“So, sir, it seems that you’ve set your heart on learning something of everything?”
The man who said this was a tall and rugged2 professional diver. He to whom it was said was Edgar Berrington, our hero, a strapping3 youth of twenty-one.
“Well—yes, I have set my heart upon something of that sort, Baldwin,” answered the youth. “You see, I hold that an engineer ought to be practically acquainted, more or less, with everything that bears, even remotely, on his profession; therefore I have come to you for some instruction in the noble art of diving.”
“You’ve come to the right shop, Mister Edgar,” replied Baldwin, with a gratified look. “I taught you to swim when you wasn’t much bigger than a marlinespike, an’ to make boats a’most before you could handle a clasp-knife without cuttin’ your fingers, an’ now that you’ve come to man’s estate nothin’ll please me more than to make a diver of you. But,” continued Baldwin, while a shade clouded his wrinkled and weatherbeaten visage, “I can’t let you go down in the dress without leave. I’m under authority, you know, and durstn’t overstep—”
“Don’t let that trouble you,” interrupted his companion, drawing a letter from his pocket; “I had anticipated that difficulty, and wrote to your employers. Here is their answer, granting me permission to use their dresses.”
“All right, sir,” said Baldwin, returning the letter without looking at it; “I’ll take your word for it, sir, as it’s not much in my line to make out the meanin’ o’ pot-hooks and hangers4.—Now, then, when will you have your first lesson?”
“The sooner the better.”
“Just so,” said the diver, looking about him with a thoughtful air.
The apartment in which the man and the youth conversed5 was a species of out-house or lumber-room which had been selected by Baldwin for the stowing away of his diving apparatus6 and stores while these were not in use at the new pier7 which was in process of erection in the neighbouring harbour. Its floor was littered with snaky coils of india-rubber tubing; enormous boots with leaden soles upwards9 of an inch thick; several diving helmets, two of which were of brightly polished metal, while the others were more or less battered10, dulled, and dinted by hard service in the deep. The walls were adorned11 with large damp india-rubber dresses, which suggested the idea of baby-giants who had fallen into the water and been sent off to bed while their costumes were hung up to dry. In one corner lay several of the massive breast and back weights by which divers12 manage to sink themselves to the bottom of the sea; in another stood the chest containing the air-pump by means of which they are enabled to maintain themselves alive in that uncomfortable position; while in a third and very dark corner, an old worn-out helmet, catching13 a gleam from the solitary14 window by which the place was insufficiently15 lighted, seemed to glare enviously17 out of its goggle-eyes at its glittering successors. Altogether, what with the strange spectral18 objects and the dim light, there was something weird19 in the aspect of the place, that accorded well with the spirit of young Berrington, who, being a hero and twenty-one, was naturally romantic.
But let us pause here to assert that he was also practical—eminently so. Practicality is compatible with romance as well as with rascality20. If we be right in holding that romance is gushing21 enthusiasm, then are we entitled to hold that many methodical and practical men have been, are, and ever will be, romantic. Time sobers their enthusiasm a little, no doubt, but does by no means abate22 it, unless the object on which it is expended23 be unworthy.
Recovering from his thoughtful air, and repeating “Just so,” the diver added, “Well, I suppose we’d better begin wi’ them ’ere odds24 an’ ends about us.”
“Not so,” returned the youth quickly; “I have often seen the apparatus, and am quite familiar with it. Let us rather go to the pier at once. I’m anxious to go down.”
“Ah! Mister Edgar—hasty as usual,” said Baldwin, shaking his head slowly. “It’s two years since I last saw you, and I had hoped to find that time had quieted you a bit, but—. Well, well—now, look here: you think you’ve seen all my apparatus, an’ know all about it?”
“Not exactly all,” returned the youth, with a smile; “but you know I’ve often been in this store of yours, and heard you enlarge on most if not all of the things in it.”
“Yes—most, but not all, that’s where it lies, sir. You’ve often seen Siebe and Gorman’s dresses, but did you ever see this helmet made by Heinke and Davis?”
“No, I don’t think I ever did.”
“Or that noo helmet wi’ the speakin’-toobe made by Denayrouze and Company, an’ this dress made by the same?”
“No, I’ve seen none of these things, and certainly this is the first time I have heard of a speaking-tube for divers.”
“Well then, you see, Mister Edgar, you have something to larn here after all; among other things, that Denayrouze’s is not the first speakin’-toobe,” said Baldwin, who thereupon proceeded with the most impressive manner and earnest voice to explain minutely to his no less earnest pupil the various clever contrivances by which the several makers25 sought to render their apparatus perfect.
With all this, however, we will not trouble the reader, but proceed at once to the port, where diving operations were being carried on in connection with repairs to the breakwater.
On their way thither26 the diver and his young companion continued their conversation.
“Which of the various dresses do you think the best?” asked Edgar.
“I don’t know,” answered Baldwin.
“Ah, then you are not bigotedly27 attached to that of your employer—like some of your fraternity with whom I have conversed?”
“I am attached to Siebe and Gorman’s dress,” returned Baldwin, “but I am no bigot. I believe in every thing and every creature having good and bad points. The dress I wear and the apparatus I work seem to me as near perfection as may be, but I’ve lived too long in this world to suppose nobody can improve on ’em. I’ve heard men who go down in the dresses of other makers praise ’em just as much as I do mine, an’ maybe with as good reason. I believe ’em all to be serviceable. When I’ve had more experience of ’em I’ll be able to say which I think the best.—I’ve got a noo hand on to-day,” continued Baldwin, “an’ as he’s goin’ down this afternoon for the first time, so you’ve come at a good time. He’s a smart young man, but I’m not very hopeful of him, for he’s an Irishman.”
“Come, old fellow,” said Edgar, with a laugh, “mind what you say about Irishmen. I’ve got a dash of Irish blood in me through my mother, and won’t hear her countrymen spoken of with disrespect. Why should not an Irishman make a good diver?”
“Because he’s too excitable, as a rule,” replied Baldwin. “You see, Mister Edgar, it takes a cool, quiet, collected sort of man to make a good diver, and Irishmen ain’t so cool as I should wish. Englishmen are better, but the best of all are Scotchmen. Give me a good, heavy, raw-boned lump of a Scotchman, who’ll believe nothin’ till he’s convinced, and accept nothin’ till it’s proved, who’ll argue with a stone wall, if he’s got nobody else to dispute with, in that slow sedate29 humdrum30 way that drives everybody wild but himself, who’s got an amazin’ conscience, but no nerves whatever to speak of—ah, that’s the man to go under water, an’ crawl about by the hour among mud and wreckage31 without gittin’ excited or makin’ a fuss about it if he should get his life-line or air-toobe entangled32 among iron bolts, smashed-up timbers, twisted wire-ropes, or such like.”
“Scotchmen should feel complimented by your opinion of them,” said Edgar.
“So they should, for I mean it,” replied Baldwin, “but I hope the Irishman will turn up a trump33 this time.—May I take the liberty of askin’ how you’re gittin’ on wi’ the engineering, Mister Edgar?”
“Oh, famously. That is to say, I’ve just finished my engagement with the firm of Steel, Bolt, Hardy34, and Company, and am now on the point of going to sea.”
Baldwin looked at his companion in surprise. “Going to sea!” he repeated, “why, I thought you didn’t like the sea?”
“You thought right, Baldwin, but men are sometimes under the necessity of submitting to what they don’t like. I have no love for the sea, except, indeed, as a beautiful object to be admired from the shore, but, you see, I want to finish my education by going a voyage as one of the subordinate engineers in an ocean-steamer, so as to get some practical acquaintance with marine35 engineering. Besides, I have taken a fancy to see something of foreign parts before settling down vigorously to my profession, and—”
“Well?” said Baldwin, as the youth made rather a long pause.
“Can you keep a secret, Baldwin, and give advice to a fellow who stands sorely in need of it?”
The youth said this so earnestly that the huge diver, who was a sympathetic soul, declared with much fervour that he could do both.
“You must know, then,” began Edgar with some hesitation36, “the fact is—you’re such an old friend, Baldwin, and took such care of me when I was a boy up to that sad time when I lost my father, and you lost an employer—”
“Ay, the best master I ever had,” interrupted the diver.
“That—that I think I may trust you; in short, Baldwin, I’m over head and ears with a young girl, and—and—”
“An’ your love ain’t requited—eh?” said Baldwin interrogatively, while his weatherbeaten face elongated37.
“No, not exactly that,” rejoined Edgar, with a laugh. “Aileen loves me almost, I believe, as well as I love her, but her father is dead against us. He scorns me because I am not a man of wealth.”
“What is he?” demanded Baldwin.
“A rich China merchant.”
“He’s more than that,” said Baldwin.
“Indeed!” said Edgar, with a surprised look; “what more is he?”
“He’s a goose!” returned the diver stoutly39.
“Don’t be too hard on him, Baldwin. Remember, I hope some day to call him father-in-law. But why do you hold so low an opinion of him?”
“Why, because he forgets that riches may, and often do, take to themselves wings and fly away, whereas broad shoulders, and deep chest, and sound limbs, and a good brain, usually last the better part of a lifetime; and a brave heart will last for ever.”
“I am afraid that I have yet to prove, to myself as well as to the old gentleman, that the brave heart is mine,” returned Edgar. “As to the physique—you may be so far right, but he evidently undervalues that.”
“I said nothing about physic,” returned Baldwin, who still frowned as he thought of the China merchant, “and the less that you and I have to do wi’ that the better. But what are you goin’ to do, sir?”
“That is just the point on which I want to have your advice. What ought I to do?”
“Don’t run away with her, whatever you do,” said Baldwin emphatically.
The youth laughed slightly as he explained that there was no chance whatever of his doing that, because Aileen would never consent to run away or to disobey her father.
“Good—good,” said the diver, with still greater emphasis than before, “I like that. The gal41 that would sacrifice herself and her lover sooner than disobey her father—even though he is a goose—is made o’ the right stuff. If it’s not takin’ too great a liberty, Mister Edgar, may I ask what she’s like?”
“What she’s like—eh?” murmured the other, dropping his head as if in reverie, and stroking the dark shadow on his chin which was beginning to do duty for a beard. “Why, she—she’s like nothing that I ever saw on earth before.”
“No!” ejaculated Baldwin, elevating his eyebrows42 a little, as he said gravely, “what, not even like an angel?”
“Well, yes; but even that does not sufficiently16 describe her. She’s fair,”—he waxed enthusiastic here,—“surpassingly fair, with wavy43 golden tresses and blue eyes, and a bright complexion44 and a winning voice, and a sylph-like figure and a thinnish but remarkably45 pretty face—”
“Ah!” interrupted Baldwin, with a sigh, “I know: just like my missus.”
“Why, my good fellow,” cried Edgar, unable to restrain a fit of laughter, “I do not wish to deny the good looks of Mrs Baldwin, but you know that she’s uncommonly46 ruddy and fat and heavy, as well as fair.”
“Ay, an’ forty, if you come to that,” said the diver. “She’s fourteen stun47 if she’s an ounce; but let me tell you, Mister Edgar, she wasn’t always heavy. There was a time when my Susan was as trim and taut48 and clipper-built as any Aileen that ever was born.”
“I have no doubt of it whatever,” returned the youth, “but I was going to say, when you interrupted me, it is her eyes that are her strong point—her deep, liquid, melting blue eyes, that look at you so earnestly, and seem to pierce—”
“Ay, just so,” interrupted the diver; “pierce into you like a gimblet, goin’ slap agin the retina, turnin’ short down the jugular49, right into the heart, where they create an agreeable sort o’ fermentation. Oh! Don’t I know?—my Susan all over!”
Edgar’s amusement was tinged50 slightly with disgust at the diver’s persistent51 comparisons. However, mastering his feelings, he again demanded advice as to what he should do in the circumstances.
“You han’t told me the circumstances yet,” said the diver quietly.
“Well, here they are. Old Mr Hazlit—”
“What! Hazlit? Miss Hazlit, is that her name?” cried Baldwin, with a look of pleased surprise.
“Yes, do you know her?”
“Know her? Of course I do. Why, she visits the poor in my district o’ the old town—you know I’m a local preacher among the Wesleyans—an’ she’s one o’ the best an’ sweetest—ha! Angel indeed! I’m glad she wasn’t made an angel of, for it would have bin8 the spoilin’ of a splendid woman. Bless her!”
The diver spoke28 with much enthusiasm, and the young man smiled as he said, “Of course I add Amen to your last words.—Well then,” he continued, “Aileen’s father has refused to allow me to pay my addresses to his daughter. He has even forbidden me to enter his house, or to hold any intercourse52 whatever with her. This unhappy state of things has induced me to hasten my departure from England. My intention is to go abroad, make a fortune, and then return to claim my bride, for the want of money is all that the old gentleman objects to. I cannot bear the thought of going away without saying good-bye, but that seems now unavoidable, for he has, as I have said, forbidden me the house.”
Edgar looked anxiously at his companion’s face, but received no encouragement there, for Baldwin kept his eyes on the ground, and shook his head slowly.
“If the old gentleman has forbid you his house, of course you mustn’t go into it. However, it seems to me that you might cruise about the house and watch till Sus— Aileen, I mean—comes out; but I don’t myself quite like the notion of that either, it don’t seem fair an’ above-board like.”
“You are right,” returned Edgar. “I cannot consent to hang about a man’s door, like a thief waiting to pounce54 on his treasure when it opens. Besides, he has forbidden Aileen to hold any intercourse with me, and I know her dear nature too well to subject it to a useless struggle between duty and inclination55. She is certain to obey her father’s orders at any cost.”
“Then, sir,” said Baldwin decidedly, “you’ll just have to go afloat without sayin’ good-bye. There’s no help for it, but there’s this comfort, that, bein’ what she is, she’ll like you all the better for it.—Now, here we are at the pier. Boat a-hoy-oy!”
In reply to the diver’s hail a man in a punt waved his hand, and pulled for the landing-place.
A few strokes of the oar53 soon placed them on the deck of a large clumsy vessel56 which lay anchored off the entrance to the harbour. This was the diver’s barge57, which exhibited a ponderous58 crane with a pendulous59 hook and chain in the place where its fore-mast should have been. Several men were busied about the deck, one of whom sat clothed in the full dress of a diver, with the exception of the helmet, which was unscrewed and lay on the deck near his heavily-weighted feet. The dress was wet, and the man was enjoying a quiet pipe, from all which Edgar judged that he was resting after a dive. Near to the plank60 on which the diver was seated there stood the chest containing the air-pumps. It was open, the pumps were in working order, with two men standing61 by to work them. Coils of india-rubber tubing lay beside it. Elsewhere were strewn about stones for repairing the pier, and various building tools.
“Has Machowl come on board yet?” asked Baldwin, as he stepped on the deck. “Ah, I see he has.—Well, Rooney lad, are you prepared to go down?”
“Yis, sur, I am.”
Rooney Machowl, who stepped forward as he spoke, was a fine specimen62 of a man, and would have done credit to any nationality. He was about the middle height, very broad and muscular, and apparently63 twenty-three years of age. His countenance64 was open, good-humoured, and good-looking, though by no means classic—the nose being turned-up, the eyes small and twinkling, and the mouth large.
“Have you ever seen anything of this sort before?” asked Baldwin, with a motion of his hand towards the diving apparatus scattered65 on the deck.
“No sur, nothin’.”
“Was you bred to any trade?”
“Yis, sur, I’m a ship-carpenter.”
“An’ why don’t you stick to that?”
“Bekase, sur, it won’t stick to me. There’s nothin’ doin’ apparently in this poort. Annyhow I can’t git work, an’ I’ve a wife an’ chick at home, who’ve bin so long used to praties and bacon that their stummicks don’t take kindly66 to fresh air fried in nothin’. So ye see, sur, findin’ it difficult to make a livin’ above ground, I’m disposed to try to make it under water.”
While Rooney Machowl was speaking Baldwin regarded him with a fixed67 and critical gaze. What his opinion of the recruit was did not, however, appear on his countenance or in his reply, for he merely said, “Humph! Well, we’ll see. You’ll begin your education in your noo profession by payin’ partikler attention to all that is said an’ done around you.”
“Yis, sur,” returned Machowl, respectfully touching69 the peak of his cap and wrinkling his forehead very much, while he looked on at the further proceedings70 of the divers with that expression of deep earnest sincerity71 of attention which—whether assumed or genuine—is only possible to the countenance of an Irishman.
During this colloquy72 the two men standing by the pump-case, and two other men who appeared to be supernumeraries, listened with much interest, but the diver seated on the plank, resting and calmly smoking his pipe, gazed with apparent indifference73 at the sea, from which he had recently emerged.
This man was a very large fellow, with a dark surly countenance—not exactly bad in expression, but rather ill-tempered-looking. His diving-dress being necessarily very wide and baggy74, made him seem larger than he really was—indeed, quite gigantic. The dress was made of very thick india-rubber cloth, and all—feet, legs, body, and arms—was of one piece, so perfectly75 secured at the seams as to be thoroughly76 impervious77 to air or water. To get into it was a matter of some difficulty, the entrance being effected at the neck. When this neck is properly attached to the helmet, the diver is thoroughly cut off from the external world, except through the air-tube communicating with his helmet and the pump afore mentioned.
“Have ye got the hole finished, Maxwell?” said Baldwin, turning to the surly diver.
“Yes,” he replied shortly.
“Well, then, go down and fix the charge. Here it is,” said Baldwin, taking from a wooden case an object about eighteen inches long, which resembled a large office-ruler that had been coated thickly with pitch. It was an elongated shell filled to the muzzle78 with gunpowder79. To one end of it was fastened the end of a coil of wire which was also coated with some protecting substance.
As Baldwin spoke Maxwell slowly puffed80 the last “draw” from his lips and knocked the ashes out of his pipe on the plank, on which he still remained seated while the two supernumeraries busied themselves in completing his toilet for him; one screwing on his helmet, which appeared ridiculously large, the other loading his breast and back with two heavy leaden weights. When fully68 equipped, the diver carried on his person a weight fully equal to that of his own bulky person.
“Now look here, Mister Edgar, an’ pay partikler attention, Rooney Machowl. This here toobe, made of indyrubber, d’ee see? (‘Yis, sur,’ from Rooney) I fix on, as you perceive, to the back of Maxwell’s helmet. It communicates with that there pump, and when these two men work the pump, air will be forced into the helmet and into the dress down to his very toes. We could bu’st him, if we were so disposed, if it wasn’t for an escape-valve, here close beside the air-toobe, at the back of the helmet, which keeps lettin’ off the surplus air. Moreover, there is another valve, here in front of the breast-plate, which is under the control of the diver, so that he can let air escape by givin’ it a half-turn when the men at the pumps are givin’ him too much, or he can keep it in when they’re givin’ him enough.”
“An’ what does he do,” asked Rooney, with an anxious expression, “whin they give him too little?”
“He pulls on the air-pipe,—as I’ll explain to you in good time—the proper signal for ‘more air.’”
“But what if he forgits, or misremimbers the signal?” asked the inquisitive81 recruit.
“Why then,” replied Baldwin, “he suffocates82, and we pull him up dead, an’ give him decent burial. Keep yourself easy, my lad, an’ you’ll know all about it in good time. I’ll soon give ’ee the chance to suffocate83 or bu’st yourself accordin’ to taste.”
“Come, cut it short and look alive,” said Maxwell gruffly, as he stood up to permit of a stout38 rope being fastened to his waist.
“You shut up!” retorted Baldwin.
Having exchanged these little civilities the two divers moved to the side of the barge—Maxwell with a slow ponderous tread.
A short iron ladder dipped from the gunwale of the barge a few feet down into the sea. The diver stepped upon this, turning with his face inwards, descended85 knee-deep into the water, and then stopped. Baldwin handed him the blasting-charge. At the same moment one of the supernumeraries advanced with the front-glass or bull’s-eye in his hand, and the men at the pumps gave a turn or two to see that all was working well.
“All right?” demanded the supernumerary.
“Right,” responded Maxwell, in a voice which issued sepulchrally86 from the iron globe.
There are three round windows fitted with thick plate-glass in the helmets to which we refer. The front one is made to screw off and on, and the fixing of this is always the last operation in completing a diver’s toilet.
“Pump away,” said the man, holding the round glass in front of Maxwell’s nose, and looking over his shoulder to see that the order was obeyed. The glass was screwed on, and the man finished off by gravely patting Maxwell in an affectionate manner on the head.
“Why does he pat him so?” asked Edgar, with a laugh at the apparent tenderness of the act.
“It’s a tinder farewell, I suppose,” murmured Rooney, “in case he niver comes up again.”
“It is to let him know that he may now descend84 in safety,” answered Baldwin. “The pump there is kep’ goin’ from a few moments before the front-glass is screwed on till the diver shows his head above water again—which he’ll do in quarter of an hour or so, for it don’t take long to lay a charge; but our ordinary spell under water, when work is steady, is about four hours—more or less—with perhaps a breath of ten minutes once or twice at the surface when they’re working deep.”
“But why a breath at the surface?” asked Edgar. “Isn’t the air sent down fresh enough?”
“Quite fresh enough, Mister Edgar, but the pressure when we go deep—say ten or fifteen fathoms87—is severe on a man if long continued, so that he needs a little relief now and then. Some need more and some less relief, accordin’ to their strength. Maxwell has only gone down fifteen feet, so that he wouldn’t need to come up at all durin’ a spell of work. We’re goin’ to blast a big rock that has bin’ troublesome to us at low water. The hole was driven in it last week. We moored88 a raft over it and kep’ men at work with a long iron jumper that reached from the rock to the surface of the sea. It was finished last night, and now he’s gone to fix the charge.”
“But I don’t understand about the pressure, sur, at all at all,” said Machowl, with a complicated look of puzzlement; “sure whin I putt my hand in wather I don’t feel no pressure whatsomediver.”
“Of course not,” responded Baldwin, “because you don’t put it deep enough. You must know that our atmosphere presses on our bodies with a weight of about 20,000 pounds. Well, if you go thirty-two feet deep in the sea you get the pressure of exactly another atmosphere, which means that you’ve got to stand a pressure all over your body of 40,000 when you’ve got down as deep as thirty-two feet.”
“But,” objected Rooney, “I don’t fed no pressure of the atmosphere on me body at all.”
“That’s because you’re squeezed by the air inside of you, man, as well as by the atmosphere outside, which takes off the feelin’ of it, an’, moreover, you’re used to it. If the weight of our atmosphere was took off your outside and not took off your inside—your lungs an’ the like,—you’d come to feel it pretty strong, for you’d swell89 like a balloon an’ bu’st a’most, if not altogether.”
Baldwin paused a moment and regarded the puzzled countenance of his pupil with an air of pity.
“Contrairywise,” he continued, “if the air was all took out of your inside an’ allowed to remain on your outside, you’d go squash together like a collapsed90 indyrubber ball. Well then, if that be so with one atmosphere, what must it be with a pressure equal to two, which you have when you go down to thirty-two feet deep in the sea? An’ if you go down to twenty-five fathoms, or 150 feet, which is often done, what must the pressure be there?”
“Tightish, no doubt,” said Rooney.
“True, lad,” continued Joe. “Of course, to counteract91 this we must force more air down to you the deeper you go, so that the pressure inside of you may be a little more than the pressure outside, in order to force the foul92 air out of the dress through the escape-valve; and what between the one an’ the other your sensations are peculiar93, you may be sure.—But come, young man, don’t be alarmed. We’ll not send you down very deep at first. If some divers go down as deep as twenty-five fathoms, surely you’ll not be frightened to try two and a half.”
Whatever Rooney’s feelings might have been, the judicious94 allusion95 to the possibility of his being frightened was sufficient to call forth96 the emphatic40 assertion that he was ready to go down two thousand fathoms if they had ropes long enough and weights heavy enough to sink him!
While the recruit is preparing for his subaqueous experiments, you and I, reader, will go see what Maxwell is about at the bottom of the sea.
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