there were four rooms and a lantern in rudyerd’s lighthouse. the second room was that which was used most by john potter and his mate isaac dorkin: it was the kitchen, dining room, and parlour, all in one. immediately below it was the store-room, and just above it the dormitory.
the general tenor of the life suited john exactly: he was a quiet-spirited, meditative, religious man; and, although quite willing to face difficulties, dangers, and troubles like a man, when required to do so, he did not see it to be his duty to thrust himself unnecessarily into these circumstances. there were plenty of men, he was wont to say, who loved bustle and excitement, and there were plenty of situations of that sort for them to fill; for his part, he loved peace and quiet; the eddystone lighthouse offered both, and why should he not take advantage of the opportunity, especially when, by so doing, he would secure a pretty good and regular income for his wife and family.
john gave vent to an opinion which contained deeper truths than, at that time, he thought of. god has given to men their varied powers and inclinations, in order that they may use these powers and follow these inclinations. working rightly, man is a perfect machine: it is only “the fall” which has twisted all things awry. there is no sin in feeling an intense desire for violent physical action, or in gratifying that desire when we can do so in accordance with the revealed will of god; but there is sin in gratifying it in a wrong way; in committing burglary for instance, or in prize-fighting, or in helping others to fight in a cause with which we have no right to interfere. again, it is not wrong to desire peace and quiet, and to wish for mental and spiritual and physical repose; but it is decidedly wrong to stand by with your hands in your pockets when an innocent or helpless one is being assaulted by ruffians; to sit quiet and do nothing when your neighbour’s house is on fire; to shirk an unpleasant duty and leave some one else to do it; or to lie a-bed when you should be up and at work.
all our powers were given to be used: our inclinations were intended to impel us in certain directions, and god’s will and glory were meant to be our guide and aim. so the scripture teaches, we think, in the parable of the talents, and in the words, “whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might;” and, “whether, therefore, ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of god.”
our great fault lies in not consulting god’s plan of arrangement. how often do we find that, in adopting certain lines of action, men consult only the pecuniary or social advantage; ignoring powers, or want of powers, and violating inclinations; and this even among professing christians; while, among the unbelieving, god’s will and glory are not thought of at all. and yet we wonder that so many well-laid plans miscarry, that so many promising young men and women “come to grief!” forgetting that “the right man (or woman) in the right place” is an essential element in thorough success.
but, to return to john potter. his conscience was easy as to his duty in becoming a lightkeeper, and the lighthouse was all that he could wish, or had hoped for. there was no disturbance from without, for the thick walls and solid foundation defied winds or waves to trouble him; save only in the matter of smoke, which often had a strong tendency to traverse the chimney in the wrong direction, but that was not worth mentioning! john found, however, that sin in the person of his mate marred his peace and destroyed his equanimity.
isaac dorkin did not find the life so much to his taste as he had expected. he became more grumpy than ever, and quarrelled with his friend on the slightest provocation; insomuch that at last john found it to be his wisest plan to let him alone. sometimes, in consequence of this pacific resolve, the two men would spend a whole month without uttering a word to each other; the one in the sulks, the other waiting until he should come out of them.
their duties were light,their duties were light, but regular. during the day they found a sufficiency of quiet occupation in cooking their food, cleaning the lighting apparatus—which consisted of a framework full of tallow candles,—and in keeping the building clean and orderly. at night they kept watch, each four hours at a time, while the other slept. while watching, john read his bible and several books which had been given to him by mr rudyerd; or, in fine weather, paced round and round the gallery, just outside the lantern, in profound meditation. dorkin also, during his watches, meditated much; he likewise grumbled a good deal, and smoked continuously. he was not a bad fellow at bottom, however, and sometimes he and potter got on very amicably. at such seasons john tried to draw his mate into religious talk, but without success. thus, from day to day and year to year, these two men stuck to their post, until eleven years had passed away.
one day, about the end of that period, john potter, who, having attained to the age of fifty-two, was getting somewhat grey, though still in full strength and vigour, sat at his chimney corner beside his buxom and still blooming wife. his fireside was a better one than in days of yore,—thanks to tommy, who had become a flourishing engineer: mrs potter’s costume was likewise much better in condition and quality than it used to be; thanks, again, to tommy, who was a grateful and loving son.
“well, martha, i’ve had a pleasant month ashore, lass: i wish that i hadn’t to go off on relief to-morrow.”
“why not leave it altogether, then, john? you’ve no occasion to continue a light-keeper now that you’ve laid by so much, and tommy is so well off and able to help us, an’ willin’ too—god bless him!”
“amen to that, martha. i have just bin thinkin’ over the matter, and i’ve made up my mind that this is to be my last trip off to the rock. i spoke to the superintendent last week, and it’s all settled. who d’ye think is to take my place?”
“i never could guess nothink, john: who?”
“teddy maroon: no less.”
“what? an’ ’im a’ older man than yourself?”
“ah, but it ain’t the same teddy. it’s his eldest son, named after himself; an’ so like what his father was when i last saw him, that i don’t think i’d be able to tell which was which.”
“well, john, i’m glad to ’ear it; an’ be sure that ye git ’ome, next relief before the thirty-first of october, for that’s tommy’s wedding day, an’ you know we fixed it a purpose to suit your time of being at ’ome. a sweet pair they’ll make. nora was born to be a lady: nobody would think but she is one, with ’er pretty winsome ways; and tommy, who was twenty-five ’is very last birthday, is one of the ’andsomest men in plymouth. i’ve a settled conviction, john, that he’ll live to be a great man.”
“you once had a settled conviction that he would come to a bad end,” said potter, with an arch smile.
“go along with you, john!” retorted mrs potter.
“i’m just going,” said john, rising and kissing his wife as he put on his hat; “and you may depend on it that i’ll not miss dancing at our tommy’s wedding, if i can help it.”
that night saw john potter at his old post again—snuffing the candles on the eddystone, and chatting with his old mate dorkin beside the kitchen fire. one evening towards the end of october, john potter and isaac, having “lighted up,” sat down to a game of draughts. it was blowing hard outside, and heavy breakers were bursting on the rock and sending thin spray as high as the lantern, but all was peace and comfort inside; even isaac’s grumpy spirit was calmer than usual.
“you seem dull to-night, mate,” observed john, as they re-arranged the pieces for another game.
“i don’t feel very well,” said dorkin, passing his hand over his brow languidly.
“you’d better turn in, then; an’ i’ll take half of your watch as well as my own.”
“thank ’ee kindly,” said dorkin in a subdued voice: “i’ll take yer advice. perhaps,” he added slowly, “you’ll read me a bit out o’ the book.”
this was the first time that isaac had expressed a desire to touch on religious subjects, or to hear the bible read; and john, you may be sure, was only too glad to comply. after his mate had lain down, he read a small portion; but, observing that he seemed very restless, he closed the bible and contented himself with quoting the following words of our lord jesus: “come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and i will give you rest;” and, “the blood of jesus christ god’s son, cleanseth us from all sin.” then in a sentence or two he prayed fervently that the holy spirit might apply these words.
john had a suspicion that his mate was on the verge of a serious illness, and he was not wrong. next day, dorkin was stricken with a raging fever, and john potter had not only to nurse him day and night, but to give constant attention to the lantern as well. fortunately, the day after that the relief boat would be out, so he consoled himself with that thought; but the gale, which had been blowing for some days, increased that night until it blew a perfect hurricane. the sea round the eddystone became a tremendous whirlpool of foam, and all hope of communication with the shore was cut off. of course the unfortunate lighthouse-keeper hung out a signal of distress, although he knew full well that it could not be replied to.
meanwhile a wedding party assembled in plymouth. the bride was blooming and young; the bridegroom—strong and happy; but there was a shade upon his brow as he approached a stout elderly female, and said, sadly, “i can’t tell you, mother, how grieved i am that father is not with us to-day. i would be quite willing to put it off, and so would nora, for a few days, but there is no appearance of the storm abating; and, indeed, if even it stopped this moment, i don’t think the relief-boat could get off in less than a week.”
“i know it, tommy.” (it seemed ridiculous to call a strapping, curly-haired, bewhiskered, six-foot man “tommy”!) “i know it, tommy; but it ain’t of no use puttin’ of it off. i’ve always ’ad a settled conviction that anythink as is put off is as good as given up altogether. no, no, my son; go on with the weddin’.”
so the wedding went on, and nora vining, a dark-haired plymouth maiden, became mrs thomas potter; and the breakfast was eaten, and the healths were drunk, and the speeches made, and mrs potter, senior, wept profusely (for joy) nearly all the time, into a white cotton handkerchief, which was so large and strong that some of the guests entertained the belief to the end of their lives that the worthy woman had had it manufactured for her own special use on that great occasion.
meanwhile the father, whose absence was regretted so much, and whose heart would have rejoiced so much to have been there, remained in his lonely dwelling, out among the mad whirlpools in the wildest past of the raging sea. all day, and every day, his signal of distress streamed horizontally in the furious gale, and fishermen stood on the shore and wondered what was wrong, and wished so earnestly that the gale would go down; but no one, not even the boldest among them all, imagined for a moment that a boat could venture to leave the shore, much less encounter the seething billows on the eddystone. as each night drew on, one by one the lights glimmered out above the rock, until the bright beams of the fully illuminated lantern poured like a flood through the murky air, and then men went home to their firesides, relieved to know that, whatever might be wrong, the keepers were at all events able to attend to their important duties.
day after day isaac dorkin grew worse: he soon became delirious, and, strong though he was, john potter was scarcely able to hold him down in bed. when the delirium first came on, john chanced to be in the lantern just commencing to light up. when he was about to apply the light, he heard a noise behind him, and, turning hastily round, beheld the flushed face and blazing eyes of his mate rising through the trap door that communicated with the rooms below. leaving his work, john hastened to his friend, and with some difficulty persuaded him to return to his bed; but no sooner had he got him into it and covered him up, than a new paroxysm came on, and the sick man arose in the strength of his agony and hurled his friend to the other side of the apartment. john sprang up, and grappled with him while he was rushing towards the door. it was an awful struggle that ensued. both were large and powerful men; the one strong in a resolute purpose to meet boldly a desperate case, the other mad with fever. they swayed to and fro, and fell on and smashed the homely furniture of the place; sometimes the one and sometimes the other prevailing, while both gasped for breath and panted vehemently; suddenly dorkin sank down exhausted. he appeared to collapse, and john lifted him with difficulty again into his bed; but in a few seconds he attempted to renew the struggle, while the whole building was filled with his terrific cries.
while this was going on, the shades of night had been falling fast, and john potter remembered that none of the candles had been lit, and that in a few minutes more the rock would be a source of greater danger to shipping than if no lighthouse had been there, because vessels would be making for the light from all quarters of the world, in the full faith of its being kept up! filled with horror at the thought that perhaps even at that moment vessels might be hurrying on to their doom, he seized a piece of rope that lay at hand, and managed to wind it so firmly round his mate as to render him helpless. bounding back to the lantern, he quickly lighted it up, but did not feel his heart relieved until he had gazed out at the snowy billows below, and made sure that no vessel was in view. then he took a long draught of water, wiped his brow, and returned to his friend.
two days after that isaac dorkin died. and now john potter found himself in a more horrible situation than before. the storm continued: no sooner did one gale abate than another broke out, so as to render approach to the rock impossible; while, day after day, and night after night, the keeper had to pass the dead body of his mate several times in attending to the duties of the lantern. and still the signal of distress continued to fly from the lighthouse, and still the people on shore continued to wonder what was wrong, to long for moderate weather, and to feel relief when they saw the faithful light beam forth each evening at sunset.
at last the corpse began to decay, and john felt that it was necessary to get rid of it, but he dared not venture to throw it into the sea. it was well known that dorkin had been a quarrelsome man, and he feared that if he could not produce the body when the relief came, he might be deemed a murderer. he therefore let it lie until it became so overpoweringly offensive that the whole building, from foundation to cupola, was filled with the horrible stench. the feelings of the solitary man can neither be conceived nor described. well was it for john that he had the word of god in his hand, and the grace of god in his heart during that awful period.
for nearly a month his agony lasted. at last the weather moderated. the boat came off; the “relief” was effected; and poor dorkin’s body, which was in such a condition that it could not be carried on shore, was thrown into the sea. then john potter returned home, and left the lighthouse service for ever.
from that time forward it has been the custom to station not fewer than three men at a time on all out-lying lighthouses of the kingdom.
note. reader, we have not drawn here on our imagination. this story is founded on unquestionable fact.