diving practice extraordinary in the east.

in a certain street of hong-kong there stands one of those temples in which men devote themselves to the consumption of opium, that terrible drug which is said to destroy the natives of the celestial empire more fatally than “strong drink” does the peoples of the west. in various little compartments of this temple, many celestials lay in various conditions of debauch. among them was a stout youth of twenty or so. he was in the act of lighting the little pipe from which the noxious vapour is inhaled. his fat and healthy visage proved that he had only commenced his downward career.

he had scarce drawn a single whiff, however, when a burly sailor-like man in an english garb entered the temple, went straight to the compartment where our beginner reclined, plucked the pipe from his hand, and dashed it on the ground.

“i know’d ye was here,” said the man, sternly, “an’ i said you was here, an’ sure haven’t i found you here—you spalpeen! you pig-faced bag o’ fat! what d’ee mane by it, chok-foo? didn’t i say i’d give you as much baccy as ye could chaw or smoke an ye’d only kape out o’ this place? come along wid ye!”

it is perhaps scarcely necessary to say that the man who spoke, and who immediately collared and dragged chok-foo away, was none other than our friend rooney machowl. that worthy had been sent to china in advance of the party of divers with his wife and baby—for in the event of success he said he’d be able to “affoord it,” and in the event of failure he meant to try his luck in “furrin’ parts,” and would on no account leave either wife or chick behind him.

on his arrival a double misfortune awaited him. first he found that his employer, edgar berrington, was laid up with fever, in the house of an english friend, and could not be spoken to, or even seen; and second, the lodging in which he had put up caught fire the second night after his arrival, and was burnt to the ground, with all its contents, including nearly the whole of his diving apparatus. fortunately, the unlucky irishman saved his wife and child and money, the last having been placed in a leathern belt made for the purpose, and worn night and day round his waist. being a resolute and hopeful man, rooney determined to hunt up a diving apparatus of some sort, if such was to be found in china, and he succeeded. he found, in an old iron-and-rag-store sort of place, a very ancient head-piece and dress, which were in good repair though of primitive construction. fortunately, his own pumps and air-pipes, having been deposited in an out-house, had escaped the general conflagration.

rooney was a man of contrivance and resource. he soon fitted the pump to the new dress and found that it worked well, though the helmet was destitute of the modern regulating valves under the diver’s control, and he knew that it must needs therefore leave the diver who should use it very much at the mercy of the men who worked the pumps.

after the fire, rooney removed with his family to the house of a chinese labourer named chok-foo, whose brother, ram-stam, dwelt with him. they were both honest hard-working men, but chok-foo was beginning, as we have seen, to fall under the baleful influence of opium-smoking. ram-stam may be said to have been a teetotaler in this respect. they were both men of humble spirit.

chok-foo took the destruction of his pipe and the rough collaring that followed in good part, protesting, in an extraordinary jargon, which is styled pidgin-english, that he had only meant to have a “very littee smokee,” not being able, just then, to resist the temptation.

“blathers!” said rooney, as they walked along in the direction of the lower part of the town, “you could resist the timptation aisy av you’d only try, for you’re only beginnin’, an’ it hasn’t got howld of ’ee yit. look at your brother ram, now; why don’t ’ee take example by him?”

“yis, ram-stam’s first-chop boy,” said chok-foo, with a penitential expression on his fat visage.

“well, then, you try and be a first-chop boy too, chok, an’ it’ll be better for you. now, you see, you’ve kep’ us all waiting for full half an hour, though we was so anxious to try how the dress answers.”

in a few minutes the son of erin and the chinaman entered the half ruinous pagoda which was their habitation. here little mrs machowl was on her knees before an air-pump, oiling and rubbing up its parts. ram-stam, with clasped hands, head a little on one side, and a gentle smile of approbation on his lips, admired the progress of the operation.

“now then, chok and ram,” said rooney, sitting down on a stool and making the two men stand before him like a small awkward squad, “i’m goin’ to taich you about pumps an’ pumpin’, so pay attintion av ye plaze. hids up an’ ears on full cock! now then.”

here the vigorous diver began an elaborate explanation which we will spare the reader, and which his pupils evidently did not comprehend, though they smiled with ineffable sweetness and listened with close attention. when, however, the teacher descended from theory to practice, and took the pump to pieces, put it up again, and showed the manner of working, the chinamen became more intelligent, and soon showed that they could turn the handles with great vigour. they were hopelessly stupid, however, in regard to the use of the signal-line—insomuch that rooney began to despair.

“niver mind, boys,” he cried, hopefully, “we’ll try it.”

accordingly he donned the diving-dress, and teaching his wife how to screw on the bull’s-eye, he gave the signal to “pump away.”

of course chok-foo and ram-stam, though anxious to do well, did ill continually. when rooney, standing in the room and looking at them, signalled to give “more air,” they became anxious and gave him less, until his dress was nearly empty. when he signalled for “less air” they gave him more, until his dress nearly burst, and then, not having the breast-valve, he was obliged to unscrew his front-glass to prevent an explosion! at last the perplexed man resolved to make his wife do duty as attender to signals, and was fortunate in this arrangement at first, for molly was quick of apprehension. she soon understood all about it, and, receiving her husband’s signals, directed the chinamen what to do. in order to test his assistants better, he then went out on the verandah of the pagoda, where the pumpers could not see him nor he them. he was, of course, fully dressed, only the bull’s-eye was not fixed.

“now, molly, dear,” said he, “go to work just as if i was goin’ under water.”

molly dimpled her cheeks with a smile as she held up the glass, and said, “are ye ready?”

“not yet; putt your lips here first.”

he stooped; molly inserted part of her face into the circular hole, and a smack resounded in the helmet.

“now, cushla, i’m ready.”

“pump away, boys,” shouted the energetic little woman.

as soon as she heard the hiss of the air in the helmet, she screwed on the bull’s-eye, and our diver was as much shut off from surrounding atmosphere as if he had been twenty fathoms under the sea. then she went to where the pumpers were at work, and taking the air-pipe in one hand and the life-line in the other, awaited signals. these were soon sent from the verandah. more air was demanded and given; less was asked and the pumpers wrought gently. molly gave one pull at the life-line, “all right?” rooney replied, “all right.” this was repeated several times. then came four sharp pulls at the line. molly was on the alert; she bid ram-stam continue to pump while chok-foo helped her to pull the diver forcibly out of the verandah into the interior of the pagoda amid shouts of laughter, in which rooney plainly joined though his voice could not be heard.

“capital, molly,” exclaimed the delighted husband when his glass was off; “i always belaved—an’ i belave it now more than iver—that a purty woman is fit for anything. after a few more experiments like that i’ll go down in shallow wather wid an aisy mind.”

rooney kept his word. when he deemed his assistants perfect at their work, he went one morning to the river with all his gear, hired a boat, pushed off till he had got into two fathoms water, and then, dressing himself with the aid of the chinamen, prepared to descend.

“are you ready?” asked his wife.

“yis, cushla, but you’ve forgot the kiss.”

“am i to kiss all the divers we shall have to do with before sending them down?” she asked.

“if you want all the divers to be kicked you may,” was the reply.

molly cut short further remark by giving the order to pump, and affixing the glass. for a few seconds the diver looked earnestly at the chinamen and at his better half, who may have been said to hold his life in her hands. then he stepped boldly on the short ladder that had been let down outside the boat, and was soon lost to view in the multitude of air-bells that rose above him.

now, rooney had neglected to take into his calculations the excitability of female nerves. it was all very well for his wife to remember everything and proceed correctly when he was in the verandah of the pagoda, but when she knew that her best-beloved was at the bottom of the sea, and saw the air-bells rising, her courage vanished, and with her courage went her presence of mind. a rush of alarm entered her soul as she saw the boiling of the water, and fancying she was giving too much air, she said hurriedly, “pump slow, boys,” but immediately conceiving she had done wrong, she said, “pump harder, boys.”

the chinamen pumped with a will, for they also had become excited, and were only too glad to obey orders.

a signal-pull now came for “less air,” but molly had taken up an idea, and it could not be dislodged. she thought it must be “more air” that was wanted.

“pump away, boys—pump,” she cried, in rapidly increasing alarm.

chok-foo and ram-stam obeyed.

the signal was repeated somewhat impatiently.

“pump away, boys; for dear life—pump,” cried the little woman in desperate anxiety.

perspiration rolled down the cheeks of chok-foo and ram-stam as they gasped for breath and turned the handles with all the strength they possessed.

“pump—oh! pump—for pity’s sake.”

she ended with a wild shriek, for at that moment the waves were cleft alongside, and rooney machowl came up from the bottom, feet foremost, with a bounce that covered the sea with foam. he had literally been blown up from the bottom—his dress being filled with so much compressed air that he had become like a huge bladder, and despite all his weights, he rolled helplessly on the surface in vain attempts to get his head up and his feet down.

of course his distracted wife hauled in on the life-line with all her might, and chok-foo and ram-stam, forsaking the pump, lent their aid and soon hauled the luckless diver into the boat, when his first act was to deal the chinamen a cuff each that sent one into the stern-sheets on his nose, and the other into the bow on his back. immediately thereafter he fell down as if senseless, and molly, with trembling hands, unscrewed the bull’s-eye.

her horror may be imagined when she beheld the countenance of her husband as pale as death, while blood flowed copiously from his mouth, ears, and nostrils.

“niver mind, cushla!” he said, faintly, “i’ll be all right in a minute. this couldn’t have happened if i’d had one o’ the noo helmets.—git off my—”

“ochone! he’s fainted!” cried mrs machowl; “help me, boys.”

in a few minutes rooney’s helmet was removed and he began to recover, but it was not until several days had elapsed that he was completely restored; so severe had been the consequences of the enormous pressure to which his lungs and tissues had been subjected, by the powerful working of the pump on that memorable day by ram-stam and chok-foo.