared for him. After supper the captain and Paul had a long talk on deck where they sat smoking cigars under the brilliant starlight. Paul described fully his father objection to his embarking in the wrecking business, though he was willing to enter into the arrangements, providing his share would be the sh.e.l.ls and curiosities, which the captain regarded as so much trash.
”Now, Paul, me b'y,” said Balbo, after listening intently to his proposition; ”Oi'm an old man an' Oi consider meself an honest wan. Ye can have all the sh.e.l.ls an' other things ye consider curiosities that we pick up; but ye must also have share in anything valuable we recover, an' ye can depind on me to give you a shquare dale. As fur that paper Mr. C. drew up, there is no occasion fur it. Oi'm not fond o' papers av ony koind fur Oi've always had more or less throuble wid im. Oi give ye me wurrd an' Oi've yure wurrd an' that is sufficient. The paper can go to the shaarks where it belongs.”
He then descended into the cabin and returned with the paper they had signed, which he tore in two and cast into the sea. The next morning the Captain and Paul went ash.o.r.e for the clearance papers and that afternoon anchor was weighed and the ”Foam” stood away for the south. Island after island was visited in the Great Bahama group. Many wrecks well known to the captain were visited and worked successfully.
Anchors, chains, windla.s.ses, etc., were found in abundance until the ”Foam” was well loaded and sail was made for Kingston, Jamaica. Off Morant Point they picked up a negro pilot in his little canoe far out at sea. The pilot wore a pair of blue pants, white s.h.i.+rt and stove-pipe hat, given him no doubt by some pa.s.senger or captain of a merchantman.
He gravely saluted all on deck as he pa.s.sed his bare feet over the bulwarks and turning to the captain said in the peculiar dialect of the Jamaica negro: