Part 18 (1/2)
I had thus plenty of time to attend to little Nat, who was fast becoming very dear to all of us. We looked forward with regret to the time when he might be sent away to join his friends, should they be found. He had learned to walk the deck in true nautical style; and in his sailor's suit, with his broad-brimmed straw hat, he looked every inch a young seaman. He was generally in capital spirits, apparently forgetting his loss; but if any allusion brought back to his remembrance his father, mother, or Aunt f.a.n.n.y, his brothers and sisters, the tears sprang to his eyes, and he looked grave and sad.
Happily, however, a cheerful word brought him back to his usual mood, and he became as merry as ever.
”Do you know, Harry,” he said to me one day, ”I intend to be a sailor.
I should like to have just such a vessel as this, and cruise about the world that you tell me is round, though I cannot make it out; still, as you say so, I am sure it is.”
I pointed to the top-gallant sails of a vessel on which the sun was s.h.i.+ning brightly,--”Now, watch that sail, and in a short time you will see her topsails, and then her courses, and then the hull. If the world was not round, we should see them all at once, just as clearly as we now see the top-gallant sails.”
As I spoke I took up a large ball of spun yarn, and placing a splinter on it, I advanced the piece of wood gradually until he saw the whole of it. ”Now, this splinter represents that s.h.i.+p,” I said, pointing to it.
”As we also are moving towards her, we shall soon see all her sails and her hull.”
Nat kept watching the s.h.i.+p with intense interest; and although summoned to luncheon, he begged that he might have something brought up to him, so that he could watch her hull come in sight. This in a short time happened, when he clapped his hands and shouted--
”Now I know that the world is round; but I thought it was so very big it could make no difference.”
”Well,” exclaimed d.i.c.k, who had been listening to my remark, ”I never knew before how it was people guessed that the world was round. I saw s.h.i.+ps' sails popping up out of the ocean, but had not any idea how it was, and did not like to ask.”
”There you showed your want of wisdom,” observed papa; ”you should have tried to think the matter out, or inquired.”
The wind continued to favour us, drawing gradually to the westward. We sighted a red light on Kinnaird's Head, which, as we got more to the eastward, changed to a bright colour. Beyond it was Fraserburgh. By hauling our wind we were able to steer for Rathay Head. Near it we caught sight of Inverugie Castle. We gave a wide berth to the head, from which a dangerous reef of rocks run out; for though the ocean was tolerably calm, we could see the water breaking over them.
We were now hoping, as the wind was off sh.o.r.e, to stand due south for Aberdeen, which we were all anxious to see. We had sighted Slaines Castle, standing out solitary and grand on the very edge of the crag, when the wind suddenly backed round to the southward, and in a short time began to blow very hard. Dark clouds, which had been gathering thickly in the horizon to the south-east, came careering on over the blue sky. In spite of the heavy sea which was getting up, we held our course, standing away from the land, intending to tack again when we could to fetch Aberdeen. By the way the Dolphin was tumbling about I could readily understand how we must have appeared to her. d.i.c.k began to show signs of being far from happy, and Nat's cheerfulness entirely left him. Papa sent him down below, and told him to turn in. d.i.c.k, however, braved it out, but grew more and more yellow and woebegone.
”This won't do,” observed papa; ”it's fortunate that we have a port under our lee. Up helm, ease away the main sheet. We'll let the Dolphin know that we are running for Peterhead.”
The Dolphin followed our example; and away we went, careering on before the fast-rising seas. Very glad we were that we had so fine a harbour to run for. The gale blew harder and harder, and the waves looked as if every instant they would engulf us; for we were now exposed to the whole roll of the German Ocean. On sailing in we were struck by the remarkable appearance of the flesh-coloured pinkish rocks, whose needle-shaped points rose up out of the water. We had, however, little time to notice them, ere rus.h.i.+ng by we brought-up in the harbour of Peterhead. Most thankfully we dropped our anchor and furled our sails.
Peterhead appeared to be a bustling place. A number of merchant vessels, coasters, and fis.h.i.+ng-boats were at anchor. As the days were long, we hoped the gale would blow itself out before the next morning.
Directly we had dined we set off on foot to visit a curious cavern called the ”Bullers of Buchan.” After walking for about two hours we found ourselves on the top of a cliff, from whence we looked down into an immense cauldron some fifty feet in diameter, open at the bottom to the sea, which was rus.h.i.+ng in, and whirling round and round in foaming ma.s.ses. We went round it, between the cauldron and the sea, where the ledge, with the foaming whirlpool on one side and the perpendicular cliffs on the other, was sufficiently narrow to make us feel the necessity of keeping our eyes open. On the west side, or the furthest from the ocean, we observed that the water rushed under an arch. A person told us that in fine weather a boat could pa.s.s under this arch, though at present one would have been immediately dashed to pieces. The whole cliff was completely perforated by caverns. ”Buller,” I should have said, means the ”boiler.” Having watched it until our ears were wellnigh deafened by the roar, and our eyes dizzy from gazing at the seething whirlpool, we hastened on to get a sight of Slaines Castle, which we had seen from the sea. As we viewed it from a distance, the walls appeared to be a continuation of the cliff on the summit of which it stands. It is a large quadrangular building, without a tree in the neighbourhood. It had a somewhat gloomy aspect under the dark sky when we saw it. The property belonged, till lately, to the Earl of Errol, whose nearest neighbour to the eastward was, as d.i.c.k said, ”Hamlet's Ghost,” or the Castle of Elsinore, which stands on the sh.o.r.es of the Skagerack.
We had spent a longer time in visiting the castle than we had intended, and had only got a short distance back when we were overtaken by the gloom of evening. The wind was blowing dead on sh.o.r.e, and a tremendous sea running. We were casting our eyes over the German Ocean, when we saw what we took to be a brig, with her mainmast gone, and several of her sails blown away, evidently steering for Peterhead. Unable to keep close to the wind, she was drifting every instant nearer and nearer the sh.o.r.e.
”I fear she'll not weather that point,” observed papa; ”and if she comes on sh.o.r.e, there'll be little chance for any of her people, as no lifeboat could get near her.”
We had pa.s.sed a Coastguard station a little way to the northward. Uncle Tom volunteered to hurry on, and I accompanied him--in case the people there should not have observed the brig--to give them notice of the danger she was in; that, should she strike, they might be ready to render a.s.sistance with their rocket apparatus.
It was now quite dark, and we had great difficulty in making our way; there was a risk of finding ourselves at the edge of some chasm, down which we might fall. The distance seemed very long, and I thought we must have missed the Coastguard station, which was situated at the edge of the cliffs. At length, however, we saw a light gleaming from a window, and arrived at the wall which enclosed the house where the lieutenant and his men lived. We found them on the alert. Two had just gone off for some horses to drag the waggon in which the rocket apparatus was to be carried, as one of the men stationed to the southward had seen the brig and reported her danger.
In the waggon were already placed the rocket tube, with three rocket lines, several rockets, three spars to form a triangle, an anchor, lantern, spades, and pickaxes, some signal rockets, a rope ladder, and a sling life-buoy, with what are called ”petticoat breeches” fastened to it, in which a person can be placed.
There were also a strong hawser and a whip or fine rope, by which the sling life-buoy was to be drawn backwards and forwards from the wreck to the sh.o.r.e. By the time these were got into the waggon a couple of horses had arrived, and a party of men immediately set off with the waggon.
The lieutenant conducted us back by the way we had come; as he knew every inch of the ground, we had no fear now of falling over the cliff.
We had not gone far before we saw a rocket thrown up about a mile to the southward.
”It is as I feared,” said the lieutenant; ”the brig has gone ash.o.r.e, and that rocket, fired by one of my men, shows the spot where she has struck. There is no time to lose, for in all probability she will not hold together long.”
The signal made us hasten on even faster than before.
”There she is! there she is!” cried the lieutenant, just as we reached the summit of a cliff.