There was yet another gathering1 of human beings on the wind-swept surface of the Atlantic that evening, to whose minds the minutes and hours were going by with no small burden of anxiety to carry.
Not an anxiety, perhaps, as great as that of the three families over there on the shore of the bay, or even of the three boys tossing along through the fog in their bubble of a yacht; but the officers, and not a few of the passengers and crew, of the great iron-builded ocean-steamer were any thing but easy about the way their affairs were looking. It would have been so much more agreeable if they could have looked at them at all.
Had they no pilot on board?
To be sure they had, for he had come on board in the usual way, as they drew near their intended port; but they had somehow seemed to bring that fog along with them, and the captain had a half-defined suspicion that neither the pilot nor he himself knew exactly where they now were. That is a bad condition for a great ship to be in at any time, and especially when it was drawing so near a coast which calls for good seamanship and skilful2 pilotage in the best of weather.
The captain would not for any thing have confessed his doubt to the pilot, nor the pilot his to the captain; and that was where the real danger lay, after all. If they could only have choked down their pride, and permitted themselves to talk of their possible peril3, it would very likely have disappeared. That is, they could at least have decided4 to stop the vessel5 till they were rid of their doubt.
The steamer was French, and her captain a French naval6 officer; and it is possible he and the pilot did not understand each other any too well.
It was a matter of course that the speed of the ship should be somewhat lessened7, under such circumstances; but it would have been a good deal wiser not to have gone on at all. Not to speak of the shore they were nearing, they might be sure they were not the only craft steaming or sailing over those busy waters; and vessels8 have sometimes been known to run against one another in a fog as thick as that. Something could be done by way of precaution in that direction, and lanterns with bright colors were freely swung out; but the fog was likely to diminish their usefulness somewhat. They took away a little of the gloom; but none of the passengers were in a mood to go to bed, with the end of their voyage so near, and they all seemed disposed to discuss the fog, if not the general question of mists and their discomforts9. All of them but one, and he a boy.
A boy of about Dab10 Kinzer's age, slender and delicate-looking, with curly light-brown hair, blue eyes, and a complexion11 which would have been fair, but for the traces it bore of a hotter climate than that of either France or America. He seemed to be all alone, and to be feeling very lonely that night; and he was leaning over the rail, peering out into the mist, humming to himself a sweet, wild air in a strange but exceedingly musical tongue.
Very strange. Very musical.
Perhaps no such words had ever before gone out over that part of the Atlantic; for Frank Harley was a missionary's son, "going home to be educated;" and the sweet, low-voiced song was a Hindustanee hymn12 which his mother had taught him in far-away India.
Suddenly the hymn was cut short by the hoarse13 voice of the "lookout," as it announced,—
"A white light, close aboard, on the windward bow."
That was rapidly followed by even hoarser14 hails, replied to by a voice which was clear and strong enough, but not hoarse at all. The next moment something, which was either a white sail or a ghost, came slipping along through the fog, and then the conversation did not require to be shouted any longer. Frank could even hear one person say to another out there in the mist, "Ain't it a big thing, Ford15, that you know French? I mean to study it when we get home."
"It's as easy as eating. Dab, shall I tell 'em we've got some fish?"
"Of course. We'll sell 'em the whole cargo16."
"Sell them? Why not make them a present?"
"We may need the money to get home with. They're a splendid lot. Enough for the whole cabin-full."
"Dat's a fack. Cap'in Dab Kinzer's de sort ob capt'in fo' me, he is!"
"How much, then?"
"Twenty-five dollars for the lot. They're worth it,—specially if we lose Ham's boat."
Dab's philosophy was a little out of gear; but a perfect rattle17 of questions and answers followed in French, and, somewhat to Frank Harley's astonishment18, the bargain was promptly19 concluded. Fresh fish, just out of the water, were a particularly pleasant arrival to people who had been ten days out at sea.
How were they to get them on board? Nothing easier, since the little "Swallow" could run along so nicely under the stern of the great steamer, after a line was thrown her; and a large basket was swung out at the end of a long, slender spar, with a pulley to lower and raise it.
There was fun in the loading of that basket: but even the boys from Long Island were astonished at the number and size of the fine, freshly-caught blue-fish, to which they were treating the hungry passengers of the "Prudhomme;" and the basket had to go and come again and again.
The steamer's steward20, on his part, avowed21 that he had never before met so honest a lot of Yankee fishermen. Perhaps not; for high prices and short weight are apt to go together, where "luxuries" are selling. The pay itself was handed out in the same basket which went for the fish, and then "The Swallow" was again cast loose.
The wind was not nearly so high as it had been, and the sea had for some time been going down.
Twenty minutes later Frank Harley heard,—for he understood French very well,—
"Hullo, the boat! What are you following us for?"
"Oh! we won't run you down. Don't be alarmed. We've lost our way out here, and we're going to follow you in. Hope you know where you are."
There was a cackle of surprise and laughter among the steamer's officers, in which Frank and some of the passengers joined; and the saucy22 little "fishing-boat" came steadily23 on in the wake of her gigantic tide.
"This is grand for us," remarked Dab Kinzer to Ford, as he kept his eyes on the after-lantern of the "Prudhomme." "They pay all our pilot-fees."
"But they're going to New York."
"So are we, if to-morrow doesn't come out clear, and with a good wind to go home by."
"It's better than crossing the Atlantic in the dark, anyhow. But what a steep price we got for those fish!"
"They're always ready to pay well for such things at the end of a voyage," said Dab. "I expected, though, they'd try and beat us down a peg24. They generally do. We didn't get much more than the fair market price, after all, only we got rid of our whole catch at one sale."
That was a good deal better than fishermen are apt to do.
Hour followed hour; and "The Swallow" followed the steamer, and the fog followed them both so closely, that sometimes even Dick Lee's keen eyes could with difficulty make out the "Prudhomme's" light. And now Ford Foster ventured to take a bit of a nap, so sure did he feel that all the danger was over, and that Captain Kinzer was equal to what Dick Lee called the "nagivation" of that yacht How long he had slept, he could not have guessed but he was awakened25 by a great cry from out the mist beyond them, and by the loud exclamation26 of Captain Kinzer, still at the tiller,—
"I believe she's run ashore27!"
It was a loud cry, indeed, and there was good reason for it. Well was it for all on board the great steamer, that she was running no faster at the time and that there was no hurricane of a gale28 to make things worse for her. Pilot and captain had both together missed their reckoning,—neither of them could ever afterward29 tell how,—and there they were, stuck fast in the sand, with the noise of breakers ahead of them, and the dense30 fog all around.
Frank Harley peered anxiously over the rail again but he could not have complained that he was "wrecked32 in sight of shore," for the steamer was any thing but a wreck31 as yet, and there was no shore in sight.
"It's an hour to sunrise," said Dab to Ford, after the latter had managed to comprehend the situation. "We may as well run farther in, and see what we can see."
It must have been aggravating33 to the people on board the steamer, to see that little cockle-shell of a yacht dancing safely along over the shoal on which their "leviathan" had struck, and to hear Ford Foster sing out, "If we'd known you meant to run in here, we'd have followed some other pilot."
"They're in no danger at all," said Dab, "If their own boats don't take 'em all ashore, the coast-wreckers will."
"The government life-savers, I s'pose you mean."
"Yes: they're all alongshore, here, everywhere. Hark! there goes the distress-gun. Bang away! It sounds a good deal more mad than scared."
So it did; and so they were,—captain, pilot, passengers, and all.
"Captain Kinzer" found that he could safely run in for a couple of hundred yards or so; but there were signs of surf beyond, and he had no anchor to hold on by. His only course was to tack34 back and forth35 as carefully as possible, and wait for daylight,—as the French sailors were doing, with what patience they could command.
In less than half an hour, however, a pair of long, graceful36, buoyant-looking life-boats, manned each with an officer and eight rowers, came shooting through the mist, in response to the repeated summons of the steamer's cannon37.
"It's all right, now," said Dab. "I knew they wouldn't be long in coming. Let's find out where we are."
That was easy enough. The steamer had gone ashore on a sand-bar, a quarter of a mile from the beach, and a short distance from Seabright on the New Jersey38 coast; and there was no probability of any worse harm coming to her than the delay in her voyage, and the cost of pulling her out from the sandy bed into which she had so blindly thrust herself. The passengers would, most likely, be taken ashore with their baggage, and sent on to the city overland.
"In fact," said Ford Foster, "a sand-bar isn't as bad for a steamer as a pig is for a locomotive."
"The train you were wrecked in," said Dab, "was running fast. Perhaps the pig was. Now, the sandbar was standing39 still, and the steamer was going slow. My! What a crash there'd have been if she'd been running ten or twelve knots an hour, with a heavy sea on!"
By daylight there were plenty of other craft around, including yachts and sail-boats from Long Branch, and "all along shore;" and the Long Island boys treated the occupants of these as if they had sent for them, and were glad to see them.
"Seems to me you're inclined to be a little inquisitive40, Dab," said Ford, as his friend peered sharply into and around one craft after another; but just then Dabney sang out,—
"Hullo, Jersey, what are you doing with two grapnels? Is that boat of yours balky?"
"Mind yer eye, youngster. They're both mine, I reckon."
"You might sell me one cheap," continued Dab, "considering how you got 'em. Give you ten cents for the big one."
Ford thought he understood the matter now, and he said nothing; but the "Jersey wrecker" had "picked up" both of those anchors, one time and another, and had no sort of objection to "talking trade."
"Ten cents! Let you have it for fifty dollars."
"Is it gold, or only silver gilt41?"
"Pure gold, my boy; but, seem' it's you, I'll let you have it for ten dollars."
"Take your pay in clams42?"
"Oh, hush43! I hain't no time to gabble. Mebbe I'll git a job here, 'round this yer wreck. If you reelly want that there grapn'I, wot'll you gimme?"
"Five dollars, gold, take it or leave it," said Dab, pulling out a coin from the money he had received for his bluefish.
In three minutes more "The Swallow" was furnished with a much larger and better anchor than the one she had lost the day before; and Dick Lee exclaimed, "It jes' takes Cap'n Kinzer!"
For some minutes before this, as the light grew clearer and the fog lifted a little, Frank Harley had been watching them from the rail of the "Prudhomme," and wondering if all the fisher-boys in America dressed as well as these two.
"Hullo, you!" was the greeting which now came to his ears. "Go ashore in my boat?"
"Not till I've eaten some of your fish for breakfast," said Frank.
"What's your name?"
"Captain Dabney Kinzer, of 'most anywhere on Long Island. What's yours?"
"Frank Harley of Rangoon."
"I declare," almost shouted Ford Foster, "if you're not the chap my sister Annie told me of! You're going to Albany, to my uncle Joe Hart's, ain't you?"
"Yes, to Mr. Hart's, and then to Grantley to school."
"That's it. Well, then, you can just come along with us. Get your kit44 out of your state-room. We can send over to the city after the rest of your baggage, after it gets in."
"Along with you! Where?"
"To my father's house, instead of ashore among those hotel people, and other wreckers. The captain'll tell you it's all right."
Frank had further questions to ask before he was satisfied as to whose hands he was about to fall into; and the whole arrangement was, no doubt, a little irregular. So was the present position of the "Prudhomme" herself, however; and all landing rules were a trifle out of joint45 by reason of that circumstance. So the steamer authorities listened to Frank's request when he made it, and gruffly granted it.
"The Swallow" lay quietly at her new anchor while her passenger to be was completing his preparations to board her. Part of them consisted of a hearty46 breakfast,—fresh bluefish, broiled47; and while he was eating it the crew of the yacht made a deep hole in what remained of their own supplies. Nobody who had seen them eat would have suspected that their long night at sea had interfered48 with their appetites. In fact, each of them remarked to the others that it had not, so far as he was concerned.
"We'll make a good run," said Dab. "It'll be great!"
"What?" said Ford, in some astonishment; "ain't you going to New York at all?"
"What for?"
"I thought that was what you meant to do. Shall you sail right straight home?"
"Why not? If we could do that distance at night, and in a storm, I guess we can in a day of such splendid weather as this, with the wind just right too."
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