Part 7 (1/2)

”You would scarcely suppose that this glorious illumination of the ocean is caused by countless numbers of minute living creatures,” he observed.

”As the telescope reveals to us some of the wonders of the heavens, so the microscope enables to inspect many of the smallest of created beings.”

”What, Mr Paget, is every spark of light we see a living creature?”

asked May.

”Yes, indeed,” was the answer. ”And probably we see at a time not a thousandth part of the number of those which are floating around.”

The s.h.i.+p all this time had been standing over towards the coast of South America, then to steer parallel with it, till, feeling the influence of the trade winds, she was to keep eastward towards her destination.

Hitherto good progress had been made, and a rapid pa.s.sage was expected; but near the Tropic of Capricorn the wind fell, till a dead calm rested on the ocean; gradually every ripple was (as Mrs Clagget expressed it) smoothed out of the water. The sails hung idly down against the masts, chips of wood thrown overboard floated alongside, the sun struck down with terrific force, the whole sea s.h.i.+ning like a sheet of burnished gold. The pa.s.sengers could no longer bear the heat below; and when they came on deck, and sought whatever shade could be found, they gained but little by the change. Though the sky, after a time, became overcast, and a light steamy mist pervaded the atmosphere, the heat, rather than moderating, increased. Few on board could resist complaining. Night brought no relief. People who had appeared active enough before sat listless about the decks. Books, if open, were unread. The seamen even exhibited the same listlessness as the rest of those on board. Emily and May did their best to keep up their spirits, but their efforts were unavailing. Captain Westerway and Bill Windy were among the few who appeared unaffected. Mr Paget, also exerting himself to the utmost, went about his usual occupations, and endeavoured to revive the spirits of his companions. It was evident, however, that unless a breeze should spring up some evil consequences would too probably ensue. Day after day the s.h.i.+p floated on the gla.s.sy sea, no sail in sight, the only object ever visible beyond her deck being some wandering tropic bird, which might be seen hovering on high, watching with keen sight for its prey.

The surgeon appeared one morning with a grave face, to make his report to the captain. Several of the steerage pa.s.sengers were on the sick list. As the day wore on, others were added to them: some, he feared, were cases of malignant fever. They were removed to a part of the s.h.i.+p screened off to serve as an hospital. Nothing else could be done except to fumigate the ”between-decks,” that operation rather adding to the heat than otherwise. The cabin pa.s.sengers at length became alarmed.

”Oh, dear, what shall we do if there is fever?” exclaimed Mrs Clagget to her young companions. ”We must take care that no one ever comes near us.”

No one was more alarmed than Mr Job Mawson; for, in spite of the heat, he shut himself up in his cabin, and was afraid of coming in contact even with the steward, lest he should have pa.s.sed near any of the sick emigrants. Mr Paget, on the contrary, was more active than ever; he, without hesitation, spent many hours of each day visiting those stricken down by disease, and endeavouring to rouse the spirits of those who had hitherto escaped. Charles Dicey, in spite of Mrs Clagget's warnings, accompanied him, and gave every a.s.sistance in his power to the surgeon.

Day after day others were added to the numbers already suffering from fever. One poor woman, the mother of a family, sank beneath it, and it was a sad spectacle to all on deck as the body, secured in canvas, and heavily weighted, was committed to the deep. The voice of Captain Westerway, generally so firm, trembled as he read the funeral service.

Another and another followed. At last the good captain entreated Mr Paget to perform the painful duty for him. How every one longed for a breeze to carry the fever-stricken s.h.i.+p out of that inhospitable region!

It was supposed that the disease must have been brought on board, and had only now developed itself, as the poor woman who had just died had been ill when she left England.

Emily and May had at first listened to Mrs Clagget's advice, but when so many women and children became ill, they could no longer refrain from a.s.sisting in nursing them. Fearlessly they sat by the side of the sick, reading to the elder ones, and trying to soothe and comfort the younger children. Several children of the first poor woman who had died followed their mother to her watery grave.

Charles at first tried to persuade his sisters that they were not called upon to risk their health.

”Then why do you risk yours, brother?” asked Emily. ”Your life, surely, is as precious as ours. You would get on very well without us, but we should be forlorn creatures indeed if left alone. I am sure we are but doing our duty, and there is One above who will protect us.”

”But I am more hardy than you are,” argued Charles. ”I can go aloft, too, and get any germs of fever which I might have contracted blown away.”

”There is no wind to blow them away,” said Emily, ”and we are not more likely to catch the fever than you are. Let us do our duty, and leave the rest to G.o.d.”

Still, though Charles was not thoroughly convinced, his sisters gained their object. That very day they visited the hospital, nursed the poor children, gave them their medicine and food, and rendered all the a.s.sistance they could to the sick mothers. Charles used to look anxiously at them every morning as they appeared at breakfast, fearful of hearing them complain of illness; but the bloom of health still glowed on their cheeks, and though grave, and sometimes sad when another victim had been added to those already taken off by the disease, they retained their spirits and courage.

”Really, Dicey, you are a brave fellow,” said Jack Ivyleaf one day, while Charles was taking his usual walk on deck for exercise. ”I cannot bring myself to go among those sick people as you do. It's all very well to go forward and amuse them when they are in health, and inclined to be jolly; but to go and sit in the hot, sweltering atmosphere between-decks is quite another thing.”

”Possibly, Mr Ivyleaf, you do not reflect that those poor sick people have immortal souls like ourselves,” observed Mr Paget, who had that instant joined them. ”If we profess to be Christians we should look upon them as brothers in distress, and do our utmost for their souls as well as their bodies.”

”Ah, no, to be sure,” said Jack, keeping his mouth agape, and gazing at Mr Paget. ”I should have thought that sort of work might be left to the parson and doctor.”

”But as we have no parson on board, and the doctor is overworked, does it not strike you that the poor people have a right to our a.s.sistance?”

asked Mr Paget.

”Right! I don't see that they can have any right!” said Jack; ”though it's very kind in you and Dicey to attend to them.” Jack Ivyleaf looked as if he was afraid that his companions wished to enlist him in the service he dreaded, and was evidently trying to make his escape from them.

The captain and first officer were on deck. The latter had been casting an eager look for some time to the north-west.

”We shall have it soon, sir,” he observed, pointing with his hand.

”Turn the hands up, Mr Windy, and trim sails,” said the captain in a cheerful voice. ”See there, gentlemen, those clouds yonder are the pleasantest sight I have seen for many days.” A low bank of clouds could be observed resting on the horizon. It grew higher and higher every instant, while a dark line could be seen extending across the ocean in the same direction. The sea, however, continued as calm as before; around the s.h.i.+p not a ripple could be seen on its surface. The crew, hurrying from below, went to their stations, all eyes being turned in the direction of the approaching clouds. Presently cats'-paws began to play over the mirror-like expanse, and then to disappear; the sails slowly bulged out, and speedily again hung down as listlessly as before against the masts. The dark line grew brighter and brighter; presently the loftier sails swelled out, and the s.h.i.+p began to glide smoothly over the ocean. The joyful news was communicated below, and all who were not in their beds came up on deck. The s.h.i.+p, at length feeling the power of the helm, was put before the wind. The dark line now increased gradually in width, and seemed covered with sparkling foam; a rus.h.i.+ng noise was heard; in another instant almost the aspect of the whole ocean was changed; the sails bulged out steadily; waves, at first but small, danced up astern, and on either side their crests hissing and foaming, while the spray in broad sheets flew off from their summits. Now the stout s.h.i.+p dashed forward, every instant increasing her speed, as if eager to make up for the time lost. On she went, faster and faster, rising to the seas, and plunging into them as they rolled around her.

The lighter sails were taken in. A strong gale was blowing--it was increasing too. The clouds now rapidly gathered in dense ma.s.ses across the sky; the seamen were busy in all directions securing the boats, the spars, and other articles. .h.i.therto left about the deck.