a sunken wreck inspected, sundry wonderful doings under water recorded, and various plans successfully carried out.

the vessel which edgar berrington had left his native element to inspect was a large barque. it had gone to the bottom only a few months after having been launched. the cargo, being intended for the cape of good hope colony, was of a miscellaneous character, and some of it was of course ruined by water, but much remained almost uninjured, or only a little damaged.

it was for the purpose of raising the latter portion of the cargo that baldwin and his men had been engaged by mr hazlit. hitherto the divers had been extremely successful. with the usual appliances of slings, chains, shears and windlasses, etcetera, they had already recovered a large quantity of goods, and were still busy in the hold when edgar went down.

as we have said, the wreck lay in comparatively deep water—about ten fathoms. the ladder which descended from the side of the diver’s vessel was not two fathoms in length, so that after reaching the lowest round, edgar had to continue his descent by slipping down the rope which hung from the ladder and was weighted at the bottom with a stone.

on reaching the ground he knelt, set down the lamp, and attached his guide-line to the stone. while thus engaged he looked with much interest at his little lamp, which burned as brightly and steadily down in the depths of ocean as if on land, while, from its chimney the air which gave it life rose upwards in a constant stream of bubbles. the water being dense and very dark its light did not penetrate far, but close to the bull’s-eye it was sufficiently strong to enable our hero to see what he was about. having fixed the line, he was about to move in the direction of the wreck when he received one pull on his life-line. replying to it with one pull—“all right”—he was again about to move, when a strange unearthly sound filled his ears, and he smiled to think that in his interest about the lamp and fastening his guide-line he had totally forgotten the speaking apparatus connected with his helmet.

“how d’ee git on down there?” inquired the voice, which sounded strangely mysterious, not to say unpleasant, in his confined metal head-piece.

“splendidly,” he replied, not applying his mouth to any orifice in his helmet—for there was no opening into the speaking-tube—but simply giving utterance to the word in his usual manner. “i’ve just fixed my line and am going to move on.”

“go ahead, and luck go with ’ee,” was the prompt reply from joe baldwin.

we have said that there was no opening into the helmet in connection with the speaking apparatus, such not being necessary. it was quite sufficient that the speaking-tube was fastened to the outside of the helmet, just over a sort of cavity formed inside by means of what we may style an interior patch of metal. the sound passed through the head-piece and up the tube—or vice versa—and thus even though the tube should get broken and filled with water, no evil result could follow to the diver.

suddenly berrington was again arrested.

“hallo!” shouted baldwin.

“hallo! well?” was sent up in reply, and the voice that came from below came out at the mouth-piece above, so soft and faint and far-far-away-like that it seemed to joe to belong to another world, and had to be listened to attentively to be understood.

“d’you think you could read by the light of your lamp?”

“yes, i’m sure i could.”

“look out then; i’m sending you down a copy o’ the times.”

the youth looked up, and now perceived the advantage of the fourth hole or window, just over the forehead, which is peculiar to the denayrouze helmet, most others having only three openings. he could look up by merely raising his eyes, whereas with the other helmets it is necessary to bend well back in order to get the front-glass to face upwards. afterwards he found that there were some who objected to this glass on the ground that as divers when below, and in total or partial darkness, are constantly butting their heads against beams and other portions of wrecks, the upper glass would be in frequent danger of being broken, but to this it was replied that it might be well guarded by powerful cross-bars. the point we believe is still an open question. at all events the upper glass was found useful on the occasion to which we refer, for, looking up through it, our amateur diver saw a stone coming down to him. it was lowered by a piece of twine, and tied to it was an old times newspaper. detaching and unfolding it berrington set his lamp on the sand, and, seating himself beside it, found that he could read with perfect ease!

intimating the fact to his friend above, he returned the paper and began his explorations.

he had been lowered close beside the stern of the wreck, that he might be as far as possible from the divers who were at work in the hold, and had taken only half a dozen steps in the direction of it when its vast bulk appeared above him, looming through the dark water like a darker cloud. for some time he went carefully round it, minutely examining the rudder and stern-post and the parts connected therewith, all of which he found to be uninjured. then, passing along the starboard side, he proceeded in his inspection until he reached a point which he judged to be nearly amidships. glancing upwards, he thought he could see the life-lines and air-pipes of the other divers. to make sure he signalled for more air. this he did by means of the air-pipe—two pulls—instead of using the speaking-tube, because the air-pipe and life-line are never for a single instant let go or neglected by the attendants above, whereas the speaking-tube, on that occasion, was merely tried for the first time by these divers as an experiment. immediately the puffing at the airhole showed that the men at the pumps were on the alert. edgar now closed his front-valve so that no air at all was suffered to escape through it; the dress began to inflate, and in a few seconds was swelled out pretty tightly.

up to that period he had felt no further inconvenience than a slight pressure on the drums of his ears, which was relieved by the usual method of swallowing the saliva, which action has the effect of opening a small, and not easily opened, internal orifice or passage to the drum, and thus, by admitting the condensed air to the interior of the ear, enables it to resist the pressure on the outside. each inspiration of air has the same effect on the lungs, and the pressure, inside and outside, being at once equalised, is in their case unfelt, although it remains and tests the strength of the animal tissues. hence it is a recognised rule that a man who has at any time spat blood is unsuited to a diver’s work, as his weak blood-vessels are apt to burst. but now, under the increased pressure, our hero felt his ears affected considerably, and other disagreeable sensations came on—such as singing in the head, etcetera; nevertheless, confident in his strength, he persevered.

presently the amount of air in his dress more than counterbalanced the weight of lead about him—great though it was—and he began to rise like a cork—slowly. in a few seconds his head was close to the lines and air-pipes which he observed passing over the bulwarks of the wreck and down into the hold. afraid lest he should get entangled in them he caught hold of the end of a piece of iron which projected near him and checked his upward rise. at the same time he opened his valves; the air rushed out, and he immediately descended. on reaching the bottom he regulated the valves so as to give himself just enough of air to permit of his keeping the ground, and moving about as before.

he had observed, while up, that one set of lines diverged away from the wreck, but this did not strike him at the time as being noteworthy. after a few minutes he signalled his friends above, and shouted by means of the speaking-tube—

“pay out the air-pipe and life-lines and give me free play.”

this being done he could pass under the lines of the other divers, and examined the wreck as far as the bow, where he found an immense hole, partially filled by a mass of the rock which had originally driven it in. this of itself was sufficient to have sunk the vessel. in order to examine the port side of the wreck he returned towards the stern and signalled for more air. as before, he rose to the bulwarks, over which he passed by a slight effort, and, opening the valves, dropt gently, like a bird, upon the deck. walking across it slowly, and with some difficulty, owing to the broken spars and cordage with which it was encumbered, he passed over the port bulwarks and lowered himself again to the bottom. a careful examination showed him that no injury worth mentioning had been sustained on that side, and he finally came to the conclusion that the large hole in the starboard bow was the only serious damage done to the hull.

to make sure of this he returned to it, and satisfied himself as to its exact nature and extent. while thus engaged, his attention was again directed to the diverging line and air-pipe before referred to. following these up he came to a mass of rocks, in a snug corner of which he found a diver fast asleep. at first he could scarcely believe his eyes, but when he cautiously held the lantern close to the man’s front-glass all doubt was removed, for not only were the eyes of the sleeper tightly closed, but the opening and shutting of his nostrils, coupled with certain regular motions about the lips, gave unquestionable evidence that the man was snoring vigorously, although, of course, no sound passed the metal covering that hermetically sealed his head.

while edgar gazed at the slumberer, around whose form a number of small fish were prying inquiringly, he observed that his life-line received a jerk, and came to the correct conclusion that the attendants above, alarmed at the absence of motion in the diver’s life-line and air-pipe, had signalled to know if all was right. of course he expected that the sleeper would give no reply, and would, according to rule in such cases, be hauled up without delay. what then was his astonishment to see the man slowly lay hold of his lifeline with his left hand, give it a single tug to indicate that all was right, and then settle himself more comfortably to continue his submarine slumbers!

our hero gave vent to an uncontrollable burst of laughter, which, however, resounded so horribly in his ears that he checked it suddenly and began to consider what he should do in order to punish the idler.

remembering to have heard it said that divers might communicate with each other with their voices by bringing their helmets into contact, so that the sound should vibrate through both, he resolved to test this and try an effect. hooking the lantern to his belt behind, in such a way that its light was concealed, he kneeled down beside the diver—who, he had no doubt, was the jem hogg mentioned to him by baldwin—and rested his helmet on the rock, in such a way that the side of it was brought into contact with the back of jem’s head-piece. no sooner did it touch than the snoring became audible. feeling assured, therefore, of success, our hero drew in a long breath and gave vent to a red-indian yell that rendered himself completely deaf. its effect on the sleeper was electric. edgar could just hear the beginning of a responsive yell of terror when jem’s springing up separated the helmets and produced silence. at first the scared man stood up and stared right before him in a state of wild amazement, while edgar took care to stand directly behind him, out of sight. a man in a diving-dress cannot turn his head round so as to look over his shoulder. when he wishes to see behind him he must needs turn round. seeing nothing in front to account for the alarming sound, jem began to turn, but edgar knew that this motion would have the effect of twisting their lines and pipes together. he therefore seized jem suddenly round the chest, and, being a much larger and stronger man, held him like a vice in the grasp of his left arm while he pommelled him heartily with his right all over the back and ribs. at the same time he punished him considerably with his knees, and then, a sudden fancy striking him, he placed his helmet against that of jem, and began to laugh, howl, and yell like a maniac, the laughter being rendered very real and particularly effective owing to the shrieks of terror which he then heard issuing from the horrified diver. not content with this he seized his lantern and passed it smartly in front of his victim’s front-glass, in the hope that the unwonted and unaccountable glare might add to his consternation. that he had not failed in his intention was made plain by the shock which he immediately felt thrilling jem’s frame from head to foot.

strong though he was, however, our hero was not powerful enough to prevent the struggle from agitating the air-pipes and lines to such an extent that those in charge above became alarmed, and signalled down to jem to know if all was right. edgar observed the jerk, and felt the diver make a violent effort to disengage one hand, with the intention, no doubt, of replying; he therefore held him all the tighter, and seizing the line replied for him—“all right.” at the same moment his own line received one jerk, to which he quickly replied in the same manner, and then resumed his belabouring, which, being delivered under water, required to be done vigorously in order to have any satisfactory effect. while thus engaged, and during a momentary pause in his howlings, he heard a faint voice come down his speaking-tube, and instantly removed his head from jim’s in order to prevent the latter hearing it.

“what on earth are you about down there?”

“never mind; all right; attend to signals!” answered edgar sharply; then, being pretty well fatigued with his exertions, he suddenly gave four pulls at jem’s line with such good-will as almost to haul the attendant at the other end into the sea. at the same instant he relaxed his grip and jem hogg shot upwards like a submarine rocket!

while this struggle was going on at the bottom, the attendants above were, as we have said, greatly perplexed, and it is certain that they would have hauled both divers up but for the reassuring signals of young berrington.

“i say, bill,” remarked one of the couple who held jem hogg’s lines, “jem seems to be doin’ somethin’ uncommon queer—he’s either got hold of a conger-eel by the tail, or he’s amoosin himself by dancin’ a hornpipe.”

“why, boys,” answered bill, who was one of the attendants on edgar, “i do believe mr berrington has got hold o’ somethin’ o’ the same sort. see here: his line is quiverin’ as if a grampus was nibblin’ at the end of it. hadn’t we better haul ’im up, sir?”

he addressed joe baldwin, who chanced to come on deck at the moment.

“haul ’im up—no, why?”

“why, sir, just look at the lines an’ pipes.”

“have you signalled down?” asked joe.

“yes, sir, an’ he’s answered ‘all right.’”

“so’s jem, sir, signalled the same,” said one of the latter’s attendants.

baldwin looked anxiously at the lines, and went quickly to the speaking-tube, to which he applied his ear. a look of surprise mingled with the anxiety as he put his lips to the tube.

it was at this moment that he sent down the message before referred to, and received edgar’s prompt reply.

“all right,” said baldwin, turning gravely to his men, while a little gleam of intelligence and humour twinkled in his grey eyes. “when a man signals ‘all right,’ he must be all right, you know. let ’em alone, but stand by and mind your signals.”

he had scarcely finished speaking when the man at jem’s life-line gave a shout, and held on, as if to an angry shark.

“hallo! hi! haul in. lend a hand!”

he said no more, and did not require to, for willing hands came to the rescue.

in a few seconds poor jem hogg was hauled inboard, and tumbled on the deck, where he lay rolling about for some time, and kicking as if in a fit.

“hold him fast, bill! off with his mouth-piece,” cried baldwin, kneeling on the writhing diver; “why, what’s wrong, jem?”

“wrong?” gasped jem, as soon as his glass was off; “wrong? hey!—haul me up! hi!—”

these exclamations terminated in a fearful yell, and it was plain that jem was about to relapse into hysterics or a fit, when baldwin, lifting him in his arms, planted him sitting-wise, and with some violence, on a seat.

“come, none o’ that” he said sternly. “off with his helmet, bill. if you don’t quiet yourself, i’ll chuck you overboard—d’ee hear?”

somewhat reassured by this remark, and having his helmet and weights removed, jem hogg looked about him with bloodshot eyes and a countenance that was almost sea-green with terror.

“there’s nothin’ bu’st about your dress,” said baldwin, examining it, “nor broken about the helmet. what on earth’s wrong with you?”

“wrong?” shouted jem again, while a horrible grin distorted his unhandsome visage; “wrong? hey! oh! i’ve seen—seen the—ho!—”

another relapse seemed imminent, but baldwin held up a warning finger, which restored him, and then the poor man went on by slow degrees, and with many gasping interruptions, to tell how, when busily engaged at work in the hold of the wreck, he had been suddenly seized by a “zanthripologus,” or some such hideous creature, with only one eye, like a glaring carbuncle in its stomach, and dragged right out o’ the hold, overboard, taken to the bottom, and there bashed and battered among the rocks, until all his bones were smashed; squeezed by the monster’s tentacles—sixteen feet long at the very least—until all his ribs were broke, and his heart nigh forced out of his mouth, and finally pitched right up to the surface with one tremendous swing of its mighty tail!

all this and a great deal more was related by the unfortunate diver, while having his dress removed, his volubility increasing as his fears were allayed, but he was not fairly restored to his wonted state of mind until he had swallowed a stiff glass of grog, and been put into his hammock, where, in his sleep, he was heard to protest with great fervour that he wouldn’t go under water again for any sum short of ten hundred thousand million pounds!

meanwhile our amateur diver continued his inspection of the wreck. returning to the deck he went down into the hold.

the idea occurred to him that the other divers might also be indulging in a siesta. he therefore left his lamp on the deck behind him. the hold was very dark, and at first he could see nothing. as he could hear nothing, he fancied that the men could not be there, but he was somewhat rudely corrected in this error by receiving a severe blow on the helmet from a large box which, having just been attached to the slings, was being hauled up by the men at the windlass overhead. the blow knocked him off a beam on which he stood, and he fell on the cargo below, fortunately, however, without evil result, owing to the medium in which he half-floated. presently his eyes became accustomed to the faint light that penetrated from above, and he saw an indistinct figure moving slowly towards him, with a sprawling motion. as it drew near, the huge head and distended form proved it to be a diver. he was guiding the box above mentioned, and had let it slip, when it came so violently against edgar’s helmet. not wishing to be recognised at first, our amateur drew back into a darker spot and watched.

the diver bent his head close to the slings, apparently to see that all was secure, and gave a signal with his line on which the box moved slowly up. a few minutes later it was deposited on the deck of the vessel overhead, and added to the heap of goods which had previously been recovered from the deep.

the diver sprawled slowly back into darkness again. as he disappeared, a similar figure became faintly visible, guiding another box of goods. the box was sent up as before, and now edgar was convinced that rooney machowl and his comrade david maxwell—unlike their sleepy-headed companion—were busy at work.

thousands of pounds’ worth of property is saved in this manner by divers every year—not only on the coasts of england, but all over the world, where-ever human enterprise and commerce have touched, or costly ships gone down.

as we have said, a large portion of the cargo of the seagull had already been recovered. during the process a healthy spirit of emulation had arisen among the men as to which of them should send up most of the sunken property. rooney and maxwell were confessedly the best divers among them, but the rivalry between these two had degenerated, on the part of maxwell, into a spirit of jealousy. under the influence of this, even rooney’s good-nature had to some extent given way, and frequent disputes and semi-quarrels were the result. but these quarrels were always made up, and the two were soon as good friends as ever.

at this time, however, while edgar berrington stood watching them, these two men seemed to have found an apple of discord of unusual size—to judge from the energetic display of feeling which it occasioned. edgar never ascertained what the bale in dispute contained, but he saw them appear rather suddenly and simultaneously, dragging it between them. the violent gesticulations of the two showed that their spirits were greatly roused, both having evidently resolved to claim and keep possession of the bale. at last one of them struck the other a severe blow on the chest, which, though it did not hurt him, caused him to stumble and fall. from his smaller size edgar judged the striker to be rooney. before the other could recover, he had fastened his slings to the bale, and given the signal to hoist—intending to go up with it, but maxwell caught him by the legs and attempted to drag him off, whereupon rooney kicked as hard as his suspended position would admit of, and in his struggles kicked in one of the glasses of his comrade’s helmet. the water instantly began to rush in, and he would certainly have been suffocated had he not signalled quickly, and been hauled up to the surface without delay. at the same time rooney machowl signalled to be hauled up in haste, and appeared on deck of the attendant vessel, in dreadful anxiety as to the consequence of his violent conduct under water.

but maxwell was not seriously injured. he had indeed been half-suffocated, and had to be invalided for a few days, but soon he and rooney were at work again, as good—or, if you will, as bad—friends as ever!

after this incident edgar received a pull on his life-line, to which he replied “all right.” immediately after, and while he was in the act of rising from the hold of the wreck by the process of retaining his air until it floated him, he heard baldwin’s voice saying—

“you’ve kicked up a pretty shindy among my men, mister edgar, since you went under. don’t you think you’d better come up?”

“yes, i’m coming directly,” he replied.

“there’s a letter here for you—just brought off by a boat.”

“all right; send me more air.”

while this order was being obeyed, edgar made his way to the ladder-line, being guided thereto by his guide-line, and then, shutting his valves, he quickly inflated his dress which soon floated him, so that he used the rope depending from the ladder merely to guide him upwards. as he ascended the light became gradually stronger, the pressure of water also decreased, obliging him to open his valves and let out air which was becoming superabundant. at last he emerged from the sea, was assisted over the side, and two men began to divest him of his dress.

while thus occupied he read his letter. it was from the owners of the steamer in which he had made his recent voyage. not being aware of his distance from london they merely asked him to call, as they wished to talk with him on a matter of importance.

“i wish they had mentioned what the matter was,” said edgar, with a troubled look, as he and baldwin descended to the cabin. “it may be important enough to justify my returning to london at once, and yet may not be worth more than a walk of half a mile.”

“true, mister edgar,” said baldwin. “however, as you say you’ve examined the hull well, and feel sure it can be raised, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t go see about the apparatus required, and so kill two birds with one stone. meanwhile, i’ll write to mr hazlit, recommending him to try to raise the wreck, and he’s pretty sure to take my advice.”

in accordance with this plan edgar returned to london. we will not however trace his future steps in regard to the seagull. it is sufficient to say that his advice was acted on. the divers tightly closed the hole in the bow of the wreck, they also stopped up every other orifice in her, and then pumped her out until at last she floated, was towed into dock, and finally repaired.

thus were several thousands of pounds saved to mr hazlit, and not only to him, but to the world, for a lost ship—unlike a dropt purse—is a total loss to the human race.