the storm—the wreck of the homeward bound—the lifeboat.

a stern chase never was and never will be a short one. old coleman, in the course of quarter of a mile’s run, felt that his powers were limited and wisely stopped short; bax, guy, and tommy bogey held on at full speed for upwards of two miles along the beach, following the road which wound along the base of the chalk cliffs, and keeping the fugitive well in view.

but long orrick was, as we have seen, a good runner. he kept his ground until he reached a small hamlet named kingsdown, lying about two and a half miles to the north of saint margaret’s bay. here he turned suddenly to the left, quitted the beach, and made for the interior, where he was soon lost sight of, and left his disappointed pursuers to grumble at their bad fortune and wipe their heated brows.

the strength of the gale had now increased to such an extent that it became a matter not only of difficulty but of danger to pass along the shore beneath the cliffs. the spray was hurled against them with great violence, and as the tide rose the larger waves washed up with a magnificent and overwhelming sweep almost to their base. in these circumstances guy proposed to go back to saint margaret’s bay by the inland road.

“it’s a bit longer,” said he, as they stood under the lee of a wall, panting from the effects of their run, “but we shall be sheltered from the gale; besides, i doubt if we could pass under the cliffs now.”

bax made no reply, but, placing his hand on his friend’s arm, stood for a few seconds in the attitude of one who listens with profound attention.

“there it is,” said he at last. “do ye hear that, guy?”

“i hear it,” cried tommy bogey, with some excitement.

“i hear nothing but the howling of the wind,” said guy, “and the roaring of the sea.”

“hush! listen! the minute-gun,” said bax in a low voice; “it comes from saint margaret’s bay; there, did you not—”

“ah! i heard it,” cried the other; “come, let us run down along the beach a bit, and see if we can make out whereabouts she is.”

guy spoke as if he had no doubt whatever of the cause of the sounds which had attracted the attention of himself and his friends. without another word they all bent their heads to the storm, and forced their way out upon the exposed beach, where they found some fishermen assembled in the lee of a boat-house, looking eagerly towards the direction whence the sounds came.

“i’m afear’d she’s got on the rocks to the nor’ard o’ the bay,” said one of the men, as bax and his companions ran towards them; “there goes another gun.”

a faint flash was seen for an instant away to the southward. it was followed in a few seconds by the low boom of a distant gun. almost at the same moment the black heavens seemed to be cleft by a sheet of vivid flame, which towered high into the sky, and then went out, leaving the darkness blacker than before.

“that’s a rocket,” cried the fishermen.

“heaven help them,” said bax, as he hastily buttoned his oilskin coat close up to his chin. “come, guy, we’ll away and do what we can. will any of you lads join us?”

most of the younger men on the ground at once volunteered.

“stop,” cried one of the older men, “the tide’s too high; ye can’t pass the cliff, i tell ye.”

the man was left abruptly by the whole party, for they knew well enough that if they took the inland road they might be too late to render effectual assistance, and any needless delay in attempting the beach road could only make matters worse.

there was no lifeboat on this part of the kentish coast at that time, and the great distance of the spot from ramsgate or broadstairs rendered it highly improbable that either of the lifeboats belonging to these ports could be in time to render effectual assistance. besides, the men knew well that on such a night the crews of these boats would have enough of work to do in attending to the wrecks in their own immediate neighbourhood.

they followed bax, therefore, at a steady trot until they reached a part of the perpendicular cliff which projected somewhat towards the sea. at the foot of this the waves which on this coast roll to the shore with tremendous volume and power, burst with a loud roar and rushed up in thick foam.

“don’t any of you come on that don’t feel up to it,” cried bax, as he awaited the retreat of a wave, and prepared to make a dash. at that moment he wheeled round with the look and air of one who had forgotten something.

“tommy,” said he, laying his hand on the boy’s head, “go back, lad, round by the land road.”

“no, bax, i won’t,” replied tommy, with a fervour of determination that would at any other time have raised a laugh in those who heard it.

“come along, then, you obstinate beggar,” said bax, sternly, seizing the boy by the arms, and throwing him over his shoulder as if he had been a lamb!

tommy’s dignity was hurt. he attempted to struggle, but he might as well have hoped to free himself from the hug of a brown bear as to escape from the vice-like grip of his big friend. in another moment bax was whelmed in spray and knee-deep in rushing water.

it was a short dangerous passage, but the whole party got round the cliff in safety, and hastened as rapidly as possible towards the scene of the wreck.

we must now beg the reader to follow us to another scene, and to go back a few hours in time.

shortly after the sun set that night, and before the full fury of the storm broke forth, a noble ship of two thousand tons’ burden beat up the channel and made for the downs. she was a homeward bound ship, just arrived from australia with a valuable cargo, and between two and three hundred passengers, many of whom were gold-diggers returning to their native land, and nearly all of whom were possessed of a considerable sum in nuggets and gold-dust. the ship was owned by the house of denham, crumps, and company. her arrival had been already telegraphed to the firm in redwharf lane.

there was rejoicing that evening on board the “trident.” men and women and children crowded the high sides of the weather-worn ship, and, holding on by shrouds, ratlines and stays, standing on tip-toe, clambering on carronades, and peeping through holes, gazed long and ardently at the white cliffs of dear old england.

some of them had not set eyes on the “old country,” as it is affectionately called in our colonies, for many years. some there were who had gone out as boys, and were returning bald-headed and grey-bearded men. there were others who had been out only a few years, but who, happening to be on the spot when the goldfields were discovered, had suddenly made fortunes. they were returning to surprise and gladden the hearts of those who, perchance, had sent them off to seek their fortunes with the sad feeling that there was little chance of seeing them again in this world.

there were ladies, also, who had gone out to the distant land with an unbelieving, almost despairing, hope of finding employment for those talents which they had, alas! found to be of but little value at home. these were, in some cases, returning with lucky gold-diggers and blooming children to their native land. in other cases they were merely about to visit home to induce some parent or sister, perhaps, to venture out to the land of gold.

but all, whether young or old, male or female, gentle or simple, were merry and glad of heart that night as they clustered on the bulwarks of the “trident,” and gazed at the longed-for and much loved shore. there was no distinction of ranks now. the cabin and the ’tween-deck passengers mingled together and tried to relieve the feelings of their hearts by exchanging words of courtesy and goodwill.

the stormy and threatening aspect of the sky had no terrors now for the passengers on board the “trident.” for weeks and months they had tossed on the bosom of the great deep. they were familiar with the varied moods of wind and wave; they had faced the dangers of the sea so often that they scarce believed that any real dangers could exist. the very children had become sailors; they were precociously weather-wise, and rather fond of being tossed on the waves than otherwise. the prospect of a storm no longer filled them with alarm, as it used to do at the beginning of the voyage, for they had encountered many storms and weathered them all. yes, they had experienced all the dangers of the sea, but it was reserved for that night—that last night of the long, long voyage—to teach them the dangers of the land; the terrors of a storm in narrow waters, among shallows and on a lee-shore,—and to convince them that for man there is no real safety whatever in this life, save, only, in the favour and love of god.

there were some on board the “trident,” however, who knew the danger of their position full well, but who were too considerate of the feelings of the women and children to let their knowledge appear even in their looks. the sailors knew the danger of a lee-shore; but sailors are to a large extent a reckless and hopeful class of men, whose equanimity is not easily upset. the captain, too, and the pilot, were alive to their critical position, but both were sanguine and hoped to get into the downs before the storm should break.

a few of the male passengers also seemed to be aware of the fact that approaching the downs on such a night was anything but matter of gratulation. one in particular, a tall strong man of about forty, with a bushy black beard and a stern aspect, walked about the quarterdeck with a frown on his countenance that betokened a mind ill at ease.

going up to the captain, who stood near the wheel, this man asked him what he thought of the weather.

“it don’t look well; we shall have a dirty night, i fear,” replied the captain.

“do you expect to make the downs before the storm breaks?” inquired the passenger.

“well, i hope so,” said the captain.

“supposing you do,” continued the dark man, “do you consider your cables and ground-tackle strong enough to hold the ship in the face of an easterly gale?”

“why do you ask that?” said the captain in surprise.

“because,” replied the passenger, “i have my doubts on the point.”

“well, to tell you the truth,” said the other, in a low tone, “i confess that my mind is more uneasy on that score than on any other. the cables are fit enough to hold her in ordinary weather; but if we were obliged to anchor off a lee-shore in a heavy gale on an exposed coast like this i would be somewhat anxious.”

“why is the ground tackle not strong enough?” asked the passenger.

“well, it’s not easy to answer that,” replied the captain, with a smile, “and yet it ain’t difficult to conceive that it would cost a good deal to supply new and heavier chains and anchors to the ship.”

“ay, the old story—economy!” said the passenger bitterly, almost fiercely; “a set of selfish land-lubbers who know nothing whatever about the sea, and care for nothing on earth but their own pockets and bellies, are allowed by the government of this land to send ships loaded with human beings to sea in such a state that it almost calls for the performance of a miracle to secure their safe arrival in port. this is pointed out again and again to them without effect. the sea throws its dead by dozens on our shores every gale that blows, crying out, ‘look here at the result of economy and selfishness!’ goods to the extent of thousands of pounds are destroyed annually, and the waves that swallow them belch out the same complaint. even the statistics that stare in the face of our legislators, and are published by their own authority, tell the same tale,—yet little or nothing is done to prevent misers from sending ships to sea in a totally unfit condition to face even ordinary dangers. bah! the thing is past remedy, for the men who should act are deaf and blind. mark my words, captain; if we don’t weather the south foreland before ten o’ the clock this night, the ‘trident’ will be a total wreck before morning.”

the passenger turned on his heel with an angry fling and went below, while the captain, who was somewhat overawed by his vehemence, walked aft to converse with the pilot.

the gale soon burst on the ship, sending nearly all the passengers below, and compelling the captain to reduce sail. darkness overspread the scene, and as the night wore on, the gale increased to such a degree that the ship laboured heavily. soon the lights on the south foreland were descried and passed in safety.

“get the anchors clear,” said the pilot. “ready about there!”

no one ever knew the reason of the order given at that time. perhaps the pilot thought he was a little too near the land, and meant to haul off a little; but whatever the reason might have been, the command was only half carried out when the sheet of the jib gave way; the loosened sail flapped itself to shreds in a second, and the ship, missing stays, fell off towards the shore.

“better wear ship,” cried the captain, springing in alarm to the pilot’s side.

“too late for that. shore’s close under our lee. let go the anchors!”

the shout with which the command was given proved the necessity of its being instantly obeyed; but the men needed no urging, for at that moment a temporary lull in the furious blast allowed them to hear the roaring of the breakers at the foot of the cliffs.

two anchors were at once let go, and the ship was brought up with a tremendous shock.

and now commenced that prolonged struggle for life which is, alas! too often the lot of those who venture out upon the stormy sea. yet it was some time before the passengers of the “trident” could be brought fully to realise their danger. it was hard to believe that, after weathering the cyclones of the southern seas, and the gales of the atlantic, they had reached home at last to be cast a wreck upon their own threshold, and to perish within hail almost of relatives and friends.

for a long time they refused to credit the appalling truth that their case was all but hopeless,—anchored as they were close to a lee shore, with inadequate ground tackle, and an increasing gale. when the chain of the smaller anchor snapped, and the captain ordered the minute-gun to be fired, and rockets to be thrown up, then the wail of terror began:—

“then shrieked the timid, and stood still the brave.”

“you’d better order the boats to be lowered,” said the dark passenger to the captain, with a sneer that seemed unnatural as well as unfeeling in the circumstances.

the captain, who was standing by the starboard mizzen shrouds at the time, glanced angrily at him for a moment, and said:—

“ha! you know well enough that there ain’t boats enough in the ship to carry all the passengers, and if there were, they could not live for a moment in such a sea.”

“yes,” replied the dark man, vehemently, “i know that well enough; and i know, too, that there’s no lifeboat of any kind aboard, nor life-jackets, nor life-buoys, beyond what would suffice to float some half dozen men; and the owners knew this before sending their ship to sea, and, knowing it, they cared not a rap, because they had insured ship and cargo to the full value. human life, not being counted part of the cargo, is of no value whatever to them.”

“come, mr clelland,” said the captain, reproachfully, “is this a time for a christian man to encourage bitter feelings against his fellows because of systems and customs, bad or good?”

“ay, it is the time,” answered the other; “at least if i don’t let out my mind now, it’s not likely i’ll find a fitter time to do it in this world.”

he said this somewhat sadly, and turned away, just as the captain gave orders to throw up another rocket.

far along that stormy coast the rocket was seen by hundreds who knew well what the signal meant, and many of whom, no doubt, offered up prayer to god for those who were in danger. most of them, however, felt that they could do nothing in the way of affording aid. our friend bax and his companions were not of this mind, as we have seen.

some of the stout-hearted boatmen of deal also thought that something might be done, and launched their luggers, but were in some cases obliged to desist owing to the ever-increasing fury of the storm.

the rockets were seen also by another party of seamen, who stood grouped under the lee of a boat-house far away to the southward. this was the crew of a small lifeboat which stood ready to be launched. the boat was quickly run out of its house by command of its coxswain, and the crew hastily equipped themselves for their dangerous work.

they put on life-jackets made of a number of pieces of cork sewed on canvas, in such a way as to cover their bodies from shoulder to waist without interfering with the play of the arms. some of the men objected to put these on at first, feeling afraid lest their courage should be called in question, in consequence of their using a contrivance which was not in such general use at that time as it is now. their objections were overcome, however, except in the case of one young man, who exclaimed, “no, no, none o’ yer floats for me. when my time comes i must go, and them things won’t save me.”

the poor man did not see that the same argument, if correct, would have justified his going off in a coble instead of a lifeboat. the want of perception on this point, and false pride, cost him his life.

several young women, wives of some of the men, had assembled there to dissuade their husbands from going out on such a terrible night. these were so alarmed at the terrific thunder of the surf on the shores of the little bay, and the howling of the wind, that they clung to the men and entreated them with tears not to venture. is it a matter of wonder that these bold fellows, who could not be appalled by the storm, found it difficult to resist the power of woman’s tears? they wavered for a few seconds; but when the coxswain, who was a cool, intrepid old man-of-war’s man, cried in a hearty voice, “now then, lads, look alive; shove off and jump in!” every man sprang to his post, and the lifeboat was afloat in an instant. through some mismanagement, however, she turned broadside to the sea, was overturned instantly, and rolled over on the beach. the women shrieked; the men on shore ran to the rescue, and fortunately saved every man with the exception of the one who had refused to put on the life-jacket, and who being less able to support himself than his companions when washed back into deep water by each retiring wave, became at length exhausted and ceased to struggle for life. when he was at last laid hold of and dragged ashore, he was dead.

while some of the men were engaged in fruitless efforts to save this man, the rest of the crew, having suffered little, were about to launch the boat a second time, when the women again rushed forward and clung to them with such eager entreaties, that they began at last to entertain the idea of the storm being too wild for them to venture off.

lest the reader should unjustly censure these men, we must remind him of the fact that the self-righting principle not having at that time been discovered, the danger incurred in case of an upset was very great, and the boat about which we are writing, being small, ran considerable risk of being capsized by the heavy seas. in fact, almost the only difference between lifeboats and ordinary boats, at this time, was the incapacity of the former to sink when filled with water, owing to the buoyancy of the air-chambers fitted round their sides. if filled by a sea, much valuable time had to be lost in baling out the water before the oars could be effectively resumed, and if overturned it was a matter of the greatest difficulty for the men in the water to right them again; in some cases it had proved impossible. all these defects are remedied now-a-days; but more on this head hereafter.

while the men were in this undecided state of mind, regardless alike of the commands and the taunts of the coxswain, two men were seen to leap down the slope that lay between the cliffs and the sea, and make for the group of boatmen at full speed. as they drew near they were recognised to be mr hamilton, a young midshipman, then on leave of absence, and his friend thompson, an old college companion.

they ran straight to the boat, the former shouting, as he came up:—

“ho! get her off, lads; a large ship ashore in saint margaret’s bay; now then, all together, and with a will!”

so powerful was the influence of the young middy’s clear voice and prompt action, that the men with one accord shoved the lifeboat into the sea; succeeded in keeping her stern to the waves until they were beyond the roughest of the breakers; and then, laying to their oars manfully, pulled away for the scene of the wreck.

they were soon lost in darkness, and the poor women returned weeping to their homes, there to throw on some additional covering, and hasten towards the same spot by land.