the gale—false economy and its results—a wreck on the goodwin sands.

what seamen style a “whole gale” seemed to be brewing when the “nancy” tripped her anchor and shook out her sails.

sailors have a quiet, matter-of-fact, and professional way of talking about the weather. landsmen would be surprised (perhaps something more!) if exposed to what jack calls a stiff breeze, or a capful of wind. a “whole gale” may sound peculiar to some ears, but if the said gale were to sound in the same ears, the hearers would be apt to style it, in consternation, “a most tremendous hurricane!”

on board the “nancy,” bax and bluenose had some suspicion that something was brewing, but whether a “whole gale,” or “half a gale,” or a “stiff breeze,” they could not be expected to divine, not being possessed of supernatural gifts.

had they been possessed of a good barometer they would have been able to foretell what was coming without supernatural gifts; but messrs denham, crumps, and company were economical in their tendencies, and deemed barometers superfluous. being, to some extent, ignorant of nautical affairs (as well as of scientific), and being to a large extent indifferent to the warning voices of those who knew better, they thought fit to intrust the “nancy” to the unaided wisdom of the intelligent young seaman who commanded her.

of course, being acute men of business, they took every “needful” precaution, and being men of experience, they were not blind to the fact that many vessels were annually lost; they therefore insured schooner and cargo to their full value. having done so, messrs denham, crumps, and company felt at ease. if the “nancy” should happen to go down—no matter; it would perhaps be a more rapid and satisfactory way of terminating a doubtful venture! it was just possible that in the event of the “nancy” going down lives might be lost, and other lives rendered desolate. what then? the “firm” had nothing to do with that! the lives embarked in the “nancy” did not belong to denham, crumps, and company. if they should go to the bottom, there would be nothing to lose, and nothing to pay; perhaps a trifle to the widows and children, that was all! in regard to this also they felt quite at ease.

on the strength of such views and opinions the tackling of the “nancy” was allowed to become rotten; the cables and the anchors of the “nancy” were economically weak and insufficient; the charts of the “nancy” were old and inaccurate, and the “nancy” herself was in all respects utterly unseaworthy.

it could scarcely be expected, however, that the operations of nature were to be suspended because of the unprepared condition of this vessel; not to mention hundreds of others in similar condition. the gale continued to “brew.” a stiff breeze carried the “nancy” down the thames towards the open sea; then a sudden calm left her to float without progressive motion on the water. as evening approached the breeze sprang up again and freshened. then it chopped round to the east, and when night fell it began to blow hard right in the teeth of the little vessel.

bax was a good and a bold seaman. he knew the coast well, and hoped, in due course, to double the north foreland, and find shelter in the downs. he knew the channels and buoys thoroughly, and had often run the same course in stormy weather. but the gale which now began to buffet the little schooner was of more than ordinary violence. it was one of those fierce hurricanes which, once in a year, or, it may be, once in three or four years, bursts upon our island, strews the coast with wrecks, fills many homes and hearts with desolation, and awakens the inhabitants of the inland counties to a slight sense of the terrible scenes that are of constant occurrence on the shores which form the bulwark of their peaceful homes.

“we shall have rough weather to-night, i fear,” observed mr burton, coming on deck some time after sunset, and addressing bax; “doubtless you know the channels well, young sir?”

“i do,” replied the sailor, with a peculiar smile. “twelve years’ experience has not been altogether thrown away on me. i have sailed these waters in old jeph’s lugger since i was a little boy.”

“is that old jeph the smuggler, sometimes called the mad philosopher, from the circumstance of his mind being much taken up with odd notions about lifeboats?” inquired the missionary.

“the same,” replied bax, “though i’ll go bound for it there’s not an honester man in deal than old jeph is now, whatever he may have done in the smuggling way when he was young. i have known him only as a good old man; and in regard to these same notions he has about lifeboats, it’s my firm belief that we’ll see his plans, or something like them, carried out before long. he’s not so mad as folk think, and certainly not half so mad as the people who give no thought whatever to these subjects.”

bax said this warmly, for there was a strong bond of sympathy between him and his old friend, whom he could not bear to hear mentioned in a slighting manner.

“i meant not to say a word against old jeph,” replied mr burton, quickly. “i merely spoke of him in the way in which seamen in these parts commonly refer to him. it pleases me much to hear so good a character of him from one who, i have no doubt, has had good opportunity of judging.”

here guy foster, who was standing near the binnacle, turned round and said earnestly:—

“i can testify to the fact that old jeph is a good christian man; at least if love to our saviour, and anxiety for the salvation of souls, is to be accepted as evidence.”

the missionary said that there was no better evidence than that, and was about to question bax further in regard to the old man who bore such a peculiar character, when a loud peal of thunder drew the attention of all to the threatening aspect of the weather.

“heave the lead, bill!” cried bax to one of the men.

“ha! that’s wot i’ve been lookin’ for,” observed bluenose, spitting his quid over the lee bulwarks, and replacing it with a fresh one. “i’ve never got no confidence in a skipper as don’t keep his lead a-goin’ in shoal water. specially in sich waters as them ’ere, wot shifts more or less with every gale.”

the command to heave the lead was followed by an order to reduce sail, and as the gale freshened and the night closed in, this order was repeated more than once, until the schooner was beating to windward under the smallest possible amount of canvas.

an anxious expression rested on bax’s face as he stood by the steersman, glancing alternately at the sails and at the horizon where clouds of the blackest kind were gathering.

“does your barometer indicate very bad weather?” inquired mr burton.

“i have no barometer,” replied bax, bitterly.

the missionary looked surprised, and guy foster bit his lip, for he felt that this piece of false economy was a blot on the firm to which he belonged. in order to change the subject, he inquired for lucy, who, since the time of her rescue, had remained in bed.

“my daughter does well, thanks be to god!” said burton. “i think that no evil will flow from her accident, for she was but a short time in the water; thanks to you, friend bax.”

“and to my ’prentice, tommy bogey,” said bax, with an arch smile which was peculiar to him when he felt humorously disposed.

the smile fled, however, and was replaced by an anxious look, as tommy himself came aft and reported that the schooner had sprung a leak.

bax instantly went below, and returned with the assurance that the leak was trifling.

“the ‘nancy’ is a sorry old hulk,” said he, “but half an hour more on this tack, and i’ll ’bout ship and run for the downs, where we will be comparatively safe.”

the gale had by this time increased so much that the little craft lay over with her lee bulwarks almost under water at times.

little fear would her gallant commander have felt had she been tight, and trim and sound; but he knew that her rigging was old, and one of her masts unsound, and he felt that the best seamanship could be of no avail whatever against her numerous defects. his experienced eye told him that a storm of no ordinary severity was coming, and he trembled for the life of the young girl who had been so unexpectedly placed under his care.

had the dangers attendant upon an unseaworthy vessel and the difficulty of navigating the channels of these celebrated sands, been all that bax had to fear, he would have felt comparatively at ease; but the economical spirit of denham, crumps, and company had supplied him with anchors and chains which he feared were neither new enough nor sufficiently powerful to hold his vessel after she had gained her anchorage-ground. in these circumstances, he resolved to run for the shelter of ramsgate harbour.

before he could carry out his intentions the wind chopped round to the north, and for some time blew so hard as to threaten the capsizing of the schooner. the cross sea also rendered her almost unmanageable, so that, ere long, she was driven to leeward of the outer lightship that marks the north end of the goodwins.

again the wind shifted a few points to the eastward, and soon the “nancy” was flying like a racehorse towards the shore.

pilots and seamen alone can properly comprehend the peculiar dangers that attend the navigation of this part of our coast. it would only perplex a landsman to be told in detail the proceedings of the “nancy” and her crew after this point. suffice it to say that bax handled her with consummate skill, and did all that man could do for the safety of his vessel, and the human lives that were dependent on his knowledge and care.

“is your daughter dressed?” inquired bax of mr burton, as a fiercer gust than usual nearly laid the schooner on her beam-ends, and deluged the decks with water.

“no, she sleeps soundly, and i am loth to disturb her. do you think we are in much danger?”

“in none, if the schooner were seaworthy, but in much, seeing that she has not got a sound plank or spar. go down, sir, and get her dressed at once; and, harkee, let her put on every wrap she happens to have with her.”

the missionary needed no second bidding. he went below to rouse and assist lucy, while bluenose, guy, and the rest of those on board, held on to ropes, and belaying pins, and awaited the result in silence. the noise of the wind, and the peals of thunder that seemed to tear the heavens asunder, rendered conversation impossible. they all felt that a few minutes would decide whether this terrible rush landward would terminate in safety or disaster, and they knew that everything, as far as human skill had to do with it, depended on bax.

with a look of calm, sober gravity the young seaman stood grasping the weather-shrouds of the mainmast, and looking intently towards the light-ship called the gull light, which is anchored off the north-sand-head.

during this period of suspense the lead was kept constantly going, and reported almost every half-minute. precious, significant, half-minutes those, as much so as are the last few grains of sand in the hour-glass!

“keep her away two points,” cried bax.

“ay, ay, sir,” answered the steersman. at that moment a violent gust snapped the topsail-yard, and the sail was instantly blown to ribbons. the dashing of this spar about carried away the foretop-mast, and almost as a necessary consequence, the jib with the jib-boom went along with it.

the schooner instantly became unmanageable, and was driven bodily to leeward.

seizing an axe, bax, with the prompt assistance of the crew and his friends, soon cleared away the wreck, and once more got the head of his vessel round towards the gull light, the lanterns of which were seen faintly gleaming through the murky atmosphere. but it was too late. the breakers of the north-sand-head were already roaring under their lee, and also right ahead of them.

“port! port! hard a-port!” shouted bax.

“port it is,” replied the steersman, with that calm professional sing-song tone peculiar to seamen.

at that instant, the schooner struck the sand, passed over the first line of breakers, and rushed onwards to certain destruction.

“bring lucy on deck,” cried bax.

mr burton ran below to obey, but the words had scarce been spoken when guy foster entered the cabin, and seizing the trembling girl in his arms, bore her gently but swiftly to the deck.

here the scene that met her gaze was truly awful. it seemed as if above and below there were but one wild chaos of waters over which brooded a sky of ebony. the schooner had by this time got into the hideous turmoil of shallow water, the lurid whiteness of which gleamed in the dark like unearthly light. as yet the vessel was rushing fiercely through it, the rudder had been carried away by the first shock, and she could not be steered. just as lucy was placed by bax in a position of comparative shelter under the lee of the quarter-rails, the “nancy” struck a second time with fearful violence; she remained hard and fast on the sands, and the shock sent her foremast overboard.

if the condition of the little vessel was terrible before, its position now was beyond description awful. the mad seas, unable to hurl her onward, broke against her sides with indescribable fury, and poured tons of water on the deck; so that no one could remain on it. having foreseen this, bax had prepared for it. he had warned all on board to keep close by the main shrouds, and take to the mast when the schooner should strike. he himself bore lucy aloft in his strong arms as if she had been a little child, and placed her on the main cross-trees. here she clung with a convulsive grasp to the main-topmast, while guy secured her in her position with a rope.

sitting down on the cross-trees and holding on to them by his legs—a matter of no little difficulty, as the vessel was rolling violently from side to side, bax began to strip off his thick pilot-coat, intending to cover the girl with it. but he was arrested by the boy tommy bogey.

“hold on,” he shouted into his commander’s ear, “i fetched up this un; i know’d ye’d want it for ’er.”

tommy had thoughtfully carried up one of bax’s spare coats, and now handed it to his master, who, assisted by mr burton, wrapped it carefully round lucy, and then descended the rigging to examine the state of the vessel.

she heeled very much over to leeward, but the form of the bank on which she lay fortunately prevented her being thrown altogether on her beam-ends. had this happened, the cross-trees would have been buried in water, and all must have perished.

when bax re-ascended the mast, bluenose put his mouth close to his ear and shouted:

“couldn’t ye send up a rocket?”

“han’t got any,” replied bax.

there had been a signal-gun aboard, but at the first shock it tore its fastenings out of the old planks, and went crashing through the lee bulwarks into the sea.

“couldn’t we get up a glim no-how?” pursued bluenose. “ay, couldn’t that be done?” cried guy, who clambered towards them in order to take part in the consultation, for the shrieking of the storm rendered every voice inaudible at the distance of anything more than an inch or two from the ear.

“the matches were in the cabin, and that’s flooded now,” said bax.

guy replied by taking a tin box from his pocket, in which were a few matches.

“ha! that’ll do,” cried bax eagerly, “there’s a can of turpentine just under the fore-hatch, which can’t have been damaged by water. i’ll go and fetch it.”

“stay, i will go. do you look after lucy and her father,” said guy; and, without waiting for a reply, he slid down one of the back-stays and gained the deck.

to traverse this was an act involving great danger and difficulty. the waves broke over it with such force that guy’s arms were nearly torn out of their sockets while he held to the bulwarks. he attained his object, however, and in a short time returned to the cross-trees with the can. bax had in the meantime cut off some of the drier portions of his clothing. these, with a piece of untwisted rope, were soaked in turpentine, and converted hastily into a rude torch; but it was long before a light could be got in such a storm. the matches were nearly exhausted before this was accomplished. only those who have been in similar circumstances can adequately appreciate the intense earnestness with which each match was struck, the care with which it was guarded from the wind, and the eager anxiety with which the result was watched; also the sinking of heart that followed each effort, as, one by one, they flared for an instant and went out!

at last the saturated mass caught fire, and instantly a rich flame of light flashed over the wild scene, and clearly revealed to them the appalling circumstances in which they were placed. poor lucy shuddered, and covering her eyes cast herself in prayer on him who is “mighty to save.” bax raised the burning mass high over his head, and waved it in the black air. he even clambered to the top of the broken mast, in order to let it be seen far and wide over the watery waste. the inflammable turpentine refused to be quenched by the raging storm, and in a few seconds they had the comfort of seeing the bright flame of a rocket shoot up into the sky. at the same moment a flash in the distance showed that their signal had been observed by the light-ship.

the sound of the gun was not heard by those on the wreck, but both it and the rocket were observed from the shore, where many a hardy seaman and pilot, knowing full well the dangers of such a night, kept watch and ward in order to render prompt assistance to their fellow-men in distress.

it would be a matter of some interest to ascertain how many of the inhabitants of this busy, thickly-populated isle are aware of the fact that during every storm that blows, while they are slumbering, perchance, in security and comfort in their substantial dwellings, there are hundreds, ay, thousands, of hardy seamen all round our coasts, standing patiently in such sheltered spots as they can find, encased in oilskin, and gazing anxiously out into the dark sea, regardless of the pelting storm, indifferent to the bitter cold, intent only on rendering aid to their fellow-men, and ready at a moment’s notice to place life and limb in the most imminent jeopardy,—for what? can any one suppose that they do this for the sake of the silver medal, or the ten or twenty shillings awarded to those who thus act by the lifeboat institution? do men in other circumstances hold their lives so cheap? assuredly there is a higher, a nobler motive that prompts the heroes of our coast to their deeds of self-sacrifice and daring.

to those who clung to the main-top of the “nancy” these signals were a bright gleam of hope, with the exception of lucy, whose spirit sank when she endeavoured in vain to penetrate the thick darkness that followed. suspecting this, bluenose, who clung to the cross-trees beside the missionary, and assisted him to shelter his daughter from the storm, shouted in her ear to keep her mind easy, “for the people on shore would be sure to send off the lifeboat, and there would be no danger if the mast held on!”

“if the mast held on!” ha! little did lucy know how much anxiety filled the heart of bax in regard to the mast holding on! with much difficulty he had persuaded denham, crumps, and company, about a year before the events we are now relating, that the mainmast of the “nancy” was utterly useless, and obtained their unwilling consent to have it renewed. but for this it would have shared the fate of the foremast, and those who now clung to it would have been in eternity. but although the mast was strong, its step and holdfasts, bax knew, were the reverse of sound; and while he stood there cheering his companions with hopeful remarks, he alone knew how frail was the foundation on which his hopes were founded.

fortunately for lucy and her father, they looked to a higher source of comfort than the young skipper of the “nancy.” they knew that it was no uncommon thing for men, women, and children to be saved, on the coasts of britain, “as if by miracle,” and they felt themselves to be in the hands of him “whom the winds and the sea obey.”

guy held on to the weather-shrouds close to bax. speaking so as not to be heard by the others, he said:

“is there much chance of a boat putting off to us?”

“not much,” replied bax. “a lugger could scarcely live in such a sea. certainly it could not come near us in this shoal water. i doubt even if the lifeboat could come here.”

for two hours after this they remained silently in their exposed position, their limbs stiffening with cold, drenched continually with spray, and occasionally overwhelmed by the crest of a monstrous wave. sometimes a rocket from the lightship shot athwart the dark sky, and at all times her lights gleamed like faint stars far away to windward. when the sea broke around them in whiter sheets than usual, they could see the head of the broken foremast drawn against it like a black line to leeward. everything else above and below, was thick darkness.

one of the seamen, who had been for some time in bad health, was the first to give way. without uttering a word he loosened his hold of the shrouds and fell backwards. guy saw him falling, and, making a desperate grasp at him, caught him by the breast of his shirt, but the garment gave way, and next moment he was down in the boiling flood. guy, with an impulse that was natural to him, was about to leap off to his rescue, but bluenose caught him by the collar and held him forcibly back. in another moment the man was gone for ever.

so silently did all this pass, and so furious was the tumult of the storm, that lucy and her father were not aware of what had occurred.

our brave little friend tommy bogey was the next who failed. whether it was that witnessing the seaman’s death had too powerful an effect on his spirit, or that the cold acted more severely on his young muscles than on those of his companions, it is impossible to say, but, soon after the loss of the man, the boy felt his strength giving way. turning with instinctive trust to his friend in this extremity, he shouted:—

“bax, give us a hand!”

before his friend could do so, his grasp relaxed and he fell back with a piercing shriek that rose above even the howling wind.

almost an instant after he struck the water, bax dived head-foremost into it, and came up with him in his arms. both man and boy went to leeward instantly. the former had counted on this. the fate of the seaman who had just perished had led him to reflect that a vigorous effort might have enabled him to gain the stump of the fore-mast, which still stood, as we have said, to leeward of the main-mast. acting on this thought, he had plunged without hesitation when the moment for action came, although it did come unexpectedly.

a faint shout soon told his horror-stricken companions that he had gained the point of safety.

“it won’t do to leave ’em there,” cried bluenose, starting up, and clambering as far out on the cross-trees as he dared venture; “even if the mast holds on, them seas would soon wash away the stoutest man living.”

“oh! save my preserver!” cried lucy, who, regardless of the storm, had sprung wildly up, and now stood clinging to a single rope, while her garments were almost torn from her limbs by the fury of the hurricane.

“can nothing be done to save them?” cried the missionary as he kindly but firmly dragged his daughter back to her former position.

“nothin’, sir,” said one of the sailors. “there ain’t a cask, nor nothin’ to tie a rope to an’ heave to wind’ard—an’ it’s as like as not it wouldn’t fetch ’em if there wos. they’d never see a rope if it wos veered to ’em—moreover, it wouldn’t float. hallo! master guy, wot are ye up to?”

guy had hauled in the slack of one of the numerous ropes attached to the main-mast that were floating away to leeward, and was fastening the end of it round his waist. bluenose and the missionary turned quickly on hearing the seaman’s shout, but they were too late to prevent the bold youth from carrying out his design, even if they had wished to do so.

taking a vigorous spring to windward, guy was in the sea in a moment. in another instant he was lost to view in darkness. bluenose seized the end of the rope, and awaited the result in breathless suspense. presently a shout so faint that it seemed miles away, was heard to leeward, and the rope was jerked violently.

“now lads, all hands a-hoy!” cried bluenose in wild excitement. “just give ’em time to haul in the slack, and tie it round ’em, and then pull with a will.”

the incident and the energy of the captain seemed to act like a spell on the men who had up to this time clung to the shrouds in a state of half-stupor. they clustered round bluenose, and each gaining the best footing possible in the circumstances, seized hold of the rope.

again the rope was shaken violently, and a heavy strain was felt on it. the men pulled it in with difficulty, hand over hand, and in a short time bax, guy, and tommy were once more safe in their former position on the cross-trees.

terrible indeed their danger, when such a position could be spoken of as one of safety!

another hour passed away. to those who were out on that fatal night the minutes seemed hours—the hours days.

still no succour came to them. the storm instead of abating seemed to be on the increase. had it not been for the peculiar form of the shoal on which they lay, the old vessel must have been dashed to pieces in the first hour of that terrible gale.

gradually bax ceased to raise his encouraging voice—indeed the whistling wind would have rendered it inaudible—and the party on the cross-trees clung to their frail spar almost in despair. as the gale increased so did the danger of their position. no chance of deliverance seemed left to them; no prospect of escape from their dreadful fate; the only ray of hope that came to them fitfully through the driving storm, was the faint gleaming of the lightship that guards the goodwin sands.