the rescue.

fortunate is it for this land that those who war for evil and those who fight for good do so side by side; and well is it for poor humanity that the bane and the antidote grow together. the misanthrope sends his poisonous streams throughout the land, but the philanthropist erects his dams everywhere to stem the foul torrents and turn them aside. the infidel plants unbelief with reckless hand far and wide, but the christian scatters the “word” broadcast over the land. the sordid shipowner strews the coast with wreck and murdered fellow-creatures; but, thank god, the righteous shipowner—along with other like-minded men—sends forth a fleet of lifeboats from almost every bay and cove along the shore to rob the deep of its prey, and rescue the perishing.

in the bay where the swordfish was stranded there chanced to be a lifeboat. most of her noble crew were, at the time the vessel struck, in chapel, probably engaged in singing the hymns of the great john wesley, or listening to the preaching of the “old, old story” of the salvation of souls through faith in jesus christ. but there were bodies to be saved that day as well as souls, and the stout arms of the lifeboat crew were needed.

the cry was quickly raised, “a wreck in the bay!” the shout that naturally followed was, “the lifeboat!” a stalwart cornish gentleman sprang from his pew to serve his master in another field. he was the honorary local secretary of the lifeboat institution—a man brimful of physical energy, and with courage and heart for every good work. no time was lost. six powerful horses were procured so quickly that it seemed as if they had started ready harnessed into being. willing hands dragged the lifeboat, mounted on its carriage, from its shed, the horses were attached, and a loud cheer arose as the huge craft was whirled along the road towards the bay. the scene of the wreck was a mile distant, and a large town had to be traversed on the way thither. hundreds of worshippers were on the streets, returning home, with chastened thoughts and feelings perchance, from church and chapel. there was excitement, however, in their looks, for the echo of that cry, “the lifeboat!” had reached the ears of many, and eager inquiries were being made. presently the lifeboat itself, with all its peculiar gear, came thundering through the town, rudely dispelling, for a few moments, the solemnity of the sabbath day. hundreds of men, women, and children followed in its train, and hundreds more joined at every turn of the main thoroughfare.

“a wreck in the bay!” “crew in the rigging!” “mainmast gone!” “she can’t hold long together in such a sea!” “we’ll be in time yet!” “hurrah!”

such were some of the exclamations heard on all sides as the rescuers dashed along, and the excited multitude irresistibly followed. even females ventured to join the throng, and, holding shawls tightly round their heads and shoulders, went down on the exposed sands and faced the pelting storm.

in less than half an hour after the alarm was given, the lifeboat swept down to the beach, the horses, obedient to the rein, flew round, the boat’s bow was presented to the sea, and the carriage thrust as far into the surf as was possible. then hundreds of willing hands seized the launching ropes, and the boat, with her crew already seated, and the oars out, sprang from her carriage into the hissing flood.

a tremendous billow met her. “steady lads, give way!” cried the coxswain, on whose steering everything depended at the first plunge. the short oars cracked as the men strained every muscle, and shot the boat, not over, but right through the falling deluge. of course it was filled, but the discharging tubes freed it in a few seconds, and the cheers of the spectators had scarce burst forth when she rushed out to meet the succeeding breaker. there was another breathless moment, when hundreds of men, eager to vent their surcharged breast in another cheer, could only gaze and gasp—then a roar, a world of falling foam, and the lifeboat was submerged. but the gallant coxswain met the shock straight as an arrow, cleft the billow, and leaped onward—irresistibly onward—over, through, and in the teeth of raging wind and waves, until they were fairly out and dancing on the chaotic ocean.

but, just before this took place, the captain of the swordfish, ignorant of the fact that the lifeboat was hastening to the rescue, unfortunately took a fatal step. believing that no boat would venture to put off in such a gale, he ordered the ship’s launch to be lowered. this was done, but it was immediately upset and stove against the side. then the jollyboat was lowered, and nine men and the captain got into it. the old indian officer, with his daughter and all the women and children, were also, with great difficulty, put on board of it.

captain phelps was cool and self-possessed in that hour of danger. he steered the boat with consummate skill, and succeeded in keeping her afloat for some time. on she rushed, as if driven by an irresistible impulse, amid the cheers of the crowd, and the prayers of many that she might safely reach the land. the brave fellows who manned her struggled hard and well, but in vain. when the boat was little more three hundred yards from the shore an immense breaker overtook her.

“she’ll be swamped!” “she’s gone!” “god save her!” and similar cries burst from those on shore. next moment the wave had the boat in its powerful grasp, tossed her on its crest, whirled her round, and turned her keel up, leaving her freight of human beings struggling in the sea.

oh! it was a terrible thing for the thousands on land to stand so close to those drowning men and women without the power of stretching out a hand to save! no one could get near them, although they were so near. they were tossed like straws on the raging surf. now hurled on the crest of a wave, now sucked into the hollow beneath, and overwhelmed again and again. the frail ones of the hapless crew soon perished. the strong men struggled on with desperate energy to reach the shore. three of them seized the keel of the boat, but three times were they driven from their hold by the force of the seas. two or three caught at the floating oars, but most of them were soon carried away by the under-current. the captain, however, with five or six of the men, still struggled powerfully for life, and succeeded in swimming close to the beach.

up to this point there was one of the spectators who had stood behind the shelter of a bush, surveying, with sorrowful countenance, the tragic scene. he was a short, but fine-looking and very athletic man—a champion cornish wrestler, named william jeff. he was a first-rate boatman, and a bold swimmer. fortunately he also possessed a generous, daring heart. when this man saw captain phelps near the shore, he sprang forward, dashed into the surf, at the imminent risk of his life, and caught the captain by the hair. the retreating water well-nigh swept the brave rescuer away, but other men of the town, fearless like himself, leaped forward, joined hands, caught hold of jeff, and hauled him safe ashore along with the captain, who was carried away in a state of insensibility. again and again, at the risk of his life, did the champion wrestler wrestle with the waves and conquer them! aided by his daring comrades he dragged three others from the jaws of death. of those who entered the jolly-boat of the swordfish, only five reached the land. these were all sailors, and one of them, captain phelps, was so much exhausted by his exertions that, notwithstanding all that cordials, rubbing, and medical skill could effect, he sank in a few minutes, and died.

but while this was occurring on the beach, another scene of disaster was taking place at the wreck. the lifeboat, after a severe pull of more than an hour, reached the vessel. as she was passing under her stern a great sea struck the boat and immediately capsized her. all on board were at once thrown out. the boat was, however, one of those self-righting crafts, which had just at that time been introduced. she immediately righted, emptied herself, and the crew climbed into her by means of the life-lines festooned round her sides; but the brave coxswain was jammed under her by some wreck, and nearly lost his life—having to dive three or four times before he could extricate himself. when at last dragged into the boat by his comrades he was apparently dead. it was then discovered that the man who had pulled the stroke oar had been swept overboard and carried away. his companions believed him to be lost, but he had on one of the cork life-belts of the lifeboat institution, and was by it floated to the shore, where a brave fellow swam his horse out through the surf and rescued him.

meanwhile, the lifeboat men were so much injured and exhausted that they were utterly incapable of making any attempt to rescue those who remained of the crew of the swordfish. it was as much as they could do to guide the boat again towards the shore, steered by the second coxswain, who, although scarcely able to stand, performed his duty with consummate skill.

nothing of all this could be seen by the thousands on shore, owing to the spray which thickened the atmosphere, and the distance of the wreck. but when the lifeboat came in sight they soon perceived that something was wrong, and when she drew near they rushed to meet her. dismay filled every breast when they saw the coxswain carried out apparently dead, with a stream of blood trickling from a wound in his temple, and learned from the worn-out and disabled crew that no rescue had been effected. immediately the local secretary before mentioned, who had been all this time caring for those already rescued, and preparing for those expected, called for a volunteer crew, and the second coxswain at once shouted, “i’ll go again, sir!” this man’s bravery produced a wonderful moral effect. he was not permitted to go, being already too much exhausted, but his example caused volunteers to come forward promptly. among them were men of the coastguard, a body to which the country is deeply indebted for annually saving many lives. several gentlemen of the town also volunteered. with the new crew, and the chief officer of the coastguard at the helm, the noble boat was launched a second time.

the struggle which followed was tremendous, for they had to pull direct to windward in the teeth of wind and sea. sometimes the boat would rise almost perpendicularly to the waves, and the spectators gazed with bated breath, fearing that she must turn over; then she would gain a yard or two, and again be checked. thus, inch by inch, they advanced until the wreck was reached, and the sailors were successfully taken off. but this was not accomplished without damage to the rescuers, one of whom had three ribs broken, while others were more or less injured.

soon the boat was seen making once more for the beach. on she came on the wings of the wind. as she drew near, the people crowded towards her as far as the angry sea would permit.

“how many saved?” was the anxious question.

as the boat rushed forward, high on the crest of a tumultuous billow, the bowman stood up and shouted, “nine saved!” and in another moment, amid the ringing cheers of the vast multitude, the lifeboat leaped upon the sand with the rescued men!

“nine saved!” a pleasant piece of news that was to be read next day in the papers by those who contributed to place that lifeboat on the coast; for nine souls saved implies many more souls gladdened and filled with unutterable gratitude to almighty god.

but “twenty lost!” a dismal piece of news this to those at whose door the murders will lie till the day of doom. even john webster, esquire, grew pale when he heard of it, and his hard heart beat harder than usual against his iron ribs as he sat in the habitation of his soul and gazed at his deceased wife’s father over the chimney-piece, until he almost thought the canvas image frowned upon him.

there was more, however, behind these twenty lost lives than mr webster dreamed of. the links in the chains of providence are curiously intermingled, and it is impossible to say, when one of them gives way, which, or how many, will fall along with it, as the next chapter will show.