Part 7 (2/2)
Mr Nugent seized his hat and stick, and the boys prepared to follow him.
”Stay, we will take a brandy-flask, and any rope to be had--a long pole may be useful.”
These articles being quickly found, the boys carrying them, they hurried out to the beach.
Not the eighth of a mile from the sh.o.r.e was a dismasted vessel, rolling and tumbling about in the most fearful manner. The crew were trying to get up jury-masts, or sheers rather, which are formed of two spars, the b.u.t.t ends resting against the sides of the s.h.i.+p, and the others joined together. The sheers were got up, and then an endeavour was made to hoist a sail on them, to beat the s.h.i.+p off the sh.o.r.e. It was utterly useless. The sail was blown to ribbons, and the sheers blown away. The last resource was to anchor. This was done, and the s.h.i.+p rode head to wind, plunging, however, even more violently than before. Toby Tubb just then joined Mr Nugent and his pupils.
”There's no use in it. There's no ground here will hold an anchor ten minutes together.” His prediction proved too true. On drove the hapless s.h.i.+p. She had parted from her anchors, no human power could avert the expected catastrophe. The only hope that any of those on board could be saved, would be that the s.h.i.+p might drive into the sandy cove in which they were standing. If she struck on the dark ledges of rock outside, not a person on board, it was thought, could be saved.
The sea was breaking with tremendous violence over them, creating sheets of foam, which were driven towards the sh.o.r.e, almost blinding the lookers-on.
Digby thought he could almost hear the shrieks of the unfortunate people on board. He could see them, clearly, throwing up their arms, as if imploring aid from their fellow-men, who were utterly unable to afford it.
”Could no boat go off to them?” asked Mr Nugent, eagerly.
”No, sir, no boat would live a second in that sea, alongside those rocks,” answered Toby; ”what men can do we will do, when the time comes; more is unpossible.”
”I have a rope and some poles, you see,” said Mr Nugent; ”they may be useful.”
”So have I, sir, but two ropes may be better than one,” was Toby's reply. ”Now, lads, be ready to do what I tells you; follow me.”
He addressed a party of seamen and fishermen, not all very young though, who were standing near with their hands in their pockets, exhibiting, apparently, very little interest in what was going forward. The ill-fated s.h.i.+p rose on the top of the huge waves which rolled onward towards the sh.o.r.e. Now it appeared that she would be engulphed between them. No further effort was made on board to save her. Such would have been hopeless. Each person was intent on making preparations for his own safety. Digby gazed with horror; he felt inclined to shriek out himself, as he saw the danger of the poor fellows on board. He would gladly have run away and forgotten all about it, but yet he could not tear himself from the spot, or his eyes from the driving s.h.i.+p. A few minutes more, and her fate would be sealed.
”Follow me, lads,” suddenly exclaimed old Toby, and led the way towards a ledge of rocks which jutted out into the sea, and formed one side of the bay of which I have spoken.
In a moment the fishermen had their hands out of their pockets, and were all life and activity. Carrying some long spars and several coils of rope, they hurried after Toby to the end of the reef. Toby was seen to stop. Digby and his companions held their breath--well they might. It seemed as if the s.h.i.+p must strike the very end of that black reef, over which the sea was breaking with violence so fearful that it must have shattered to fragments the stoutest s.h.i.+p that ever floated. On she came; there was a pause it seemed; a cross-sea struck her, and amidst a deluge of foam she was hurled past the point, and driven in towards the bay. Another sea lifted her up, and then down she came on the beach, still far out among the breakers, with a tremendous crash, which seemed to shake the very sh.o.r.e. Now was the moment of greatest peril to those on board--the seas meeting with a resistance they had not hitherto found, dashed furiously over the hull, carrying away the bulwarks, and the boats, and caboose, and everything still remaining on deck. The crew clung to ropes made fast to the stumps of the masts, or to ring-bolts in the decks, but the strength of many of them could not withstand the fury of the seas. One after the other was torn from his hold, and hurled among the boiling breakers. In vain the poor fellows struck out; the receding waves dashed them against the side of the s.h.i.+p, or carried them struggling hopelessly far out to sea, where they were lost to sight among the foam.
While this was going forward, Toby and his companions were trying every means they could think of to get a rope carried to the wreck.
Unfortunately they were unprovided with Captain Manby's apparatus, or any other contrivance for throwing a shot with a line attached to it over a wreck, so that by the line a hawser might be hauled on sh.o.r.e.
There were none of those excellent inventions--life-boats--in the neighbourhood, which are now, happily, stationed all along the British coast, and have been the means of saving the lives of numbers of human beings; even the coastguard officer and most of his men had gone that morning to a distance. Toby had, therefore, to trust to his own resources. The crew seemed utterly unable to make any effort to save themselves; indeed they saw that should they let go their hold, any moment they might be washed overboard and drowned. Toby had got a small keg, to which he fastened a line, and seemed to hope that it might be carried out by the receding wave towards the wreck, but though it went some way, another wave came in before it got far enough to be of any use, and sent it rolling back again with a coil of seaweed, mixed with sand and foam, on the beach. Toby next fastened a rope round his own waist, and seemed to contemplate the possibility of swimming off himself to the wreck, but the men round him held him back, persuading him that the risk was too great. He stood, evidently seeing that there was very little chance of success. Now another huge wave came foaming up. The crew turned their heads with a gaze of horror and alarm as they watched its approach. On it came, roaring loudly. All on board grasped with a gripe, in which the force of every sinew and muscle was exerted to the utmost, the masts and ropes to which they were holding. The wave struck the s.h.i.+p, shaking her huge hull to the keel, and driving her still further on the beach. One poor fellow must have had a less secure gripe than the rest, or else its fury must have been concentrated on him. It tore him from his hold, lifted him up, and as it pa.s.sed over, he was seen struggling in the water. He struck out boldly. Now the roaring hissing sea carried him onward, then back again, now a side wave took him and drove him in the direction of the spot where Toby and his companions were standing. Toby signed to the men to hold the rope, and plunging in amid the foam, struck out towards the struggling seaman.
Now they were separated, now they were brought nearer together. Now it seemed as if the stranger would be carried out, as had been the others, by the receding wave. But the brave fellow still struggled on. It was too evident, however, that his efforts were growing weaker and weaker.
Toby sung out to him to encourage him to persevere. Toby got close to him, but just then a hissing wave went rolling back, the stranger threw up his arms in despair, and was buried beneath the foam. Toby darted forward and disappeared beneath the water.
”Oh, he is gone, he is drowned, our poor Toby!” exclaimed Digby, giving way to his feelings.
But Toby had only dived, and the next instant appeared grasping the body of the seaman, but was being carried at a fearful rate out to sea. His friends on sh.o.r.e hauled in, however, gently on the rope, and gradually drew him and the seaman towards them. Still, Toby had much to contend with; the sea tumbled about and broke wildly around him, and now the water would make a rush in one direction and then in another, rendering swimming almost impossible. At length the rocks were reached. Several of the fishermen who had fastened ropes to their waists, rushed into the sea to his a.s.sistance, and at length he and the nearly drowned man were hauled up on the rocks.
”Bravo! excellent, brave fellow!” exclaimed Mr Nugent, enthusiastically, ”thank heaven, too, that the poor man is saved.”
Digby shouted with delight. ”Oh, Toby is a grand fellow!” he exclaimed; in which sentiment he was joined by his fellow-pupils.
Meantime, Mr Nugent hurried off to be of a.s.sistance, if required, to the rescued man.
The escape of one of their s.h.i.+pmates seemed to give courage to the other people on board. Another man leaped off the wreck with a line, and boldly struck out for the rocks. Toby, notwithstanding his previous exertions, dashed into the sea to meet him, but whether or not he would succeed appeared very doubtful.
Meantime, another sea came rolling over the wreck. Directly afterwards, two human forms were seen struggling in the waves. Sometimes the sea carried them so close to the beach, that it seemed as if they could almost touch the sand with their feet; then out they were carried once more, and it appeared that they would be lost altogether. This was the more sad as Toby and the man, who had jumped off the wreck with the line, had almost succeeded in establis.h.i.+ng a communication between it and the sh.o.r.e. One of the people got so close to them that they could see his features. He was evidently a lad, not so old as Marshall.
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