Part 13 (1/2)
The opposite sh.o.r.e gained, the black fishermen having landed their pa.s.sengers, plunging into the water, carried out their net in a semicircle, and soon began dragging the ends towards the strand. The mids of course lent a hand, hauling at one end, while some of the negroes took the other, and the rest tumbled about outside, laughing and shouting, and beating the water to frighten their prisoners. In spite of them some fifty or more of the biggest fish, dreading the cauldron or frying-pan, making a bold dash for liberty, fairly leaped over the net, most of them, as they rose three or four feet out of the water, clearing the heads of the negroes, while several sprang right into their faces, capsizing one stout fellow, and making two or three others howl and caper in a way which set the mids.h.i.+pmen roaring with laughter. They had, notwithstanding this, a capital haul, consisting of baracoutas, snappers, gold and silver fish, Spanish mackerel, king-fish, and others.
Tom and Gerald, in their eagerness, rushed into the water to catch hold of some of their prey, when a monster gave a grab at Paddy's fingers, which made him spring back with alarm. The blacks directly after hauled out a shark big enough to have bitten off his arm, if not to have swallowed him. The same afternoon the adventurers got back to their drogher, the overseer having liberally supplied them with as much venison and fish as they could possibly consume. The chart was got out, and a consultation held as to the place they should next visit. Captain Quasho was called in.
”Take my 'vice, gent'men; wind fair for Saba--cur'us place--den call at Saint Kitts--fine oranges dere. See Mount Misery--big craig up to de sky, ten tousand feet high,” (Quasho was a little over the mark), ”and so on to Nevis--lubly isle, and we get back to English Harbour in good time. Yes; I forgot dere one more isle we go see. Me got broder dere.
Only one buckra, ma.s.sa, and him family berry glad see officers; plenty fun, oh yes! Den we stop a day or two and catch fish. Plenty fine fish in dees seas, ma.s.sa. Great big baracouta and glouper--him fifty pound weight; and mauget, and hedgehog, and jew-fish; him wonderful good to eat, fit for de Queen of England,” and Quasho smacked his lips. ”Den dere is de snapper and flatfork, and squerrel and parot-fish, wid just all de colours like de bird; and de abacore, almost as big as de glouper; and, let me see, de doctor--him got lance in de tail, and so him called doctor, ho! ho! and den dere is de king-fish, and de wattee, de kind, de comaree, de convalby, de old wife, de cobbler, de ten pounder, de garr, bolalwe, reay, de shew, and me don't saby how many more.” Quasho here ceased enumerating for want of breath, declaring that he had not mentioned half the delicious and curious fish the buckra officers were sure to catch if they tried; and that he would undertake to procure hooks and lines should they wish it.
Quasho was not disinterested in giving this advice. The drogher was hired by the day, and the longer she was out the more he pocketed. The mids.h.i.+pmen did not reflect on this, and thought his advice good. Old Higson also was in no hurry to get back to the s.h.i.+p to attend to the unpleasant duties of the mate of the lower deck. He was captain for the nonce, and command is sweet, even over a black crew and a set of boisterous youngsters. The anchor was got up, and sail made accordingly for Saba.
A moonlight night on the Caribbean Sea in fine weather is very enjoyable, provided a person does not go to sleep with his eyes gazing at the pale luminary, for if he escapes being moon-stricken he will certainly get a stiff neck or suffer in some other way. The youngsters enjoyed themselves to their hearts' content, and when tired of skylarking with Spider, piped to supper, after which those not on watch turned in. What were the rats, c.o.c.kroaches, and centipedes swarming in the little confined cabin, redolent of tobacco smoke and spirits, to them? Not one-thousandth part as bad as the detestable mosquitoes on the sh.o.r.es of the Barbuda lagoon, they agreed. So some occupied the bunks--regular ovens--others the lockers, and Tom took possession of the cabin-table, the least stifling spot, but tenable only--and that by no human being but a mids.h.i.+pman--in moderate weather. Old Higson took the first watch. Timmins, the master's-a.s.sistant was far too eloquent just then to be trusted, and Norris was to have the middle watch. He at all events was steady. Quasho, however, had taken more Montserrat rum on board than was good for his intellects such as they were, and Higson suspected that he was as likely to steer north as west, or to box the compa.s.s if left in charge. Needham was perfectly sober; he was never otherwise when at sea, for he had a strong head, and took but little liquor. It might be too much to answer for him when the s.h.i.+p was paid off. He preferred sleeping on deck to occupying a locker in the cabin; and of course it would not have done to have sent him to sleep forward with the blacks. He did once put his nose through the fore hatchway, and as quickly withdrew it, coughing and spitting to get rid of the disagreeable odour which ascended from below.
”To my mind, Mr Higson, them n.i.g.g.e.rs are all as drunk as sows,” he said, coming aft, and touching his hat as he spoke. ”Quasho and the whole lot of them have turned in, and are snoring away like gramp.u.s.s.es, except Sambo here at the helm, and he's pretty well two sheets in the wind.”
Higson had not observed this when he came on deck after supper, for Sambo, a big, powerful negro, was keeping the vessel's head the right way, and steering a straight course.
”Well, Sambo, how is it with you?” he asked, to ascertain the condition of the man.
”Me sober as judge,” answered the helmsman, in a husky voice. ”If de oder black fellers for'ard take too mush rum, no fault o' mine. I mate of de _Snapper_, and got character to lose.”
”Take care you don't lose it then, my friend,” said Higson. ”I see how it is. I shall have to put all hands on an allowance, and if you've got any rum stowed away I must have it brought aft or hove overboard. You understand me.”
”Yez, ma.s.sa ossifer, berry right,” answered the black, with a grin.
”You can lie down, Needham, and be ready to keep watch with Mr Norris,”
said Higson. ”If there isn't another n.i.g.g.e.r to relieve Sambo you can take the helm, and as the weather promises to hold fine we shall do very well.”
In less than a minute d.i.c.k was asleep with a sail over his head, and Higson paced the deck till past midnight. He then roused up Needham, and sent him down to call Norris. Tom also awaking sprang on deck. As soon as Higson had turned in, Sambo declared that he could no longer stand at the helm, and Needham taking it the black dived into the forepeak. A growling and chattering sound ascended, but no one appeared. It was evident that the negroes considered the buckra officers competent to manage the vessel, and had resolved to take their ease. At daylight the occupants of the cabin came on deck well-baked.
They talked of heaving-to and bathing, but the fin of a shark appearing above the surface made them change their minds, and they refreshed themselves by heaving buckets of water over each other. The lazy crew had not yet appeared.
”_We'll_ soon make them show themselves,” said Higson; and he, Timmins, and Norris, each taking a bucket full to the brim, hove the contents simultaneously down the forepeak. A chorus of shrieks and shouts instantly followed.
”Oh, ki! what happen! Oh lud--oh lud--we all go to be drowned!”
exclaimed the blacks, as springing from their berths they tried to make their way on deck. Quasho, with eyes only half-open, bolted right against Higson, sending him sprawling on the deck; the next man capsized Timmins, and would have bolted overboard in his fright had not Tom and Gerald caught him and hauled him back. The head of the big mate next appeared, when those below catching him by the legs pulled him down again, on which he began belabouring them with head and fists and heels till one by one they made their escape, leaving him knocking his skull against the deck, under the belief that he had some of them still under him.
”A pretty set of fellows you are!” exclaimed Higson, rising to his feet.
”What would have become of us if we had been caught in a squall and thrown on our beam-ends? No more grog for any of you this cruise-- you'll understand that?”
As soon as the big mate, now the most tipsy of the party, had been got on deck, Higson and Timmins went below, but not a bottle of rum could they find. There were a few cocoa-nuts and gourds in the lockers, and other provisions, but that was all. As the place was horribly unsavoury, they were glad to get on deck again.
”Buckra ossifer no find rum--rum all gone!” said Quasho, with a well-feigned sigh. The other negroes grinned, and the big mate looked highly amused, but said nothing. The fire in the caboose having been lighted, the black skipper acting as cook, the mids.h.i.+pmen sat down to breakfast. Everything now went smoothly enough. Spider afforded a fund of amus.e.m.e.nt. As the wind was aft, it was too hot to do anything else than play with him. The black crew, with the exception of the man at the helm, lay down forward, and were soon fast asleep. When it was time to relieve him, Captain Quasho kicked up one of the sleepers and sent him aft, expediting his movements by a pretty sharp bang on the head with a frying-pan, observing, ”Me know how to keep discipline aboard de _Snapper_, I tink.” Thus the day wore on--luncheon and dinner occupying a good deal of time, for, in spite of the heat, the mids.h.i.+pmen retained their appet.i.tes. The heat increased as the sun rose. If it was hot on deck it was hotter still in the cabin, which the stifling air and the c.o.c.kroaches rendered almost insupportable. Towards evening they came in sight of the curious island of Saba, having the appearance of a high, barren, conical-shaped rock rising directly out of the ocean. As they got nearer, a few huts were seen at the base of the mountain, and in front a flight of steps hewn out of the solid rock leading to the very summit. They ran in and anch.o.r.ed close to the sh.o.r.e in a little cove.
As there was still an hour or more of daylight they agreed to land at once, and explore the place that evening, so that they might sail again next morning. Up the steps they climbed, for it was evident that they must lead somewhere. On reaching the top, what was their surprise to find themselves on the rim of a large circular basin, and looking down on a small town standing in its midst surrounded by vegetable gardens and orchards. The inhabitants received them very cordially not often being troubled by visitors, and offered them the best the island could supply, chiefly vegetables and fish, with the promise of a kid if they would stay till the next day. An unsophisticated race were these Saba islanders. ”The world forgetting--by the world forgot.” As there would be no little risk of breaking their necks should they attempt to descend the steps at night, the adventurers wished their hospitable entertainers good-bye and returned to the sh.o.r.e. It was hot on the top of the hill, it was hot everywhere; so they agreed that it would be as well to sail at once, so as to have a longer time to spend at Saint Kitts and Nevis.
On hailing the _Snapper_, Needham came on sh.o.r.e in the boat. He was in a state of great indignation. A fis.h.i.+ng-boat had come alongside, when Quasho with his mate and crew had gone away in her, carrying with them a number of cocoa-nuts and gourds, which they said were to sell to the people on sh.o.r.e; and they had coolly left word that they should not be back till the next morning. ”On this, sir,” continued d.i.c.k, ”I smelt a rat; and on hunting about in the forepeak, I found a cocoa-nut half full of rum. Thinks I to myself, that's just what they're going to fill the others with; and when they come back they'll be as drunk as they were last night, and we shall have to look after the craft instead of them.”
”The rascals!” exclaimed Higson. ”We'll go and kick them up before they've had time to do that same. What do you say, boys?”
All were ready to accompany him, but Higson insisted that Tom and Gerald and Archy should go on board and wait till he and the rest returned with the runaways. ”You can loose the sails and get ready for weighing as the wind is off-sh.o.r.e. We shan't be long, depend on that,” he said, as he and the rest turned to make their way towards one of the huts, where they hoped to learn what had become of Quasho and his crew.
Needham and the three youngsters returned on board, and busied themselves as they had been directed. The heat was greater than they had yet experienced since they had been in the West Indies, and they were thankful to see the sun set, albeit, in an unusually ruddy glow, hoping that it would be cooler at night. The wind had dropped completely. There was little prospect of putting to sea that night.