Well, having yarned9 a bit with the cook about the fight between the whale and the thrasher, whilst I warmed my fingers at his genial10 stove, I quitted the galley to go aft again. As I left the structure, the chief mate, standing11 at the break of the poop, sang out for some hands to clew up the main-royal and furl it. The mizzen-royal, I saw, was in process of being stowed by Poole, and there was a fellow dancing up the lower fore-shrouds12 on his way to furl the fore-royal. Some hands came tumbling past me; they let go the halliards and tailed on to the clew-lines, and a couple of sailors jumped on to the bulwarks13 to get into the rigging. One continued on his way aloft; the other halted with his feet still upon the bulwark-rail, and his left hand upon his heart.
He was a short man, with a yellowish, coarse face, dingy14 and stained, the skin like an old blanket. He had a tuft of ginger-coloured beard under his chin, a rounded back that seemed hunched15, and stunted16 bow legs. I looked at him as I came abreast17 on my way to the poop, struck by his lingering when he should have been running aloft—struck, also, by a quite indescribable expression in his face. His eyes were upturned like those of a sleeper18 when you part the lids. I was exactly opposite him when he fell. He tumbled inboards like a wooden[211] figure; and his head struck my shoulder with such force that I was spun19 round and felled, half-senseless, to the deck.
I recovered in a few moments, and sat upright; nobody took any notice of me. A crowd had gathered round the prostrate20 man, and presently two or three of the sailors lifted him up and carried him forwards. He was stone dead! The doctor examined the body, and said it was disease of the heart that had killed him.
I cannot express the effect this shock produced upon me. The mere21 seeing the poor fellow fall a corpse22 would have been painful and terrible to my young nerves; but to be struck by him—to carry about with me a shoulder aching from the blow of his head!—it was an incident that filled my boyish sleep with nightmares that lasted me for a long fortnight. Again and again I would start from my slumbers—from some horrible vision of the dead man clasping me—drawing me from my bed—struggling to carry me on deck to jump overboard with me! Had I found courage to speak out, my mind might have been soothed24; but I did not dare whisper my thoughts for fear of being laughed at, and though the impression faded before long, yet, whilst it lasted I was the most nervous miserable25 creature, I do believe, that was ever afloat.
The burial of this poor fellow gave me an opportunity of witnessing what I cannot but think[212] the most impressive ceremony that is anywhere to be viewed. How solemn a thing is a funeral on shore we all know; but at sea those points and features which render the interment of the dead on land affecting and awful are immeasurably heightened by the vastness of the ocean, the mystery of its depths, the contrast between it and the littleness of the form committed to its great dark heart, and, above all, by the utter extinction26 of the body. Ashore27 there is a grave: you can point to the mound28 or to the stone; but at sea nothing but a bubble follows the plunge29 of the corpse: it is swallowed up in the immensity of the deep as the mounting lark30 dies out in the blue into which it soars.
The dead sailor was stitched up in his hammock and a weight attached to his feet. The shrouded31 figure was placed upon a hatch grating, and the large ensign thrown over it, after which it was brought by four seamen32 to the gangway. The captain stood bare-headed close by, prayer-book in hand; the whole ship’s company gathered round, most of them having made some little difference in their attire33 for the occasion; the passengers collected at the break of the poop, the gentlemen with their caps in their hands, and the ladies looking down upon the quarter-deck with grave and earnest faces. A stillness fell upon the ship, and you heard nothing but the voice of the captain reading[213] the Service, mingled34 with the hissing35 noise of the foam36 washing past, and the humming of the wind in the concavities of the canvas. At a signal one end of the grating was lifted, and the hammock flashed overboard. A shudder37 ran through me as I saw it go. Then, when the last words of the Service had been recited, the captain put on his hat and entered the cabin, the boatswain’s pipe rung out shrilly38 in dismissal of the men, and within a quarter of an hour the ship had regained39 her familiar appearance—the ladies walking on the poop, the captain briskly chatting with some passengers near the wheel, and the sailors of the watch at work on their several jobs about the deck and in the rigging.
It was customary in my time to hold an auction40 of the effects of a dead sailor shortly after his burial. There was an odd mixture of humour and pathos41 in the scene. The poor fellow’s chest was brought on to the quarter-deck, and the mate at the capstan played the part of auctioneer. I stood under the break of the poop, looking on; and, young as I was, I seemed to have mind enough to appreciate the queer appearance the Jacks42 presented as they stood shouldering one another in bunches, with something of shyness in their manner, and with askant, half-sheepish, yet grinning glances directed at the ladies who stood on the poop, viewing the scene.
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There was not much of an auction, for the poor fellow had left very few clothes behind him. He had been one of those improvident43 sailors who will spend in a single night ashore the earnings44 for which they have laboured during a twelvemonth, and who are driven by poverty to ship again in a hurry, often rolling into the forecastle with nothing but a jumper and a pair of tarry breeches in their bags. The articles were held up for the crew to see; Mr. Johnson did not apparently45 relish46 the idea of handling them. The steward pulled a pair of trousers out of the chest, and expanded them between his raised hands.
“What bid for these?” said the mate; “you all behold47 them. Observe that patch; the neatness of the stitching heightens the value of those trousers by at least five shillings more than they are intrinsically worth, if only as an object of art just to look at. How much shall I say?”
One bid two shillings, another five, and the breeches were ultimately knocked down to the cook for ten—not a little to my astonishment48, for it seemed to me that an offer of even threepence for them would have been excessive. The steward then flourished a worn shirt, for which a sailor with a hoarse49 voice offered three-and-sixpence. It was knocked down to him, and, had it been an extraordinary bargain, he could not have looked more pleased. Then a very rusty50 monkey-jacket was[215] exposed, together with a belt and sheath-knife, a pair of shoes which certainly did not match, a greasy51 Scotch52 cap, and one or two other articles of a like nature. They all fetched high prices. The sailors seemed to regard the biddings as a joke; yet it was impossible that there should be much humour in the thing to those to whom these specimens53 of squalid raiment were knocked down, since the money was deducted54 from their pay. Nor could I gather of what use the clothes were likely to prove to the fellows who purchased them, there being superstitious55 fancies in every forecastle concerning dead men’s attire, so that very few sailors will ever be got to clothe themselves in a drowned ship-mate’s dress.
But there is a deal of good nature in the recklessness of Jack’s character, and the bids made at these auctions56 are owing, not to the desire of the men to possess the articles, but to the feeling that the money they spend will be of help to the dead man’s relatives.
The captain, in making the Horn this voyage, was running his ship on the Great Circle track; at all events, he was steering57 a very much more southerly course than was customary with vessels whose masters deemed a wide spread of longitude58 preferable to the risks of ice amongst the narrower meridians59. It was not the harshest time of the year down off the South American headland; but[216] even with Cape60 Horn in sight, the weather would have been bitterly and abominably61 cold. Judge, then, how it was with us when I tell you that the navigation of the Lady Violet carried her to within a league or two of sixty degrees south latitude62. I had often heard of Cape Horn seas and skies, and here they were now with a vengeance—an horizon shrouded by a wall of grey mist to within a musket63-shot of the ship; the shadows of black clouds whirling overhead and darkening the air yet with heavy snowfalls, which blew along in horizontal masses, thick as the contents of a feather-bed, or with volleys of hail big as plums, which rang upon the decks as though tons of bullets were being emptied out of the tops; seas of mountainous height of a dark olive-green, whose white and roaring heads seemed to brush the flying soot23 of the heavens as they came storming at us; the rigging glazed64 with ice; the running gear so frozen that the ropes crackled in our hands as wood spits in a fire; the decks full of water, with such a rolling and plunging65 of them besides that it was sometimes at the risk of your life that you let go the rope you swung by to obey an order—this was my experience of the Horn!
And only a little bit of it, too. Spite of our oilskins, we were so repeatedly wet through that it came to our having no dry clothes to put on. I have known what it is to come down from aloft[217] after reefing the mizzen topsail, and to shed tears, child as I was, with the agony of the cold in my hands. The cook could do nothing with the galley-fire, and there was no warm food to be had. Again and again would we of the watch on deck go below, and appease66 our hunger by a meal of mouldy biscuit, which I would endeavour to sweeten with a coating of salt butter and moist sugar, and with a pannikin of cold water, tasting already like the end of a voyage. The passengers remained in the cuddy. The every-day ship’s routine could not be carried on, and the sailors kept under cover, but always ready to rush out at the first summons. The decks therefore seemed deserted68, and, but for the two hands at the wheel, and but for the mate of the watch, who crouched69 hugging himself under the lee of a square of canvas in the mizzen rigging, the ship might have been deemed abandoned—a craft speeding aimlessly before the gale70 with a company of souls dead below!
Never shall I forget the impression produced upon me one night by the sight of the sea. I came on deck at twelve o’clock, and found the ship hove-to under a close-reefed main topsail and fore-topmast staysail. There was a curl of reddish moon in the northern sky, and over that shapeless blotch71 of light, as it looked to be, the loose scud72 was flying like rolls of brown smoke at hurricane[218] speed. The roaring of the surges was almost deafening73, and there is nothing in language to convey the astounding74 noise of the wind in the ice-glaced rigging—the shrieking75, the shrilling77, the whistling of it, as it split in fiendish howlings upon the ropes, and swept away under the foot of the bursting band of topsail, with a note of thunder like the noise of a train of empty waggons78 speeding along the metals in tow of a locomotive.
I crept up the lee poop-ladder, but on gaining the deck was pinned to the rail for some minutes by the force of the wind. Then, finding I could do nothing with my legs, I fell upon my knees and crawled like a rat to windward; and, still crawling, I passed along under the shelter of the line of hencoops until I arrived at the mizzen rigging, where the mate stood protected by the piece of sailcoth fastened to the shrouds. He handed me the end of a rope, which I passed round my waist and belayed to a pin, and then I could stand up without fear of falling, otherwise the prodigious79 slope of the deck rendered the feet entirely80 helpless.
I could now look about me. The first thing I saw, broad on the weather-bow, was a huge mass of faintness—a great blurr as it seemed of dim light—that seemed to blend with the flying gloom as you gazed, though if you withdrew your eye from it for a moment and then looked afresh, it showed,[219] I may even say, it shone out clearly. I shouted to Mr. Johnson to tell me what it was.
“An iceberg82,” he roared; for I can tell you it needed all the wind our lungs could hold to render ourselves audible to each other amid the fierce clamour of that Cape Horn night.
It was the first ice that I had seen. Several bergs of magnitude had been passed during the week, but always when I was below, and, as the weather was continuously thick, they were out of sight promptly83, long before eight bells called me to keep my watch.
I stared, fascinated by the huge visionary spectral84 mass that lay, of the colour of faint starlight, out upon the bow. It came and went, for our ship was rolling furiously. Never could I have dreamt that the waves of the ocean raged to such a height as they were now running to. One moment the ship was on a level keel in the trough, in a valley deep down, with moving walls of water on either hand of her; for a breathless moment there was a lull85, the gale seemed to have been spent, you heard nothing but the howl of it on high, and the savage86 hissing of boiling foam.
But in a moment the vessel5 was sweeping87 up the huge liquid incline—up and yet up, with sickening rapidity, with spars sloping till the angle of the deck was like that of the roof of a house, with all her top hamper88 shrieking anew, as it soared into the full weight of the gale. Then would follow[220] another instant’s pause, whilst she hung poised89 on the flickering90 peak of the sea that had hoisted91 her, when once more down she would slip, reeling to windward as she went, until the heart of the valley was again reached, with its terrifying interval92 of calm and its deafening uproar93 of storm above.
I forgot the iceberg presently in watching the tremendous billows; and for a considerable time I swung in the bight of the rope that was round me, full of consternation94. As I looked at the approaching seas it seemed impossible that the ship could ride to them; but she was a noble vessel, buoyant as an ocean bird, and she took every surge with a magnificent ease, falling away, as it were, from the first Titanic95 blow of it upon her bow, then rising, like a thing on wings and full of life, never shipping96 a drain of water save right forwards, where now and again you would see the spray blowing in a smoke of crystals right over the forecastle head.
Her glorious behaviour after a while restored confidence to me, and then I looked at the iceberg again. I longed to ask Mr. Johnson questions about it, but talking, beyond now and again a brief shout, was out of the question. Such a night as this was the right sort of frame in which to view the picture of that dim, wild, gigantic berg. The distorted smudge of red moon, the sweeping shadows of vapour, the enormous seas, frothing, as it seemed, to the very sky, the darkness, the[221] savage, warring noises of the tempest, all concurred97 to impart an inexpressible quality of awe98 and mystery and terror to that silent mass of paleness which loomed99 up out of the obscurity of the horizon each time our ship rose to the height of the sea.
The gale abated100 before my watch was out, but we were still hove-to when I went below. At eight o’clock, when the midshipmen in the starboard watch came down to rout67 us out, they told us that the wind had shifted, that the captain had come up on deck at seven and ordered the yards to be squared and the reefed fore-topsail and foresail set, and that the ship was now running dead before it on a course well to the north of east, which looked as if the “old man” feared that he had made more southing than was good for him, and was now heading for a warmer part of the ocean whilst there was a wind to serve him.
One did not need to be told that the vessel had the sea right astern of her. She was going along on a level keel, though pitching heavily, and the comparative evenness of her decks after the late fearful slope of them came with something of novelty to my strained and tired little legs.
On passing through the booby-hatch, I found the ship almost hidden in a snowstorm. The fall had the density101 of a fog, and I do not exaggerate when I say that nothing was to be seen[222] of the spars above the maintop, whilst the forecastle was an indistinguishable outline in the white smother102 blowing like steam along the decks. One of us midshipmen had to be on the poop within eyeshot of the mate. We took turn and turn about at this, Poole going first, and the others of us hanging together in the cuddy embrasure under the break of the deck, where there was some shelter to be obtained from the marrow-freezing, man-killing wind.
When my turn came round, the weather, that had been tolerably clear for half-an-hour, grew as thick as “mud in a wine-glass” again with snow. From the poop-rail the two men who were keeping a look-out on the forecastle head were hardly to be seen. It was blowing half a gale of wind, but, being dead aft, much of its weight was taken out of it.
Under reefed topsails and yawning foresail dark with saturation103 and iron-hard with frost, the ship drove before the blast, chased by huge seas which scared me to watch, as the summits rose in grey, freckled104, and foaming105 hills high above the heads of the steersmen, who were clinging to the wheel with nervous, sinewy106 grip. The mate stood at the head of the weather-poop ladder; the captain, clothed in water-proof garments from head to foot, paced a bit of deck from the grating abaft107 the wheel to the mizzen-shrouds. Through the weeping[223] skylight you caught a dim glimpse of the outlines of passengers cuddling themselves in the cabin. Heavens, how did I envy them! What would I have given for the liberty to exchange this freezing, snow-swept deck for the warmth of the glowing cuddy-stove and the luxury of the wine-scented atmosphere, the comfortable sofas, the piano, and the little library of books which the steward had charge of!
“Well, Master Rockafellar,” said the chief mate, “pray, sir, what do you think of Cape Horn?”
“I don’t like it, sir,” said I.
“Isn’t it cold enough?” he asked.
“I prefer the equator, sir,” I exclaimed.
I could see by a laugh in his eye that he was about to deliver something mirthful; but all on a sudden he fell as grave as a mute, and began to sniff108, as though scenting109 something in the air whilst he cast a look at the captain, who continued to patrol the after part of the deck with a careless step. He sniffed110 again.
“I smell ice!” he exclaimed.
I thought he might wish me to sniff too, which I did, somewhat ostentatiously, perhaps, that he might notice me; but as to smelling ice—why, ’twas all snow to me, with a coldness in it that went beyond ice, to my mind. The flakes111 were still rolling over us, dense112 as smoke, from the lead-coloured sky, and the ship’s bowsprit was nearly out of sight.
Once more the mate sniffed up the air with wide nostrils113, went to the rail and thrust his head over, with a long, probing look ahead, and then came back to where I was standing. He was about to speak, when, out from the whirling, wool-white thickness forward, came the loud and fearful cry:
“Ice right ahead, sir!”
“Ice right ahead, sir!” re-echoed the mate in a shriek76, whipping round his face towards the captain.
“I see it, sir! I see it!” cried the skipper. “Hard a starboard! hard a starboard! over with it for your lives, lads!”
The spokes114 revolved115 like the driving-wheel of a locomotive in the hands of the two seamen, and the ship paid off with a slow, stately sweep of her head, as she swung upon the underrun of a huge Pacific sea, brimming to her counter, and roaring in thunder along the line of her water-ways—and just in time!
For, out upon the starboard bow there leapt out of the snowstorm, in proportions as huge as those of the cathedral of St. Paul’s, a monster iceberg. It all happened in a minute, and what a minute was that! It was a prodigious crystalline mass, some of the sharp curves of it of a keen blue, the summits deep in snow, and the sides frightfully scored and gashed116 into ravines and gorges117 and caverns118, whilst all about the sky-line of it, showing faintly in the whirling flakes, were forms of pinnacles[225] and spires119, of towers and minarets120, columns like those of ruins, and wild and startling shapes like couchant beasts of colossal121 size, giant helmets, forts, turreted122 heads of castles, and I know not what besides.
In the fair and streaming sunshine, that would have filled it with flaming jewels of light, and kindled123 all kinds of rich and shining colours, it would have glowed out upon the sea as a most glorious, most magnificent object; but now, with the shadow upon it of the storm-laden sky, and rendered wild beyond imagination by the gyrations of the clouds of snow all about it, it offered a most dreadful and terrifying picture as it swept past, with the noise of the great seas bursting at its base, smiting124 the ear like shocks of earthquake.
We had escaped it by a miracle. Our ship’s head had been pointed125 for it as neatly126 as the muzzle127 of a musket at the object to be shot at. In another three minutes our bows would have been into it, and the ship have ground herself away from the bows aft, as you shut up the tubes of a telescope!
Our captain seemed to take fright at this experience, and whilst the loom81 of the mighty128 mass was still visible on the lee quarter, orders were given for all hands to turn out and heave the ship to. Nor was way got upon her again till the weather cleared, and even then for several days[226] our progress was exceedingly stealthy, the order of the time being that whenever it came on thick the ship was to be hove-to. It was weary, desperate work, and every hand on board the ship soon grew to yearn129, with almost shipwrecked longings130, for the blue skies and the trade-winds of the South Atlantic.
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