Courage True Hearts: Sailing in Search of Fortune, Page 2

  CHAPTER II.--HURRAH FOR "MERRIE ENGLAND"!

  Neither Duncan nor Conal was a bad sailor, for, their father's estatebeing near the western sea, many a long summer's day they spent in openboats, and they sometimes went out with the herring-fishers and wereheard of no more for clays.

  But this was to be a voyage of more than ordinary rigours, for, as badluck would have it, a gale of wind arose, with tremendous seas, soonafter they passed Berwick.

  The waves made a clean breach over the unfortunate ship, and atmidnight, when the storm was at its worst, the boys were suddenlyawakened by the strange rolling motion of the steamer, and they knew atonce that some terrible accident had happened.

  The engines had stopped, for the shaft was broken; and high over theroaring of the terrible wind they could hear the captain shouting:

  "All hands on deck!"

  "Hands make sail!"

  It was but little sail she could carry, indeed, and that onlyfore-and-afters, jib and stay-sails.

  The boys had a cabin all to themselves, and the companionship of honestViking, the Newfoundland. The poor dog did not know what to make of hissituation. If he thought at all, and no doubt dogs do think, he musthave wondered why his masters should have forsaken their beautiful home,their wanderings over the hills still clad in crimson heather, orthrough the forests deep and dark, for a life like this; but to thelower animals the ways of mankind are inscrutable, just as those of ahigher power are to us. We are gods to the pets we cherish, and theyare content to believe in and trust us, never doubting that all is forthe best. Alas! we ourselves hardly put the same trust in the good Godwho made us, and cares for us, as our innocent dogs do in those who ownthem.

  "Well, Conal," said Duncan, "this is, indeed, a wild night. I wonder ifwe are going to Davie Jones's locker, as sailors call it?"

  "I don't think so. The captain is a long-headed fellow. I guess heknows what he is up to."

  "I shall light the candles anyhow. I don't like to lie awake in thedark. Do you?"

  "Not much. If I was to be drowned I think I would like it to come offin good daylight."

  After a scramble, during which he was pitched three times on the deck,once right on top of the dog, Duncan succeeded in lighting the candles.

  These were hung in gimbals, so that the motion of the ship did notaffect them.

  It was more cheerful now; so, having little desire to go to sleep,knowing that the ship must really be in danger, they lay and talked toeach other. Talked of home, of course, but more about the great andwondrous city of London, which, if God spared the ship, they soon shouldsee.

  Presently a bigger wave than any that had come before it struck theship, and seemed to heel her over right on her beam-ends, so that Duncanalmost tumbled out of his berth.

  A deep silence followed, broken only by the rush of water into the boys'cabin.

  Viking sprang right into Conal's berth, and crouched, shaking andquivering in terror, at his feet.

  There was half a foot of water on the cabin deck.

  The worst seemed to be over, however, for presently sail was got on her,and though the wind continued to rave and howl through the rigging, shewas on a more even keel and much steadier.

  Presently the captain himself had a peep into the lads' state-room.

  He had a bronzed but cheerful face, and was clad in oil-skins from hissou'-wester hat to his boots.

  "Not afraid, are you, boys? No? Well, that's right. We have brokendown, and it will be many days before we get into London; but we'llmanage all right, and I think the wind is just a little easier already."

  "So we won't go to Davie Jones's to-night, will we, captain?"

  "Not if I know it, lad. Now, my advice is this: go to sleep,and--er--well, there can be no harm if you say your prayers before youdo drop off."

  The boys took his advice, and were soon fast in the arms of Morpheus.So, too, was honest Viking. He was one of those dogs who know when theyare well off, so he preferred remaining in Conal's bunk to descending tothe wet deck again. To show his sympathy, he gave the boy one of hishuge paws to hold, and so hand-in-hand they fell asleep.

  The wind was still blowing when they sat down to breakfast with thecaptain and first mate, for there was not another passenger on boardsave themselves. The old saying, "The more the merrier", does not applyto coasting steamers in early winter. The fewer the easier--that ismore truthful.

  The gale was a gale no longer, but a steady breeze. The ship was given agood offing, for the wind blew from the north-east, and to be too closeto a lee shore is at all times dangerous.

  But how very snug and cosy the saloon looked, when they were allgathered around the brightly-burning stove that night.

  The skipper could tell many a good story, and the first mate also couldspin a yarn or two, for they had both been far away at sea in distantclimes, and both hoped to get ocean-going ships again.

  So there they sat and chatted--ship-master and man, with their tumblersof hot grog on the top of the stove--till six bells in the middle watch.

  Then the boys and Viking retired.

  "I say, Conal," said Duncan that evening, just before turning in, "Ithink I should like to be a sailor."

  "Well," replied Conal, "I should like to visit far-away countries, wherehardly anybody had ever been before, and try to make some money just tobe able to help father in his difficulties."

  "Poor father, yes. Well, young fellows have made money before now."

  "Ay," said Conal, who was wise beyond his years; "but, brother, they hada nest-egg to begin with. Now, we have nothing."

  "Nonsense, Conal; we have clear heads, we have a good education, and wehave a pair of willing hands each. That makes a good outfit, Conal, andmany a one has conquered fate with far less."

  The voyage to London was a long and tedious one, for they had tostruggle for days against head-winds, and tack and half tack isn't thequickest way to a port.

  But long before they reached the mouth of the Thames, and were taken intow by a tug-boat, the boys had cemented quite a friendship with CaptainTalbot and his mate Morgan. They promised to correspond, and the honestskipper told them that he had a great project on, and that if it came toa head, he would be willing to take them both to sea with him asapprentices, if their father would let them go. This was real good newsfor our young heroes, and they parted from Talbot happy and hopeful.

  Morgan, the mate, put them up to the ropes as to getting to ColonelTrelawney's residence, and a good thing it was that he did so, elseassuredly they would have lost themselves. A bargain was made with acabman, and he agreed for a certain sum to drive them all the way.

  It was a damp and miserable day, the streets were inches deep in slimymud, the houses all gray and dismal.

  No wonder that the hearts of these two boys, accustomed to the greengrandeur of forests and crimson-clad Highland hills, sank within them,as they gazed from the windows of their cab.

  Was this the beautiful London they had heard tell of and expected tosee? Nothing but discomfort and misery met their eyes at first, andwhen the conveyance stopped now and then, blocked by carts and wagons,they found they could scarcely understand a word of the jargon that fellon their ears from every side.

  "Moaning piper!" cried a ragged urchin, shoving a newspaper right underDuncan's nose.

  Duncan bought this morning paper.

  "Did you notice what he said, Conal?"

  "Yes; he said 'Moaning piper'. There must be something about a battlein it, and a Scotch piper must have been wounded. No wonder he moanedif he was shot through the chest or legs--eh, Duncan?"

  "No indeed, that would make anybody moan."

  But much to the boys' disgust there was nothing about a battle in thepaper, nor about pipers, nor even about soldiers at all. So thenewspaper was thrown down, and they contented themselves by looking fromthe windows at the crowds of people that were hurrying along thepavement, everyone intent only on his own business, and taking not theslightest notice o
f his neighbour. They had now got into a better partof the town. There were fewer guttersnipes and badly-dressed men andwomen here, less apparent poverty, in fact, with the exception of thepoor, white-faced, hungry-looking girls and women who were sellingflowers. During a block one of these came to the window near whichDuncan sat, and he made the lassie happy by buying two button-holes, andgiving her sixpence for them.

  The 'buses were objects of curiosity for our heroes.

  The drivers were ideal in their own way, and of a class not to be metwith anywhere out of London.

  The boys criticised them unmercifully.

  "Oh, Duncan, did ever you see such faces, or such slow-looking men!"

  "Faces just like hams, Conal--and, why, they seem to be wearing abouttwenty coats! So solemn too--I wonder if ever those fellows smiledexcept over a pint of beer!"

  "And look at those huge wooden umbrellas!"

  "Yes, that is for fear a drop of rain should fall upon John Guttle, andhe should catch cold."

  "Shouldn't I like to see one of these John Guttles trudging over amoor!"

  "He wouldn't trudge far, Conal; he would tumble down and gasp like anover-fed ox."

  "I say, Duncan, I haven't seen anybody with a plaid yet."

  "No, and you won't. Top-coats--nothing else--and tobacco-pipes. Nowonder most of those male creatures on the tops of the 'buses arewatery-nebbit or red-nosed."

  Now, however, private carriages began to mingle with the traffic, andthe boys had more to wonder at. But inside these they caught glimpses offashionable ladies, some young, charmingly dressed, and of a cast ofbeauty truly English and refined. What astonished Duncan and hisbrother most was the coachman and flunkeys on the dickey, so severelyand stupidly aristocratic did they look.

  "Oh, Duncan," cried Conal laughing, "did ever you see such frights! andthey've got on ladies' fur tippets!"

  "Yes, that is to keep their poor shivery bodies warm, Conal."

  "And they look just as if they owned all London, don't they?"

  "Yes, that is one of the peculiarities of the flunkey tribe. What's theodds, Conal, so long as they are happy?"

  The cab seemed to have reached the suburbs at last. Here were many apleasant villa, and many a lordly mansion too, with splendid balconies,which were in reality gardens in the sky. There were trees, too, thoughnow almost bare, and green lawns and bushes and flowers.

  But none of these latter appealed to our young heroes because they wereall so artificial.

  Hillo! the cab stops; and the driver, radiant in the expectation of atip, throws open the door.

  "'Ere we are at last, young gents. 'Appy to drink yer 'ealth. Thousandthanks! Hain't seen a 'alf-crown before for a month. Nobuddy needn'tsay to me as the Scots ain't liberal."

  One of the handsomest villas the boys had yet seen, and in the porchthereof stood Colonel Trelawney himself to welcome his guests.

  "Right welcome to the Limes," he cried heartily. "Frank is out, buthe'll be home to luncheon. Why, what tall hardy chaps you are, to besure, and I'm right glad you came in your native dress. I wonder how myboy would look in the kilt. It's a matter of legs, I believe."

  "Oh, sir," said Duncan, "he'll soon get legs when he comes to theHighlands, and climbs the hills and walks the moors for a few months."

  "Well, come in, boys. James, here, will show you your room. We've putyou both in the same, as I know young fellows like to talk beforeturning in."

  The room was plainly, yet comfortably, furnished, and the window gave apleasant view of gardens, shrubberies, and a cloudland of trees to whichthe autumn foliage still was clinging.

  "'Ot watah, young gents."

  "Thank you, James."

  Duncan and Conal made haste to wash and dress.

  James had opened their boxes, and was acting as valet to them in everyway. But they were not used to this, and so they told James. God hadgiven them hands and arms, and so they liked to make use of them.

  Hark! footsteps on the stairs. Hurried ones, too; two steps, onestride!

  Next moment the door was thrown open, and Frank himself stood beforethem, with both hands extended to bid them welcome.