They pitied poor Peggy sincerely, however, and endeavoured to comfort her a little by raising the hope that her husband might have merely lost himself in the woods of the island, and would yet, perhaps, be found alive and well. But, although their intentions were kindly2, they could comfort neither Peggy nor themselves with such a hope; for their experience convinced them that the woods, although thick and tangled3, were not extensive enough for any one to be permanently4 lost in them, and it seemed quite certain that if the lost man had not met with some fatal accident, he would certainly have made his way to the coast, by following which he could have easily found the camp.
“It is very sad to give over our search for poor Mitford,” said Dr Hayward one morning, while seated on a ledge5 of rock near the beach, taking counsel with his male companions as to the order of procedure for the day, “but we cannot afford to delay our operations longer. This poor fare of mussel soup, with such a small allowance of pork, is beginning to injure the health of our women, not to mention ourselves; besides, the pork won’t last long, even though we put ourselves on the shortest possible allowance; so I think that to-day we must go on an expedition after the seals we saw the last time we went to the southern end of the island. What say you, comrades?”
“All right, cap’n,” answered Massey. “You’ve only got to say the word. But who’s to stop at home to mind the camp-fire and the women?”
“I’m afraid,” returned Hayward, with a deprecatory smile, “that it’s your own turn, Bob. I would say that I’m sorry for you, were it not ungallant to pity a man for being condemned6 for a day to female society.”
The way in which the coxswain received this showed that he did not repine at his fate. He did not even object to O’Connor’s remark that, “Faix, he might consider himself the luckiest man o’ the lot!”
Accordingly, Massey remained at the camp while the doctor, Slag7, O’Connor, Tomlin, and Jarring set out on a hunting expedition with two days’ cooked provisions in their wallets. The doctor and Tomlin armed themselves with spears, but Jarring and Slag preferred clubs.
“You see,” said the latter, “I’ve heard—though I can’t rightly say I’ve seed it done myself—that the seal-hunters o’ the north do their work wi’ clubs; so, if one man can kill a seal wi’ such a thing, I don’t see why another shouldn’t.”
And, truly, there was some reason for this covert9 boast; for Joe, besides possessing arms of prodigious10 power, had cut and shaped for himself a knotted club which might have suited the hand of Hercules himself.
It turned out that Bob Massey’s satisfaction at being left behind that day was not altogether the result of regard for female society. While he was sauntering back to the camp, after his comrades had left, he congratulated himself aloud on having at last a chance of making his experiment without being laughed at during the trial. “That is—if Nellie has got enough of line made.”
At that moment Nell was busy with the line in question, and at the same time doing her best to comfort Mrs Mitford—Mrs Hayward being engaged in preparing dinner; by no means a difficult duty, which the women undertook day about.
“Keep up your spirits, dear Peggy,” said Nell, in that sweet, cosy12 tone—if we may say so—which played such havoc13 in Bob’s bosom14 at the time when she was known as the coxswain’s bride. “I feel sure that your dear husband will return to us. No doubt, some sort o’ misfortune has come to him; but he’s such a sensible, handy man, is John, that I can’t help feelin’ he’ll come back to us; an’ when I feel anything very strongly, d’ee know, I’ve almost always found it come true. Do you believe in strong feelin’, Peggy?”
Poor Mrs Mitford, who had been sitting with her hands clasped in her lap, and an utterly15 woebegone expression on her pale face, raised her head with a troubled look on being thus directly appealed to.
“Believe in strong feelin’s, Nellie? I should just think I do. Not to mention my own feelin’s—which are so strong that I never felt nothink like ’em before—any one who has been married to my John must know well what st–strong—oh! no, I shall never see ’im again; dear Nellie, don’t tell me,” she said, beginning to cry. “I know—I know—”
“There, now—there’s a good soul. Don’t go off again. Look! D’ee know what this is for?”
As she spoke16, Nellie held up a ball of what appeared to be twine17, and her companion—whose mind resembled that of a child, in that it could be easily diverted—said no, she didn’t know what it was for, and that she, (Peggy), had seen her making it when the men were off excursioning, and had asked about it; and why didn’t she, (Nellie), relieve her curiosity before, upon the point, instead of waitin’ till now?
“Well, you see, Peggy,” replied her friend, with the confidential18 air of one who has a secret to tell, “my Bob has took it into his head to give his mates a surprise by fishin’ for albatrosses.”
“Lawks! Nellie, an’ that will give ’em a surprise!” interrupted Mrs Mitford, drying her eyes. “How ever can any man fish for a bird—unless, indeed, it goes under water an’ changes its nature, which no creetur can do; though, now I come to think of it, I have seen flyin’ fish, an’ so, perhaps, there may be albytresses, or other birds, that—”
“Hallo! Nellie, hard at the twine, lass? You’ve made about enough of it now,” cried our coxswain, entering the camp at that moment, sitting down beside his wife, and examining the ball of cord which she had been so busily spinning.
“I’m glad you think there’s enough, Bob, for I’ve come to the end o’ the stuff you gathered for me.”
“Plenty more where that came from, Nell; but there’s no need to gather more than enough; for enough, you know, is as good as a feast. Well, Peggy,” he added, turning to the poor woman, and patting her gently on the shoulder, “has Nell been tellin’ you what I’m goin’ to try?”
“She was beginnin’ to tell me, Mr Massey, when you came in, something about fishin’ for albytresses, an’ I always thought albytresses was birds, and—”
“Quite right, Peggy. See, this is how it is: you bait a hook—but come,” said the coxswain, rising suddenly, and taking up the ball of twine, “they do say example’s better than precept19. Come along wi’ me an’ Nell, an’ we’ll show you how to do it.”
So saying, Massey led the two women down to the boat, telling Mrs Hayward, whom they passed on the way, to heave some more sticks on the fire, as it was getting low.
“Never fear,” said Eva, who carried the baling-dish full of shell-fish in her hands. “I shall never forget the fright we got that time Joe let it get so low that it was almost at the last spark. You won’t be long away, will you?”
“Not long. Anyhow, we’ll be sure to turn up for dinner.”
During their short residence on the island, the coxswain had observed that albatrosses paid them frequent visits. The giant birds had exhibited some signs of curiosity as to the doings of the new arrivals on the island; so he resolved to capture one of them, with a view to soup!
Embarking20 in the boat, he rowed towards a point of rocks jutting21 out into the sea, over which albatrosses had been seen hovering22 many times. On the way, Nellie, who had previously23 been taught what to do, fastened a small bit of wood to the end of the line she had spun24. Hanging from this was a hook that the coxswain had made from a gull’s breast-bone. It was baited with a piece of pork. Before arriving at the point of rocks, they saw that an albatross was soaring over it on its mighty25 outspread wings. On observing the boat, it flew away and disappeared in the distance; but Bob was not much concerned about that.
“Now, Nell,” he said, on landing, “carry this bait out to sea as far as the line will let you, lay it on the water, an’ then pull back into yon cove8, and see that you hide the boat an’ yourselves well, and keep quiet. You mustn’t even talk, Peggy! Yon fellow will soon be back.”
Nellie did exactly as she was directed; and then her husband, holding the shore-end of the line, concealed26 himself among the rocks.
He was right about the bird. Ere long, it was seen returning, and soon, on motionless, expanded wings, it hovered27 over the rocky point. Then it caught sight of the floating bait. With a majestic28 swoop29, it dived, caught it up, and next moment was flouncing wildly about, hooked by the tongue, while Bob Massey hauled in the line. He had provided himself with a stick, and when the huge bird came within reach he felled it, to the immense delight of the watchers in the cove, who had already begun to smell savoury soup by anticipation30!
While these were thus engaged, the sealing party was even more successful in the opposite direction. They had not gone half-a-dozen miles when they sighted a group of seals, sleeping—or sunning themselves—on a flat rock, near high-water mark.
“Now, then, Hercules, lead the way with your club,” said the doctor to Joe Slag, in a whisper. Joe at once shouldered his weapon and led the party round by some sheltering rocks, so as to get between the seals and the sea; then, rushing forward in a body, they took the creatures by surprise, and intercepted31 two of them. On coming to close quarters, however, they found that the seals were much more formidable to look at than anything that any of them had ever seen in the Arctic Seas; and when Joe brought his club down on the skull32 of the foremost with a terrible thwack, it refused to tumble over, but continued to splutter and flounder towards the sea. Dr Hayward, however, used his spear at this moment with such effect that the seal fell, and another blow from the Herculean club finished its career.
As this animal was about half-a-ton in weight, they left it on the beach with the intention of cutting off some steaks on their return, and sending the boat round afterwards to fetch the remainder of the carcass.
Considerably33 elated by their success, they pushed on. In a valley which led towards the interior hills they found fresh tracks of goats, and saw one of those animals in the distance. Rabbits were also seen, but none killed at that time. They had not gone far into this valley, when a most interesting discovery was made. On opening up a new turn in the valley they came on the ruins of a hut.
With feelings of profound interest, they entered—for there was no door to bar their progress—and gazed around on the silent, mouldering34 walls.
“Good luck!” exclaimed O’Connor, springing forward, and grasping an object which lay on the ground. It was a hatchet35, covered with red rust36. “Here is something else that will be useful,” said Tomlin, picking up a file, which was also covered with rust.
The party at once began an eager search in the hope of finding other things that might be of use to them, and they were not altogether disappointed; for Jarring found a clasp-knife—much rust-eaten, of course, but still fit for use. Slag found a much-battered frying-pan, and Tomlin discovered a large cast-iron pot behind the hut, with a chip out of its rim11. A bottle was also found, and the party crowded round to watch while the doctor examined it.
“Gin, I hope,” said Jarring, in a low tone.
“Physic, I think,” murmured Slag.
“A paper!” exclaimed the doctor, holding it up to the light; then, breaking the bottle, he unfolded the paper, but much of the writing on it had been obliterated37 by water which had leaked in. The few sentences, however, that were more or less legible, conveyed the fact that a vessel38 had been wrecked1 on the island in 1848; that the crew had lived there eighteen months when a ship, chancing to pass that way, rescued them; that they had no provisions to leave for the use of unfortunates who might chance to be cast away there in future; and that there was a garden, with some vegetables in it, about—
“Now, we must find that garden,” said the doctor, “and as we’ve not much daylight left, we must begin at once. Come along, lads.”
In half an hour they found the garden, with potatoes growing in it, and a few other roots that were new to them.
Rejoicing over their discoveries the party started back without delay for the camp, carrying the pot, the frying-pan, etcetera, along with them, and not forgetting a good slice of the seal in passing. Arriving late that night, they found Bob Massey and the women already enjoying a supper of albatross soup.
“Hooroo, Bob!” exclaimed O’Connor, flourishing the frying-pan in his excitement, “we’ve found some praties, boy! Shovel40 out some o’ that into this, honey, an’ I’ll soon let ye smell the smell of an Irish stew41!”
Next day the party removed from the camp and took up their abode42 in the old hut, which was soon repaired sufficiently43 to keep out wind and rain, and the skin of the seal—with that of another killed next day—was large enough to screen off part of the hut as a separate chamber44 for the women.
From that time forward they had no lack of food, for they succeeded in killing45 plenty of seals, and in snaring46 a great many rabbits, though they failed entirely47 to kill any of the goats. And thus they lived for several months in comparative comfort, though suffering considerably from cold and bad weather.
During all that time the poor women were kept pretty busy cooking, looking after domestic matters, and mending the garments of the men. This last they accomplished48 by means of needles made from albatross bones and the finely divided sinews of various animals instead of thread. When the European garments were worn out—which they were, long before deliverance was sent to them—Nell Massey proved her fitness for a Robinson Crusoe life, by actually splitting the sealskins—which were as thick as sole leather—so as to obtain material thin enough for clothing.
Of course, a flagstaff had been among the first things erected49. It stood on a prominent hill, and a seal-skin flag was hoisted50 thereon, to attract any vessel that might chance to pass that way, but the flag fluttered in vain, for, as we have said, the island lay far out of the usual track of commerce.
Although poor Mrs Mitford appeared to become resigned to her great loss as time passed by, it was evident to her kind-hearted female companions that she was not recovering from the shock she had received. In spite of their care of her she grew thinner and older-looking every day, and although she quietly took her share of the work, she had become sad and silent—caring little apparently51 for what was going on around her, and never indulging in those prolonged observations of an irrelevant52 nature to which she had been addicted53 before her husband’s disappearance54.
Things were in this state when, about two months after their landing, a boat-voyage to the western cliffs of the island was arranged for purposes of further exploration.
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