Early in the morning Squire5 Hawkins took passage in a small steamboat, with his family and his two slaves, and presently the bell rang, the stage-plank was hauled in, and the vessel6 proceeded up the river. The children and the slaves were not much more at ease after finding out that this monster was a creature of human contrivance than they were the night before when they thought it the Lord of heaven and earth. They started, in fright, every time the gauge-cocks sent out an angry hiss7, and they quaked from head to foot when the mud-valves thundered. The shivering of the boat under the beating of the wheels was sheer misery8 to them.
But of course familiarity with these things soon took away their terrors, and then the voyage at once became a glorious adventure, a royal progress through the very heart and home of romance, a realization9 of their rosiest10 wonder-dreams. They sat by the hour in the shade of the pilot house on the hurricane deck and looked out over the curving expanses of the river sparkling in the sunlight. Sometimes the boat fought the mid-stream current, with a verdant11 world on either hand, and remote from both; sometimes she closed in under a point, where the dead water and the helping12 eddies13 were, and shaved the bank so closely that the decks were swept by the jungle of over-hanging willows15 and littered with a spoil of leaves; departing from these “points” she regularly crossed the river every five miles, avoiding the “bight” of the great binds16 and thus escaping the strong current; sometimes she went out and skirted a high “bluff” sand-bar in the middle of the stream, and occasionally followed it up a little too far and touched upon the shoal water at its head—and then the intelligent craft refused to run herself aground, but “smelt” the bar, and straightway the foamy17 streak18 that streamed away from her bows vanished, a great foamless19 wave rolled forward and passed her under way, and in this instant she leaned far over on her side, shied from the bar and fled square away from the danger like a frightened thing—and the pilot was lucky if he managed to “straighten her up” before she drove her nose into the opposite bank; sometimes she approached a solid wall of tall trees as if she meant to break through it, but all of a sudden a little crack would open just enough to admit her, and away she would go plowing20 through the “chute” with just barely room enough between the island on one side and the main land on the other; in this sluggish21 water she seemed to go like a racehorse; now and then small log cabins appeared in little clearings, with the never-failing frowsy women and girls in soiled and faded linsey-woolsey leaning in the doors or against woodpiles and rail fences, gazing sleepily at the passing show; sometimes she found shoal water, going out at the head of those “chutes” or crossing the river, and then a deck-hand stood on the bow and hove the lead, while the boat slowed down and moved cautiously; sometimes she stopped a moment at a landing and took on some freight or a passenger while a crowd of slouchy white men and negroes stood on the bank and looked sleepily on with their hands in their pantaloons pockets,—of course—for they never took them out except to stretch, and when they did this they squirmed about and reached their fists up into the air and lifted themselves on tip-toe in an ecstasy22 of enjoyment23.
When the sun went down it turned all the broad river to a national banner laid in gleaming bars of gold and purple and crimson24; and in time these glories faded out in the twilight25 and left the fairy archipelagoes reflecting their fringing foliage26 in the steely mirror of the stream.
At night the boat forged on through the deep solitudes27 of the river, hardly ever discovering a light to testify to a human presence—mile after mile and league after league the vast bends were guarded by unbroken walls of forest that had never been disturbed by the voice or the foot-fall of man or felt the edge of his sacrilegious axe28.
An hour after supper the moon came up, and Clay and Washington ascended29 to the hurricane deck to revel30 again in their new realm of enchantment31. They ran races up and down the deck; climbed about the bell; made friends with the passenger-dogs chained under the lifeboat; tried to make friends with a passenger-bear fastened to the verge-staff but were not encouraged;
“skinned the cat” on the hog-chains; in a word, exhausted32 the amusement-possibilities of the deck. Then they looked wistfully up at the pilot house, and finally, little by little, Clay ventured up there, followed diffidently by Washington. The pilot turned presently to “get his stern-marks,” saw the lads and invited them in. Now their happiness was complete. This cosy33 little house, built entirely34 of glass and commanding a marvelous prospect35 in every direction was a magician’s throne to them and their enjoyment of the place was simply boundless36.
They sat them down on a high bench and looked miles ahead and saw the wooded capes37 fold back and reveal the bends beyond; and they looked miles to the rear and saw the silvery highway diminish its breadth by degrees and close itself together in the distance. Presently the pilot said:
“By George, yonder comes the Amaranth!”
A spark appeared, close to the water, several miles down the river. The pilot took his glass and looked at it steadily38 for a moment, and said, chiefly to himself:
“It can’t be the Blue Wing. She couldn’t pick us up this way. It’s the Amaranth, sure!”
“Who’s on watch down there?”
“I am. Second engineer.”
“Good! You want to stir your stumps41, now, Harry43—the Amaranth’s just turned the point—and she’s just a—humping herself, too!”
The pilot took hold of a rope that stretched out forward, jerked it twice, and two mellow44 strokes of the big bell responded. A voice out on the deck shouted:
“Stand by, down there, with that labboard lead!”
“No, I don’t want the lead,” said the pilot, “I want you. Roust out the old man—tell him the Amaranth’s coming. And go and call Jim—tell him.”
“Aye-aye, sir!”
The “old man” was the captain—he is always called so, on steamboats and ships; “Jim” was the other pilot. Within two minutes both of these men were flying up the pilothouse stairway, three steps at a jump. Jim was in his shirt sleeves,—with his coat and vest on his arm. He said:
“I was just turning in. Where’s the glass”
He took it and looked:
“Don’t appear to be any night-hawk on the jack-staff—it’s the Amaranth, dead sure!”
The captain took a good long look, and only said:
“Damnation!”
George Davis, the pilot on watch, shouted to the night-watchman on deck:
“How’s she loaded?”
“Two inches by the head, sir.”
“’T ain’t enough!”
The captain shouted, now:
“Call the mate. Tell him to call all hands and get a lot of that sugar forrard—put her ten inches by the head. Lively, now!”
“Aye-aye, sir.”
A riot of shouting and trampling45 floated up from below, presently, and the uneasy steering46 of the boat soon showed that she was getting “down by the head.”
The three men in the pilot house began to talk in short, sharp sentences, low and earnestly. As their excitement rose, their voices went down. As fast as one of them put down the spy-glass another took it up—but always with a studied air of calmness. Each time the verdict was:
“She’s a gaining!”
“What steam are you carrying?”
“A hundred and forty-two, sir! But she’s getting hotter and hotter all the time.”
The boat was straining and groaning48 and quivering like a monster in pain. Both pilots were at work now, one on each side of the wheel, with their coats and vests off, their bosoms49 and collars wide open and the perspiration50 flowing down heir faces. They were holding the boat so close to the shore that the willows swept the guards almost from stem to stern.
“Stand by!” whispered George.
“All ready!” said Jim, under his breath.
“Let her come!”
The boat sprang away from the bank like a deer, and darted51 in a long diagonal toward the other shore. She closed in again and thrashed her fierce way along the willows as before. The captain put down the glass:
“Lord how she walks up on us! I do hate to be beat!”
“Jim,” said George, looking straight ahead, watching the slightest yawing of the boat and promptly52 meeting it with the wheel, “how’ll it do to try Murderer’s Chute?”
“Well, it’s—it’s taking chances. How was the cottonwood stump42 on the false point below Boardman’s Island this morning?”
“Well it’s pretty close work. That gives six feet scant54 in the head of Murderer’s Chute. We can just barely rub through if we hit it exactly right. But it’s worth trying. She don’t dare tackle it!”—meaning the Amaranth.
In another instant the Boreas plunged55 into what seemed a crooked56 creek57, and the Amaranth’s approaching lights were shut out in a moment. Not a whisper was uttered, now, but the three men stared ahead into the shadows and two of them spun58 the wheel back and forth59 with anxious watchfulness60 while the steamer tore along. The chute seemed to come to an end every fifty yards, but always opened out in time. Now the head of it was at hand. George tapped the big bell three times, two leadsmen sprang to their posts, and in a moment their weird61 cries rose on the night air and were caught up and repeated by two men on the upper deck:
“No-o bottom!”
“De-e-p four!”
“Half three!”
“Quarter three!”
“Mark under wa-a-ter three!”
“Half twain!”
“Quarter twain!——-”
Davis pulled a couple of ropes—there was a jingling62 of small bells far below, the boat’s speed slackened, and the pent steam began to whistle and the gauge-cocks to scream:
“By the mark twain!”
“Quar—ter—her—er—less twain!”
“Eight and a half!”
“Eight feet!”
“Seven-ana-half!”
Another jingling of little bells and the wheels ceased turning altogether. The whistling of the steam was something frightful63 now—it almost drowned all other noises.
“Stand by to meet her!”
“All ready!”
The boat hesitated—seemed to hold her breath, as did the captain and pilots—and then she began to fall away to starboard and every eye lighted:
“Now then!—meet her! meet her! Snatch her!”
The wheel flew to port so fast that the spokes65 blended into a spider-web—the swing of the boat subsided—she steadied herself——
“Seven feet!”
“Sev—six and a half!”
“Six feet! Six f——”
Bang! She hit the bottom! George shouted through the tube:
“Spread her wide open! Whale it at her!”
Pow-wow-chow! The escape-pipes belched66 snowy pillars of steam aloft, the boat ground and surged and trembled—and slid over into——
“M-a-r-k twain!”
“Quarter-her——”
“Tap! tap! tap!” (to signify “Lay in the leads”)
And away she went, flying up the willow14 shore, with the whole silver sea of the Mississippi stretching abroad on every hand.
No Amaranth in sight!
“Ha-ha, boys, we took a couple of tricks that time!” said the captain.
And just at that moment a red glare appeared in the head of the chute and the Amaranth came springing after them!
“Well, I swear!”
“Jim, what is the meaning of that?”
“I’ll tell you what’s the meaning of it. That hail we had at Napoleon was Wash Hastings, wanting to come to Cairo—and we didn’t stop. He’s in that pilot house, now, showing those mud turtles how to hunt for easy water.”
“That’s it! I thought it wasn’t any slouch that was running that middle bar in Hog-eye Bend. If it’s Wash Hastings—well, what he don’t know about the river ain’t worth knowing—a regular gold-leaf, kid-glove, diamond breastpin pilot Wash Hastings is. We won’t take any tricks off of him, old man!”
“I wish I’d a stopped for him, that’s all.”
The Amaranth was within three hundred yards of the Boreas, and still gaining. The “old man” spoke through the tube:
“What is she-carrying now?”
“A hundred and sixty-five, sir!”
“How’s your wood?”
“Pine all out-cypress half gone-eating up cotton-wood like pie!”
“Break into that rosin on the main deck-pile it in, the boat can pay for it!”
Soon the boat was plunging67 and quivering and screaming more madly than ever. But the Amaranth’s head was almost abreast68 the Boreas’s stern:
“How’s your steam, now, Harry?”
“Hundred and eighty-two, sir!”
“Break up the casks of bacon in the forrard hold! Pile it in! Levy69 on that turpentine in the fantail-drench every stick of wood with it!”
The boat was a moving earthquake by this time:
“How is she now?”
“A hundred and ninety-six and still a-swelling!—water, below the middle gauge-cocks!—carrying every pound she can stand!—nigger roosting on the safety-valve!”
“Good! How’s your draft?”
“Bully! Every time a nigger heaves a stick of wood into the furnace he goes out the chimney, with it!”
The Amaranth drew steadily up till her jack-staff breasted the Boreas’s wheel-house—climbed along inch by inch till her chimneys breasted it—crept along, further and further, till the boats were wheel to wheel—and then they closed up with a heavy jolt70 and locked together tight and fast in the middle of the big river under the flooding moonlight! A roar and a hurrah71 went up from the crowded decks of both steamers—all hands rushed to the guards to look and shout and gesticulate—the weight careened the vessels72 over toward each other—officers flew hither and thither73 cursing and storming, trying to drive the people amidships—both captains were leaning over their railings shaking their fists, swearing and threatening—black volumes of smoke rolled up and canopied74 the scene,—delivering a rain of sparks upon the vessels—two pistol shots rang out, and both captains dodged75 unhurt and the packed masses of passengers surged back and fell apart while the shrieks76 of women and children soared above the intolerable din——
And then there was a booming roar, a thundering crash, and the riddled78 Amaranth dropped loose from her hold and drifted helplessly away!
Instantly the fire-doors of the Boreas were thrown open and the men began dashing buckets of water into the furnaces—for it would have been death and destruction to stop the engines with such a head of steam on.
As soon as possible the Boreas dropped down to the floating wreck79 and took off the dead, the wounded and the unhurt—at least all that could be got at, for the whole forward half of the boat was a shapeless ruin, with the great chimneys lying crossed on top of it, and underneath80 were a dozen victims imprisoned81 alive and wailing82 for help. While men with axes worked with might and main to free these poor fellows, the Boreas’s boats went about, picking up stragglers from the river.
And now a new horror presented itself. The wreck took fire from the dismantled83 furnaces! Never did men work with a heartier84 will than did those stalwart braves with the axes. But it was of no use. The fire ate its way steadily, despising the bucket brigade that fought it. It scorched85 the clothes, it singed86 the hair of the axemen—it drove them back, foot by foot—inch by inch—they wavered, struck a final blow in the teeth of the enemy, and surrendered. And as they fell back they heard prisoned voices saying:
“Don’t leave us! Don’t desert us! Don’t, don’t do it!”
And one poor fellow said:
“I am Henry Worley, striker of the Amaranth! My mother lives in St. Louis. Tell her a lie for a poor devil’s sake, please. Say I was killed in an instant and never knew what hurt me—though God knows I’ve neither scratch nor bruise87 this moment! It’s hard to burn up in a coop like this with the whole wide world so near. Good-bye boys—we’ve all got to come to it at last, anyway!”
The Boreas stood away out of danger, and the ruined steamer went drifting down the stream an island of wreathing and climbing flame that vomited88 clouds of smoke from time to time, and glared more fiercely and sent its luminous89 tongues higher and higher after each emission90. A shriek77 at intervals91 told of a captive that had met his doom92. The wreck lodged93 upon a sandbar, and when the Boreas turned the next point on her upward journey it was still burning with scarcely abated94 fury.
When the boys came down into the main saloon of the Boreas, they saw a pitiful sight and heard a world of pitiful sounds. Eleven poor creatures lay dead and forty more lay moaning, or pleading or screaming, while a score of Good Samaritans moved among them doing what they could to relieve their sufferings; bathing their chinless faces and bodies with linseed oil and lime water and covering the places with bulging95 masses of raw cotton that gave to every face and form a dreadful and unhuman aspect.
A little wee French midshipman of fourteen lay fearfully injured, but never uttered a sound till a physician of Memphis was about to dress his hurts. Then he said:
“Can I get well? You need not be afraid to tell me.”
“No—I—I am afraid you can not.”
“Then do not waste your time with me—help those that can get well.”
“But——”
“Help those that can get well! It is, not for me to be a girl. I carry the blood of eleven generations of soldiers in my veins96!”
The physician—himself a man who had seen service in the navy in his time—touched his hat to this little hero, and passed on.
The head engineer of the Amaranth, a grand specimen97 of physical manhood, struggled to his feet a ghastly spectacle and strode toward his brother, the second engineer, who was unhurt. He said:
“You were on watch. You were boss. You would not listen to me when I begged you to reduce your steam. Take that!—take it to my wife and tell her it comes from me by the hand of my murderer! Take it—and take my curse with it to blister98 your heart a hundred years—and may you live so long!”
And he tore a ring from his finger, stripping flesh and skin with it, threw it down and fell dead!
But these things must not be dwelt upon. The Boreas landed her dreadful cargo99 at the next large town and delivered it over to a multitude of eager hands and warm southern hearts—a cargo amounting by this time to 39 wounded persons and 22 dead bodies. And with these she delivered a list of 96 missing persons that had drowned or otherwise perished at the scene of the disaster.
A jury of inquest was impaneled, and after due deliberation and inquiry100 they returned the inevitable101 American verdict which has been so familiar to our ears all the days of our lives—“NOBODY TO BLAME.”
**[The incidents of the explosion are not invented. They happened just as they are told.—The Authors.]
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| 膨胀； 凸出（部）； 打气； 折皱 | |
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