Let us return once more to the North Sea.
It was drawing towards the close of another fishing period, and the crew of the Evening Star were beginning to think of the pleasures of their week on shore when, one afternoon, their vessel1 found herself becalmed near to the Dutch man-trap—the vessel laden2 with that greatest of the world’s curses—strong drink.
It is usual, we believe, in ordinary warfare3, that, on the eve of a great battle, there should be preparations and indications, more or less obvious, of the coming fight; but it is not always so in spiritual warfare. Sometimes the hardest and most important battles of the Great War are fought on unselected ground, the assault having been delivered unexpectedly and when the soul was off its guard, or, perchance, when it was presuming on fancied security, and relying on its own might instead of the strength of the Lord. So it was at this time with David Bright, skipper of the Evening Star.
Who would have thought, as he sat that day on the rail of his little vessel, calmly looking out to the horizon in anticipation4 of a good fishing-breeze, that the mighty5 forces of Good and Evil were mustering6 unseen for a tremendous conflict, on which, perchance, the angels were permitted to look down with interest, and that the battle-field was to be the soul of that rugged7 fisherman of the North Sea! He knew not, little dreamed of, what was pending8; but the Captain of his salvation9 knew it all.
There was but one entrance to that battle-field—the gate of man’s Free-will. Through that portal the powers of darkness must enter if they gained admittance at all. Elsewhere the walls were high as heaven, deeper than hell, for, except at this point, the fortress10 was impregnable.
Yet, although David Bright knew not the power nor the number of the mighty forces that were marshalling, he was not entirely11 ignorant of the war that was going on. There had been some skirmishing already, in front of the gate, in which he had come off victorious12. The demon13 Habit had assaulted him more than once, and had pressed him sore; for a terrible thirst—such, it is said, as only confirmed drunkards understand—had more than once tormented14 him. When the first attack was made, the sturdy fisherman stood quietly on his deck with hands in pockets and eyes on the horizon, looking as if nothing were going on, and he smiled grimly as he muttered to himself rather than to the demon: “Lucky for me that I made Billy heave it overboard!”
“Oh! but,” said the demon, “you were a weak fool when you did that. There’s the Coper alongside now; go, get another keg. It is cheap, and you can just take a little drop to relieve that desperate craving15. Come, now, be a man, and show that you have powers of self-restraint. You have always boasted of the strength of your will, haven’t you? Show it now.”
“Ay, an’ prove the strength of my will,” replied David, with another grim smile, “by givin’ in to your will. No, devil! I am a fool, but not quite such a fool as that comes to.”
The demon fell back at that and left him.
On the next attack the skipper was worn-out with fatigue16 and watching. They had had a long spell of dirty weather. Work of the hardest kind—even for a hardy17 frame—had been done, and there was still work to do, and David’s great physical powers were well-nigh used up. The gear was down, and a stiff nor’-west breeze not only drove the smack18 over the surging waves, but caused her to plunge19 into them like a wild horse bridled20 and held back.
“You can’t hold out much longer at this rate,” whispered the demon. “Take a drop just by way of a medicine to keep you awake and tide you over this bout22; and, by good luck, your man Gunter has some grog left in that bottle he got yesterday from the Coper.”
“Billy,” said David, in a quiet voice, without deigning23 a reply to his foe24, “Billy, my lad, you fetch me a pot o’ coffee or tea—whatever’s ready, an’ let it be hot.”
“Yes, father,” said Billy, hastening smartly to obey, for he had a very slight suspicion of the conflict that was raging, though his conceptions were far, far short of the reality.
The demon received a staggering blow that time, and he slunk away scowling25 when he noted26 the gleam of satisfaction on the victor’s face as he handed back the empty pot to his son.
Warfare! yes, little do those who are “dead in trespasses27 and sins,” and those who swim gaily28 with the current of self-indulgence, know of the ferocious29 fights, the raging storms, that are going on all round them on battle-grounds which, to all outward appearance, are calm and undisturbed.
But we have said that this was merely skirmishing outside the gate.
It was not till the afternoon referred to at the beginning of this chapter that the grand assault was made.
On that day the skipper of the Evening Star had been subjected to more than ordinary troubles. In the first place, he had brought up a dead man in his net along with the fish—a by no means unknown incident in trawl-fishing experience, for bodies of men who have been washed out of vessels31 in gales32, or drowned in other ways, are sometimes entangled33 in the gear and brought to the surface. At other times bales and boxes—goods that have been cast away or wrecked—are fished up in this way.
Being in a depressed34 state of mind, the sight of the dead man made David uncomfortable for a time, but, having thrown the corpse35 overboard again, he soon forgot it. The next thing that happened was the fishing up of an enormous mass of wreckage36, which tore the net almost to pieces, and compelled him to bend on a new one. This was not only a heavy loss of itself, but entailed37 the loss of the fish that would otherwise have been in the net and poor David Bright, already at zero in his spirits, sank considerably38 below that point.
But the final disaster was reserved for a later hour. The new net had been shot, and one of the best banks of the fishing-ground had been gone over. The breeze which had carried the fleet along was just beginning to die down when the Admiral made the signal to haul up.
To work they went, therefore—all through the fleet—to hoist39 in the harvest of the deep.
It was slow and weary work, as well as hard, that hauling in of the great cable with its gear. Between two or three hours they laboured and toiled40 at it, while the thick veins42 stood out like cords on the men’s necks, and beads43 of perspiration44 trickled45 down their brows.
“It’s goin’ to be a big haul, father,” said Billy, as the crew stopped for a few moments to rest.
“P’r’aps another lump of wreck,” replied the skipper, somewhat bitterly.
“I hope not,” returned Billy, in a cheery voice, resuming his work of passing the warp46 down below as it came off the capstan.
At last the end of the bridle21 came inboard, and the fishermen knew that their toil41, for that time at least, was drawing to a close. Excitement of a mild type began to arise in the enthusiastic and hopeful among them.
“Now, boys, heave away,” said Joe Davidson, setting the example.
“It seems unwillin’ to come, don’t it,” growled47 Gunter.
“Dat’s ’cause him full ob fishes,” said Zulu; “heave away, boys—altogidder!”
He strained with all his might. So did the rest of the crew. Round went the capstan, and in a few minutes the great forty-eight feet beam appeared. This was soon hoisted48 up by means of tackle, and made fast to the side, and then began the hauling in—we might almost say clawing in—of the net, hand over hand, until the cod-end was visible near the surface. It now became evident that a grand haul had indeed been made, and that it had been the mere30 weight of the fish that had delayed them so long.
Great was the anxiety of course to secure the prize, and energetic the action displayed. Zulu, being the most active and cat-like, was ordered to pass a rope round the net to which a powerful double block was applied49.
“Haul away now, boys,” said the skipper, whose spirits were somewhat revived by the sight.
Soon the great balloon-shaped cod-end with its solid mass of fish rose slowly into the air, and some of the men laid hold to be ready to swing it inboard and deposit it on the deck, when, suddenly, the stout50 rope that bound the lower end of the bag gave way. The entire mass of fish dropped back into the sea, and sank to the bottom!
For a few seconds dead silence ensued, while the men glanced at the empty cod-end, and at each other. Then a terrible oath burst from John Gunter, and a sort of sigh broke from some of the others, as if words were incapable51 of expressing their feelings—as, indeed, they were! The skipper was standing52 by the companion-hatch at the moment with a handspike in his grasp. A deep-toned curse issued from his lips when the fish went down, and he dashed the handspike to the deck with fearful violence.
Once again, at this critical moment, the demon ventured to raise his head.
“The Coper’s close on the port bow!” he whispered; “go, drown it all in grog, man, and be jolly!”
Jolly! How many men have cast away their souls for the sake of what is implied in that little word!
And now, alas53! the gate of man’s Free-will was creaking on its hinges. No created power above or below could have moved that gate save the power of David Bright himself.
“Shove out the boat!” shouted the miserable54 man, with a fierceness of expression and tone that there was no misunderstanding. Poor Billy understood it well enough.
“Oh! no, father! Don’t do it father!” he cried in an entreating55 voice; but already the little boat was dancing on the waves alongside, with John Gunter in her.
“Jump in, Luke,” said Joe Davidson, hastily, for he was anxious that at least one trusty man should be of the party.
Luke jumped in at once, and was instantly followed by Billy. The painter was cast off, and they pulled towards the floating grog-shop.
The tempter received them with a hearty56 salute57.
“Cheap spirits an’ cheap baccy!” said John Gunter, as he sat on the rail of the Coper drinking the one and smoking the other, “that’s what I likes, an’ plenty of both.”
“That’s so, John,” returned David Bright, who sat beside him, and, having already drained several bumpers58 of the fiery59 fluid, had quite got over his troubles. “You an’ I are of the same mind, John; nevertheless you’re a great sulky-faced humbug60 for all that!”
“What d’ee mean by that?” demanded Gunter, who was becoming rapidly drunk and quarrelsome.
“What do I mean? why, I mean that you’re the best man in the smack, out o’ sight, an’ it’s a rare pity that your mother hasn’t got half-a-dozen more like you. If she had I’d man the Evening Star with your whole family. Here, give us a hold o’ your grapplin’-iron, old man.”
He seized Gunter’s fist as he spoke61, and gave it a shake so hearty and powerful, that he almost hurled62 that lover of cheap grog and baccy overboard.
“Hold on, skipper!” growled the fisherman, who was for a moment uncertain whether to return the friendly grasp or fight; but the fierce, wild, contemptuous laugh with which David Bright concluded the speech decided63 him.
“Y’you—you’re a jolly good fellow,” he stammered64; “here, fill up again.”
The poor skipper filled up again, and again, until his speech began to grow thick and unsteady.
“Yesh,” continued Gunter, doubling his fist and smiting65 his knee, “I do like sheap grog an’ sheap baccy, an’ the Coper’s the place to get ’em both. Ain’t it?”
He looked up sharply at the owner of the Coper, who stood in front of him, and who of course assented66 cheerfully to the question.
“Ain’t it?” he repeated still more sharply, turning to Luke Trevor, who sat close to him with a grave, anxious look. “Why don’t you drink?” he added.
“Because I don’t want to,” returned Luke, quietly.
“D–do–don’t want to,” returned Gunter, angrily—for it takes little to make some drunk men angry—“You don’t want to spend your money, you young miser—that’s what you m–mean. An’ yet it’s sheap enough, I’m sure. You’ll not git anything in the fleet so sheap as you will in the Coper.”
“There you are wrong,” returned Luke, decidedly. “You’ll get things cheaper aboard the mission-ship, for they’ll give you physic, an’ books, an good advice, and help as far as they can, all for nothing—which is cheaper than the Coper’s wares67.”
“Right you are, Luke. Pitch into him,” cried David Bright who was fast drinking himself into a state of madness.
“Father,” whispered Billy, with an anxious look, “don’t you think you’ve had enough?”
The reply to this was a tremendous cuff68 on the ear which sent the poor boy staggering backwards69, so that he nearly fell. Recovering himself he retired70 behind the Coper’s boat and tried to crush down the sobs71 that rose in his throat. He was to some extent successful, but a few tears that could not be restrained hopped72 over his sunburnt cheeks.
It was not pain, nor even the indignity73, that drew forth74 those tears and choking sobs, but the thought that the father he was so fond of had dealt the blow.
Meanwhile Luke Trevor, who felt that matters had reached a dangerous point, rose and went to the place where the boat’s painter had been tied. David Bright was sitting close to the spot.
“Don’t you think it is time we were going, skipper?” he said, respectfully, as he laid his hand on the rope.
“No, I don’t,” replied the skipper, sharply. “Leave go that rope.”
Luke hesitated. Instantly the enraged75 skipper leaped up and struck him a blow on the chest which knocked him down. At the same moment, observing that Gunter looked on with a leer of drunken amusement, he transferred his wrath76 to him, flung the remains77 of the spirits he had been drinking in the man’s face, and made a rush at him. Fortunately Gunter, who had risen, staggered and fell, so that the skipper missed his aim and tumbled over him. In a moment Gunter had regained78 his feet and prepared for combat, but his adversary’s head had struck on the side of the vessel, and he lay stunned79 and helpless on the deck.
Luke, who had recovered almost immediately, now assisted Gunter and Billy to raise the prostrate80 man. It was not an easy matter to handle one whose frame was so heavy, but with the assistance of the owner of the Coper they managed it.
“It’s only a slight cut,” said Billy, looking anxiously round at Trevor.
“Ay, lad, it ain’t the cut or the blow as keeps him down, but the grog. Come, we must git him aboard sharp. Haul up the boat Gunter, while I stop the leak in his skull81.”
With a kerchief, Luke soon bound up the slight wound that the wretched man had received, and then they tried to rouse him, but the effort was in vain. David did indeed recover sufficient intelligence to be able to bellow82 once or twice for more grog, but he could not be brought to the condition of helping83 himself in any way.
“What’ll we do, Luke?” asked Billy, in a tone and with a look of deep distress84, as the huge form of his father lay, a scarcely animate85 mass, on the deck at his feet. “We must get him aboard somehow.”
“Never fear, Billy, my boy,” said Luke, cheerfully, “we’ll get him aboard somehow. It’s not the first time I’ve had to do it. Come along, Gunter, lend a hand.”
“Not I!” said Gunter, with a drunken swagger. “I’m not goin’ for an hour or more.”
“Oh yes, you are,” returned Luke, dipping one of the Coper’s buckets over the side and pulling it up full of water.
“No, I ain’t. Who’ll make me?”
“I will,” said Luke, and he sent the contents of the bucket straight into his comrade’s face.
“Hooray!” shouted Billy, convulsed at once with delight and surprise at the suddenness of the act to say nothing of its violence. “Give it ’im, Luke—polish ’im off!”
Luke did not however, take the pugnacious86 boy’s advice; instead of awaiting the attack of the enraged Gunter, he ran laughing round the capstan and defied him to catch him. Gunter soon found, after bruising87 his shins and elbows, and stumbling over ropes, etcetera, that the effort was hopeless, and gave it up.
“But I’ll pay you off w’en I gits a hold of ’ee, Luke. You make sure o’ that,” he growled as he gave up the chase.
“All right, Gunter; I’ll give you a chance to-morrow, lad, if you’ll only bear a hand wi’ the skipper just now.”
Without another word Gunter, who was somewhat sobered by the cold bath, went to where the skipper lay, and attempted to raise him. Being joined by the others the skipper was rolled to the side of the vessel, and then lifted in a half-sitting position on to the rail, where he was held in the grasp of Gunter and the Coper’s skipper, while Luke and Billy, jumping into the boat, hauled it close under the spot.
There was what Billy called a “nasty jobble of a sea on,” so that many difficulties met in the job they had in hand. These may be best stated by the actors themselves.
“Now then, boy, haul up a bit—ever so little, there; too much; ease off a bit. Hold on!”
“All right Luke, but she pitches about so, that a feller can’t hit the exact spot.”
“Look out now, Gunter,” said Luke; “let ’im go so as he’ll come plump into my arms. Not too soon, else you’ll stand a chance o’ sendin’ us both through the bottom of the boat.”
“No, nor yet too late,” cried the anxious Billy, “else he’ll go flop88 into the sea!”
It was nervous work, for if he should go flop into the sea he would have been certain to go down like a stone.
One or two attempts were made. The boat, rising up from a hollow in the sea to a height of several feet, surged close to where the men with their drunken burden stood.
“Look out!” cried Luke, with arms extended and ten fingers in a claw-like position.
“Now then,” growled Gunter.
But the treacherous89 wave fell short, and David Bright was on the point of being dropt into the sea when his friends’ fingers clawed him back to safety.
“Better make fast a rope to him,” suggested Billy, in breathless anxiety.
The skipper of the Coper acted on the advice at once, and made the end of a rope fast round Bright’s waist.
Again the boat rose, surged seaward, then swooped90 towards the Coper, against which it would have been dashed but for the strong arms of Luke. It rose so high that the drunk man was for a moment on a level with the gunwale. It was too good a chance to be missed.
“Shove!” roared Gunter.
Over went the skipper into the arms of Luke, who lost his balance, and both rolled into the bottom of the boat as it sank into the succeeding hollow.
The danger being past, poor Billy signalised the event, and at the same time relieved his feelings, with a lusty cheer.
In a very short time Joe Davidson steered91 the Evening Star close to their tossing boat. Billy stood ready with the painter, and the instant the sides touched, he was over the rail like a monkey and made fast.
The taking of the drunk man out of the boat was by no means so difficult as getting him into it had been. Joe, Luke, Spivin, and Zulu, as well as Billy, leaned over the side of the smack, with their ten arms extended and their fifty fingers curled like crabs’ claws or grappling-irons, ready to hook on and hold on. David Bright’s extended and helpless form was held in position by Gunter. When it came within reach the fifty fingers closed; the boat surged away, and David was safe, though still held in suspense92 over the deep.
But that was only for a moment. A good heave placed him on the vessel’s rail, and another laid him on the deck.
“Brought on board his own smack like a dead pig!” muttered Gunter, whose anger at the skipper rekindled93 when he saw him once more in safety.
“He’s fifty times better than you, even as he lies, you surly old grampus,” cried Billy, with flushed cheeks and flashing eyes.
“Come, Billy,” said Joe Davidson, kindly94, “lend a hand, boy, to carry him below. It’s a sad break-down, but remember—he’s not past redemption. Come.”
Four of the fishermen raised the skipper in their strong arms, and conveyed him to his own bunk95, where they left him to sleep off the effects of his debauch96.
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