The little ship in which I took passage was a barque called the Lord of the Isles8; her burthen was something under four hundred tons. She was a round-bowed waggon9 of a vanished type, with a square, sawed-off stern, painted ports, heavy over-hanging channels, and as loftily rigged, I was going to say, as a line-of-battle-ship, owing to her immense beam, which gave her the[2] stability of a church. I applied11 to the agent and hired a cabin, and found myself, to my secret satisfaction, the only passenger in the ship. Yes, I was rejoiced to be the sole passenger; my passage out had been rendered memorably12 miserable13 by the society of as ill-conditioned, bad-tempered14, sulky a lot of wretches15 as ever turned in of a night into bunks17, and cursed the captain in their gizzards in a calm for not being able to whistle a wind up over the sea-line.
The name of the skipper of the Lord of the Isles was Joyce. He was unlike the average run of the men in that trade. Instead of being beef-faced and bow-legged, humid of eye and gay with grog-blossoms, he was tall, pale, spare; he spoke18 low and in a melancholy19 key; he never swore; he drank wine and water, and there was little or nothing in his language to suggest the sailor. His berth20 was right aft on the starboard side; mine was right aft also, next his. Three cabins on either hand ran forward from these two after-berths. Two of them were occupied by the first and second mates. Between was a roomy “state-cabin,” as the term then was: a plain interior furnished with an oblong table and fixed21 chairs, lighted by day by a large skylight, by night by a couple of brass22 lamps.
We sailed away on a Monday morning, as well I recollect23, out of the spacious24 and splendid scene of the harbour of Rio, and under full breasts of canvas, swelling25 to the height of a main-skysail big enough to serve as a mizzen topgallant-sail for a thousand-ton ship of[3] to-day, and with taut26 bowlines and yearning27 jibs, and a heel of hull28 that washed a two-foot wide streak29 of greenish copper30 through the wool-white swirl31 of froth that broke from the bows, the Lord of the Isles headed on a straight course for the deep solitudes32 of the Atlantic.
All went well with us for several days. Our ship’s company consisted of twelve men, including a boatswain and carpenter. The forecastle hands appeared very hearty34, likely fellows, despite their pier-head raiment of Scotch35 cap and broken small clothes, and open flannel36 shirt, and greasy37 sheath-knife belted to the hip3. They worked with a will, they sang out cheerily at the ropes, they went in and out of the galley38 at meal-time without faces of loathing39, and but one complaint came aft before our wonderful, mysterious troubles began: the ship’s bread crawled, they said, and, being found truly very bad, good white flour was served out in lieu.
We had been eight days at sea, and in that time had made fairly good way; it drew down a quiet, soft, black night with the young moon gone soon after sunset, a trembling flash of stars over the mastheads, a murky40 dimness of heat and of stagnation41 all round about the sea-line, and a frequent glance of sea-fire over the side when a dip of the barque’s round bends drove the water from her in a swelling cloud of ebony. I walked the quarter-deck with the captain, and our talk was of England and of the Brazils, and of his experiences as a mariner42 of thirty years’ standing43.
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“What of the weather?” said I, as we came to a pause at the binnacle, whose bright disc of illuminated44 card touched into phantom45 outlines the hairy features of the Jack46 who grasped the wheel.
“There’s a spell of quiet before us, I fear,” he answered, in his melancholy, monotonous47 voice. “No doubt a day will come, Mr. West, when the unhappy sea-captain upon whose forehead the shipowner would be glad to brand the words ‘Prompt Despatch’ will be rendered by steam independent of that most capricious of all things—wind. The wind bloweth as it listeth—which is very well whilst it keeps all on blowing; for with our machinery48 of trusses, and parrels, and braces50, we can snatch a sort of propulsion out of anything short of hurricane antagonism51 within six points of what we want to look up for. But of a dead night and of a dead day, with the wind up and down, and your ship showing her stern to the thirty-two points in a single watch, what’s to be done with an owner’s request of look sharp? Will you come below and have some grog?”
The second mate, a man named Bonner, was in charge of the deck. I followed the captain into the cabin, where he smoked a cigar; he drank a little wine and water, I drained a tumbler of cold brandy grog, then stepped above for an hour of fresh air, and afterwards to bed, six bells, eleven o’clock, striking as I turned in.
I slept soundly, awoke at seven o’clock, and shortly[5] afterwards went on deck. The watch were at work washing down. The crystal brine flashed over the white plank52 to the swing of the bucket in the boatswain’s powerful grasp, and the air was filled with the busy noise of scrubbing-brushes, and of the murmurs53 of some live-stock under the long-boat. The morning was a wide radiant scene of tropic sky and sea—afar, right astern on the light blue verge55, trembled the mother-o’-pearl canvas of a ship; a small breeze was blowing off the beam; from under the round bows of the slightly-leaning barque came a pleasant, brook-like sound of running waters—a soft shaling as of foam56 over stones, sweet to the ear in that heat as the music of a fountain. Mr. Bonner, the second mate, was again in charge of the deck. When I passed through the companion hatch I saw him standing abreast57 of the skylight at the rail: the expression of his face was grave and full of concern, and he seemed to watch the movements of the men with an inattentive eye.
I bade him good morning; he made no reply for a little, but looked at me fixedly58, and then said, “I’m afraid Captain Joyce is a dead man.”
“What is wrong with him?” I exclaimed eagerly, and much startled.
“I don’t know, sir. I wish there was a medical man on board. Perhaps you’d be able to tell what he’s suffering from if you saw him.”
I at once went below, and found the lad who waited upon us in the cabin preparing the table for breakfast.[6] I asked him if the captain was alone. He answered that Mr. Stroud, the chief mate, was with him. On this I went to the door of Captain Joyce’s cabin and lightly knocked. The mate looked out, and, seeing who I was, told me in a soft voice to enter.
Captain Joyce lay in his bunk16 dressed in a flannel shirt and a pair of white drill trousers. All his throat and a considerable portion of his chest were exposed, and his feet were naked. I looked at him scarcely crediting my sight: I did not know him as the man I had parted with but a few hours before. He was swelled59 from head to foot as though drowned: the swelling contorted his countenance60 out of all resemblance to his familiar face; the flesh of him that was visible was a pale blue, as if rubbed with a powder of the stuff called “blue” which the laundresses use in getting up their linen61. His eyes were open, but the pupils were rolled out of sight, and the “whites,” as they are called, were covered with red blotches62.
I had no knowledge of medicine, and could not imagine what had come to the poor man. He was unconscious, and evidently fast sinking. I said to Mr. Stroud, “What is this?”
The mate answered, “I’m afraid he’s poisoned himself accidentally. It looks to me like poison. Don’t it seem so to you, sir? See how his fingers and toes are curled.”
I ran my eye over the cabin and exclaimed, “Have you searched for any bottles containing poison?”
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“I did so when he sent for me at four o’clock, and complained of feeling sick and ill. He was then changing colour, and his face was losing its proper looks. I asked him if he thought he had taken anything by mistake. He answered no, unless he had done so in his sleep. He awoke feeling very bad, and that was all he could tell me.”
I touched the poor fellow’s hand, and found it cold. His breathing was swift and thin. At moments a convulsion, like a wrenching63 shudder64, passed through him.
“Is it,” I asked, “some form of country sickness, do you think—some kind of illness that was lying latent in him when we sailed?”
“I never heard of any sort of sickness,” he answered, “that made a man look like that—not cholera65 even. And what but poison would do its work so quickly? Depend upon it he’s either been poisoned, or poisoned himself unawares.”
“Poisoned!” I exclaimed. “Who’s the man in this ship that’s going to do such a thing?”
“It’s no natural illness,” he answered, looking at the livid, bloated face of the dying man; and he repeated with gloomy emphasis, “He’s either been poisoned, or he’s poisoned himself unawares.”
I stood beside Mr. Stroud for about a quarter of an hour, watching the captain and speculating upon the cause of his mortal sickness; we talked in low voices, often pausing and starting, for the convulsions of the sufferer made us think that he had his mind and wished[8] to sit up and speak; but the ghastly, horrid66, vacant look of his face continued fixed by the stubborn burial of the pupils of his eyes; his lips moved only when his frame was convulsed. I put my finger upon his pulse and found the beat thread-like, terribly rapid, intermittent67, and faint. Then, feeling sick and scared, I went on deck for some air.
The second mate asked me how the captain was and what I thought. I answered that he might be dead even now as I spoke; that I could not conceive the nature of the malady68 that was killing69 him, that had apparently70 fastened upon him in his sleep, and was threatening to kill him within the compass of four or five hours, but that Mr. Stroud believed he had been poisoned, or had poisoned himself accidentally.
“Poisoned!” echoed the second mate, and he sent a look in the direction of the ship’s galley. “What’s he eaten that we haven’t partaken of? A regular case of poisoning, does the chief officer think it? Oh no—oh no—who’s to do it? The captain’s too well liked to allow of such a guess as that. If the food’s been fouled71 by the cook in error, how’s it that the others of us who ate at the cabin table aren’t likewise seized?”
There was no more to be said about it then, but in less than half an hour’s time the mate came up and told us the captain was gone.
“He never recovered his senses, never spoke except to talk in delirium,” he said.
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“You think he was poisoned, sir?” said the second mate.
“Not wilfully,” answered Mr. Stroud, looking at me. “I never said that; nor is it a thing one wants to think of,” he added, sending his gaze round the wide scene of flashing ocean.
He then abruptly72 quitted us and walked to the galley, where for some while he remained out of sight. When he returned he told the second mate with whom I had stood talking that he had spoken to the cook, and thoroughly73 overhauled74 the dressing75 utensils76, and was satisfied that the galley had nothing to do with the murderous mischief77 which had befallen the skipper.
“But why be so cock-certain, Mr. Stroud,” said I, “that the captain’s dead of poisoning?”
“I am cock-certain,” he answered shortly, and with some little passion. “Name me the illness that’s going to kill a man in three or four hours, and make such a corpse78 of him as lies in the captain’s cabin.”
He called to the second mate, and they paced the deck together deep in talk. The men had come up from breakfast, and the boatswain had set them to the various jobs of the morning; but the news of the captain’s death had gone forward; it was shocking by reason of its suddenness. Then, again, the death of the master of a ship lies cold and heavy upon the spirits of a company at sea; ’tis the head gone, the thinking part. The mate may make as good a captain, but he’s not the man the crew signed articles under. The[10] seamen79 of the Lord of the Isles wore grave faces as they went about their work; they spoke softly, and the boatswain delivered his orders in subdued80 notes. After a bit the second mate walked forward and addressed the boatswain and some of the men, but what he said I did not catch.
I breakfasted and returned on deck: it was then ten o’clock. I found the main-topsail to the mast and a number of seamen standing in the gangway, whilst the two mates hung together on the quarter-deck, talking, as though waiting. In a few minutes four seamen brought the body of the captain up through the companion hatch, and carried it to the gangway. The corpse was stitched up in a hammock and rested upon a plank, over which the English ensign was thrown. I thought this funeral very hurried, and dreaded81 to think that the poor man might be breathing and alive at the instant of his launch, for after all we had but the mate’s assurance that the captain was dead; and what did Mr. Stroud know of death—that is, as it would be indicated by the body of a man who had died from some swift, subtle, nameless distemper, as Captain Joyce seemingly had?
When the funeral was over, the topsail swung, and the men returned to their work, I put the matter to the mate, who answered that the corpse had turned black, and that there could be no more question of his being dead than of his now being overboard.
The breeze freshened that morning. At noon it[11] was blowing strong, with a dark, hard sky of compacted cloud, under which curls and shreds82 of yellow scud83 fled like a scattering84 of smoke, and the mates were unable to get an observation. Mr. Stroud seemed engrossed85 by the sudden responsibilities which had come upon him, and talked little. That afternoon he shifted into the captain’s berth, being now, indeed, in command of the barque. It was convenient to him to live in that cabin, for the necessary nautical86 appliances for navigating87 the ship were there along with facilities for their use. Mr. Bonner told me that he and the mate had thoroughly examined the cabin, overhauled the captain’s boxes, lockers88, shelves and the like for anything of a poisonous nature, but had met with nothing whatever. It was indeed an amazing mystery, he said, and he was no longer of opinion with Mr. Stroud that poison, accidentally or otherwise taken, had destroyed the captain. Indeed, he now leaned to my view, that Captain Joyce had fallen a victim to some disease which had lain latent in him since leaving Rio, something deadly quick and horribly transforming, well known, maybe, to physicians of the Brazils, if, indeed, it were peculiar89 to that country.
Well, three days passed, and nothing of any moment happened. The wind drew ahead and braced90 our yards fore33 and aft for us, and the tub of a barque went to leeward91 like an empty cask, shouldering the head seas into snowstorms off her heavy round bow, and furrowing92 a short scope of oil-smooth wake almost at right angles[12] with her sternpost. Though Mr. Stroud had charge of the ship, he continued from this time to keep watch and watch with Mr. Bonner as in the captain’s life, not choosing, I dare say, to entrust93 the charge of the deck to the boatswain. On the evening of this third day that I have come to, I was sitting in the cabin under the lamp writing down some memories of the past week in a diary, when the door of the captain’s berth was opened, and my name was faintly called. I saw Mr. Stroud, and instantly went to him. His hands were clasped upon his brow, and he swayed violently as though in pain, with greater vehemence94 than the heave of the deck warranted; his eyes were starting, and, by the clear light of the brace49 of cabin lamps, I easily saw that his complexion95 was unusually dusky, and darkening even, so it seemed to me, as I looked.
I cried out, “What is the matter, Mr. Stroud?”
“Oh, my God!” he exclaimed, “I am in terrible pain—I am horribly ill—I am dying.”
I grasped him by the arm and conducted him to his bunk, into which he got, groaning97 and holding his head, with an occasional strange short plunge98 of his feet such as a swimmer makes when resting in the water on his back. I asked him if he was only just now seized. He answered that he was in a deep sleep, from which he was awakened99 by a burning sensation throughout his body. He lay quiet awhile, supposing it was a sudden heat of the blood; but the fire increased, and with it came torturing pains in the head, and attacks of[13] convulsions; and even whilst he told me this the convulsive fits grew upon him, and he broke off to groan96 deeply as though in exquisite100 pain and distress101 of mind; then he’d set his teeth, and then presently scream out, “Oh, my God! I have been poisoned—I am dying!”
I was thunderstruck and terrified to the last degree. What was this dreadful thing—this phantom death that had come into the ship? Was it a contagious102 plague? But what distemper is there that, catching103 men in their sleep, swells104 and discolours them even as the gaze rests upon them, and dismisses their souls to God in the space of three or four hours?
I ran on deck, but waited until Mr. Bonner had finished bawling105 out some orders to the men before addressing him. The moon was young, but bright, and she sheared106 scythe-like through the pouring shadows, and the light of her made a marvellous brilliant whiteness of the foam as it burst in masses from the plunge of the barque’s bows. When I gave the news to Mr. Bonner, he stared at me for some moments wildly and in silence, and then rushed below. I followed him as quick as he went, for I had often used the sea, and the giddiest dance of a deck-plank was all one with the solid earth to my accustomed feet. We entered the mate’s berth, and Mr. Bonner lighted the bracket lamp and stood looking at his shipmate, and by the aid of the flame he had kindled108, and the bright light flowing in through the open door, I beheld109 a tragic110 and wonderful change in Mr. Stroud, though scarce ten minutes had[14] passed since I was with him. His face was bloated, the features distorted, his eyes rolled continuously, and frequent heavy twitching111 shudders112 convulsed his body. But the most frightful113 part was the dusky hue114 of his skin, that was of a darker blue than I had observed in the captain.
He still had his senses, and repeated to the second mate what he had related to me. But he presently grew incoherent, then fell delirious115, in about an hour’s time was speechless and lay racked with convulsions; of a horrid blue, the features shockingly convulsed, and the whites of the eyes alone showing as in the captain’s case.
He had called me at about nine o’clock, and he was a dead man at two in the morning, or four bells in the middle watch. Both the second mate and I were constantly in and out with the poor fellow; but we could do no good, only marvel107, and murmur54 our astonishment116 and speculations117. We put the captain’s steward118, a young fellow, to watch him—this was an hour before his death—and at four bells the lad came out with a white face, and said to me, who sat at the table, depressed119 and awed10 and overwhelmed by this second ghastly and indeterminable visitation, that the chief mate was dead, had ceased to breathe, and was quickly turning black.
Mr. Bonner came into the cabin with the boatswain, and they went into the dead man’s berth and stayed there about a quarter of an hour. When they came out[15] the boatswain looked at me hard. I recollect that that man’s name was Matthews. I asked some questions, but they had nothing to tell, except that the body had turned black.
“What manner of disease can it be that kills in this fashion?” said I. “If it’s the plague, we maybe all dead men in a week.”
“It’s no plague,” said the boatswain, in a voice that trembled with its own volume of sound.
“What is it?” I cried.
“Poison!” he shouted, and he dropped his clenched120 fist with the weight of a cannon-ball upon the table.
I looked at the second mate, who exclaimed, “The boatswain swears to the signs. He’s seen the like of that corpse in three English seamen who were poisoned up at Chusan.”
“Do you want to make out that both men have committed suicide?” I exclaimed.
“I want to make out that both men have been poisoned!” shouted the boatswain, in his voice of thunder.
There was a significance in the insolence121 of the fellow that confounded and alarmed me, and the meaning was deepened by the second mate allowing his companion to address me in this roaring, affronting122 way without reproof123. I hoped that the man had been drinking, and that the second mate was too stupid with horror to heed124 his behaviour to me, and without giving[16] either of them another word I walked to my cabin and lay down.
I have no space here to describe the wild and terrifying fancies which ran in my head. For some while I heard the boatswain and the second mate conversing125, but the cabin bulkhead was stout126, the straining and washing noises all about the helm heavy and continuous, and I caught not a syllable127 of what they said. At what hour I fell asleep I cannot tell; when I awoke my cabin was full of the sunshine that streamed in through the stern window. I dressed, and took hold of the handle of the door, and found myself a prisoner. Not doubting I was locked up in error, I shook the door, and beat upon it, and called out loudly to be released. After a few minutes the door was opened, and the second mate stood in the threshold. He exclaimed—
“Mr. West, it’s the wish of the men that you should be locked up. I’m no party to the job—but they’re resolved. I’ll tell you plainly what they think: they believe you’ve had a hand in the death of the captain and the chief mate—the bo’sun’s put that into their heads; I’m the only navigator left, and they’re afraid you’ll try your hand on me if you have your liberty. You’ll be regularly fed and properly seen to; but it’s the crew’s will that you stop here.”
With that, and without giving me time to utter a word, he closed and secured the door. I leaned against the bulkhead and sought to rally my wits, but I own that for a long while I was as one whose mind comes[17] slowly to him after he has been knocked down insensible. I never for an instant supposed that the crew really believed me guilty of poisoning the captain and chief mate: I concluded that the men had mutinied, and arranged with Mr. Bonner to run away with the ship, and that I should remain locked up in my cabin until they had decided128 what to do with me.
By-and-by the door was opened, and the young steward put a tray containing some breakfast upon the cabin deck. He was but a mule129 of a boy, and I guessed that nothing but what might still further imperil me could come of my questioning him, so in silence I watched him put down the tray and depart. The meal thus sent to me was plentiful130, and I drew some small heart out of the attention. Whilst I ate and drank, I heard sounds in the adjoining berth, and presently gathered that they were preparing the body of the chief mate for its last toss over the side. After a bit they went on deck with the corpse, and then all was still in the cabin. I knew by the light of the sun that the vessel was still heading on her course for England. It was a bright morning, with a wild windy sparkle in as much of the weather as I could see through the cabin window. The plunge of the ship’s stern brought the water in a roar of milky131 froth all about the counter close under me, and the frequent jar of rudder and jump of wheel assured me that the barque was travelling fast through the seas.
What, in God’s name, did the men mean by keeping[18] me a prisoner? Did they think me a madman? Or that I, whose life together with theirs depended upon the safe navigation of the barque, would destroy those who alone could promise me security? And what had slain132 the two men? If poison, who had administered it? One man might have died by his own hand, but not both. And since both had perished from the same cause, self-murder was not to be thought of. What was it, then, that had killed them, visiting them in their sleep, and discolouring, bloating, convulsing, and destroying them in a few hours? Was it some deadly malady subtly lurking133 in the atmosphere of the after part of the vessel? If so, then I might be the next to be taken. Or was there some devilish murderer lying secretly hidden? Or was one of the crew the doer of these things? I seemed to smell disease and death, and yearned134 for the freedom of the deck, and for the sweetness of the wide, strong rush of wind.
The day passed. The second mate never visited me. The lad arrived with my meals, and when he came with my supper I asked him some questions, but obtained no more news than that the second mate had taken up his quarters in the adjoining berth as acting135 captain, and that the boatswain was keeping watch and watch with him.
I got but little rest that night. It blew hard, and the pitching of the vessel was unusually heavy. Then, again, I was profoundly agitated136 and in deep distress of mind; for, supposing the men in earnest, it was not[19] only horrible to be thought capable of murder, there was the prospect137 of my being charged and of having to clear my character. Or, supposing the men’s suspicion or accusation138 a villainous pretext139, how would they serve me? Would they send me adrift, or set me ashore140 to perish on some barren coast, or destroy me out of hand? You will remember that I am writing of an age when seafaring was not as it now is. The pirate and the slaver were still afloat doing a brisk business. There often went a desperate spirit in ships’ forecastles, and the maritime141 records of the time abound142 with tragic narratives143 of revolt, seizure144, cruelty of a ferocious145 sort.
Another day and another night went by, and I was still locked up in my cabin, and, saving the punctual arrival of the lad with my meals, no man visited me.
Some time about eight o’clock on the morning of the third day of my confinement146, I was looking through the cabin window at the space of grey and foaming147 sea and sallow flying sky which came and went in the square of the aperture148 with the lift and fall of the barque’s stern, when my cabin door was struck upon, and in a minute afterwards opened, and the boatswain appeared.
“Mr. West,” said he, after looking at me for a moment in silence with a face whose expression was made up of concern and fear and embarrassment149, “I’ve come on my own part, and on the part of the men, sir, to ask your pardon for our treatment of you. We was mistook. And our fears made us too willing to believe[20] that you had a hand in it. We dunno what it is now, but as Jesus is my God, Mr. West, the second mate he lies dead of the same thing in the next cabin!”
I went past him too stupefied to speak, and in a blind way sat down at the cabin table and leaned my head against my hand. Presently I looked up, and on lifting my eyes I caught sight of two or three sailors staring down with white faces through the skylight.
“You tell me that the second mate’s dead?” said I.
“Yes, sir, dead of poison, too, so help me God!” cried the boatswain.
“Who remains150 to navigate151 the ship?” I said.
“That’s it, sir!” he exclaimed, “unless you can do it?”
“Not I. There’s no man amongst you more ignorant. May I look at the body?”
He opened the door of the cabin in which the others had died, and there, in the bunk from which the bodies of Captain Joyce and Mr. Stroud had been removed, lay now the blackened corpse of the second mate. It was an awful sight and a passage of time horrible with the mystery which charged it. I felt no rage at the manner in which I had been used by that dead man there and the hurricane-lunged seaman152 alongside of me and the fellows forward; I could think of nothing but the mystery of the three men’s deaths, the lamentable153 plight154 we were all in through our wanting a navigator, with the chance, moreover, that it was the plague, and not poison mysteriously given, that had killed the[21] captain and mates, so that all the rest of us, as I have said, might be dead men in another week.
I returned to the cabin, and the boatswain joined me, and we stood beside the table conversing, anxiously watched by several men who had stationed themselves at the skylight.
“What we’ve got to do,” said I, “is to keep a bright look-out for ships, and borrow some one to steer155 us home from the first vessel that will lend us a navigator. We’re bound to fall in with something soon. Meanwhile, you’re a smart seaman yourself, Matthews, as well qualified156 as any one of them who have died to sail the ship, and there’s surely some intelligent sailor amongst the crew who would relieve you in taking charge of the deck. I’ll do all I can.”
“The question is, where’s the vessel now?” said the boatswain.
“Fetch me the log-book,” said I, “and see if you can find the chart they’ve been using to prick157 the courses off on. We should be able to find out where the ship was at noon yesterday. I can’t enter that cabin. The sight of the poor fellow makes me sick.”
He went to the berth and passed through the door, and might have left me about five minutes, evidently hunting for the chart, when he suddenly rushed out, roaring in his thunderous voice, “I’ve discovered it! I’ve discovered it!” and fled like a madman up the companion steps. I was startled almost to the very stopping of my heart by this sudden furious wild[22] behaviour in him: then wondering what he meant by shouting “he had discovered it!” I walked to the cabin door, and the very first thing my eye lighted upon was a small snake, leisurely158 coiling its way from the head to the feet of the corpse. Its middle was about the thickness of a rifle-barrel, and it then tapered159 to something like whipcord to its tail. It was about two feet long, snow white, and speckled with black and red spots.
This, then, was the phantom death! Yonder venomous reptile160 it was, then, that, creeping out of some secret hiding-place, and visiting the unhappy men one after another, had stung them in their sleep, in the darkness of the cabin, and vanished before they had struck a light and realized indeed that something desperate had come to them!
Whilst I stood looking at the snake, whose horror seemed to gain fresh accentuation from the very beauty of its snow-white speckled skin and diamond-bright eyes, the boatswain, armed with a long handspike, and followed by a number of the crew, came headlong to the cabin. He thrust the end of the handspike under the belly161 of the creature, and hove it into the middle of the berth.
“Stand clear!” he roared, and with a blow or two smashed the reptile’s head into a pulp163. “Open that cabin window,” said he. One of the men did so, and the boatswain with his boot scraped the mess of mashed162 snake on to the handspike and shook it overboard.
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“I told you they was poisoned,” he cried, breathing deep; “and, oh my God, Mr. West—and I humbly164 ask your pardon again for having suspected ye—do you know, sir, whilst I was a-talking to you just now I was actually thinking of taking up my quarters in this here cabin this very night.”
Thus much: and now to end this singular experience in a sentence or two. Three days after the discovery of the snake we sighted and signalled a large English merchantman bound to London from the Rio de la Plata. Her chief officer came aboard, and we related our story. He asked to see the snake. We told him we had thrown it overboard. On my describing it, he informed me that he guessed it was the little poisonous reptile known in certain districts of South America as the Ibiboboko. He returned to his ship, and shortly afterwards the commander sent us his third officer, with instructions to keep in company as long as possible.
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