at seven o'clock the three lads gathered round the old sailor forward. joe having got his pipe to draw to his satisfaction, proceeded to relate the story of his shipwreck.

"it happened," he said, "on the very first v'yage i made as an a.b.; and proud i was, as you may guess, that i had done at last with being ordered here and ordered there, and kicked here and cuffed there. i was just twenty-one then, and as active and hearty a young chap as you would want to see; not over big, you know, and spare in flesh, but as strong and active as any on board a ship. well, it came on to blow just about the same latitude where the storm struck us the other day, but much heavier. i never saw a worse sky in all my v'yges, and when the blow came it seemed to me there was an end of everything at once. i need not tell you about the storm; you just take the last one and pile it up about ten times, and you have got it.

"although we were ready and prepared for it, and had snugged down till we scarce showed a rag of sail, over she went at the first blow, till we all thought as she was going to turn turtle. we cut away her main and mizzen, and at last got her before it and run. that gale blew for ten days right on end. the sea was tremendous. over and over again we were pooped, our bulwarks were carried away, the boats smashed, the caboose and pretty nigh everything else[164] on deck swept clean off. five of the hands had been washed overboard, another three men were down below badly hurt, and the first-mate had his leg broke. we were all pretty well exhausted, as you may guess. where we'd got to none knew, for we had never had a glimpse of the sun since the gale began; and it would not have made much difference if we had, because, you see, we could do nothing but just run before the wind wherever it liked to take us. but we knew anyhow we had got down into high latitudes, for the gale had been blowing pretty steady from the north-west.

"the air got bitterly cold all of a sudden; and though we could not see above a mile anywhere round us, we were pretty sure we were in the neighbourhood of ice. towards the afternoon of the tenth day the weather cleared just a little, though the wind seemed as high as ever, and we caught sight of some big bergs. the captain, who was as good a sort as ever sailed, had done his best all along to keep up our spirits. the cook had been washed overboard in his caboose; but the skipper had kept his steward at work boiling water over a little spirit-stove he had aft, and kept a supply of hot coffee there at all hours for us; and with that and biscuits we had got on fairly well. now he told us that he thought the gale would soon blow itself out, and that as soon as it abated enough to set a rag or two of sail he would try and bring us up under the lee of a berg.

"but it wasn't to be. it had just struck four bells, and there was a gleam of daylight; i was at the helm, with the captain, who had never lain down[165] for above an hour at a time since the gale began, beside me. suddenly i saw it become lighter ahead, just like a gray shadow against the blackness. i had but just noticed it when the skipper cried out, 'good god! there is a berg straight ahead, it is all over with us!' and then he gave a shout, 'all hands on deck!'

"there was nothing to do. we could not have changed our course a point if we had tried ever so much, and the berg, as we could see in another minute, stretched right away on both sides of us.

"'you can leave the helm, joe,' says the skipper; 'we have done all that men could do, we are in god's hands now.' i went forward with the rest, for i knew well that the only chance was to get on to the berg when she struck. it did not seem much of a chance, but it is wonderful how one clings to the hope of a few hours' more life.

"it was not five minutes from the time when we first saw the gray shadow ahead that we struck. the crash was tremendous. the mast snapped off as if it was a pipe-stem. the whole front of the ship seemed stove in, and i believe that more than half of those gathered forward were killed, either by the fall of the mast or by the breaking up of the bows. the bowsprit was driven aft, through the bits against the stump of the foremast, and did its share in the work. i was standing in the fore-chains, having got over there to avoid the fall of the mast. though i was holding tight to the shrouds i was well-nigh wrenched from my hold. there was one terrible cry, and then the ship seemed to break up as if she were glass, and i was in the water. a great wave came thundering down on me; it seemed to me[166] as if i was being carried right up into the air, then i felt a shock, and it was sometime before i knew anything more.

"when i came to myself it was daylight. for a bit i could not move, and i thought my ribs were staved in; but at last, after much trouble, i made a shift to work myself out and found that i was about fifty feet above the water. the wave had carried me upon its crest as it swept up the face of the berg, and just as it was at its highest had, by god's mercy, jammed me in between two pinnacles of ice, and though i daresay others had swept up as high, none of them had moved me. i sat for a time dazed and stupid, and then began to take a view of my position. the ship was gone. there was not a sign of a bit of floating timber or any of my messmates. i suppose all the wreckage had been swept away by the current.

"the iceberg had, i reckon, been floating a long time, for it was seamed all over with cracks and crevices. it had been up under a pretty hot sun before the long gale blew it and us south, and the surface was rough and honey-combed. i did not feel as grateful as i ought to have done, lads, that i had been cast up, for i saw nothing but death before me; and thought that it would have been better to have died when i lost my senses in the water than to have to die again as it were by cold or hunger on the berg. however i set-to to climb over the berg and down to the other side so as to get under its lee. it took me two or three hours of hard work, but by the end of that time my clothes were dry, and i got some spirit and hope in me again.[167]

"once over there i was pretty comfortable; the berg sheltered me from the wind, and the sun began to shine out a bit through the clouds, and in the afternoon, although it was still blowing hard, there was a blue sky overhead. there were a good many other bergs in sight, but none of them seemed near as big as the one that i was on. fortunately i had a couple of biscuits in my pocket, having thrust them in there when i ran up when there was a call for an extra hand at the helm. one of these i ate, then i lay down on a broad ledge and went off sound asleep. when i awoke it was night. i was warmly clad when we struck, having my thick oil-skin over my pea-jacket, but i felt a bit cold. however i was soon off again, and when i awoke morning had broken. i ate half my last biscuit, took a drink out of a pool—i do not know whether it was melted ice or rain-water—and then climbed up to the top of the berg and looked round.

"i had not expected to see a sail, and i didn't, for we were far out of the track of ships. still it was just possible one might have been driven south as we had been. the wind had pretty well dropped now, and the sea was going down. i could see by some small bergs near us that we were driving through the waters at a good rate. when a great mountain of ice like that, you know, gets way on it, it will keep it for a mighty long time. it did not make much difference to me which way we were going; i had only half a biscuit left, and no chance of getting more. i sat down and wondered how long i should last, and whether it would not be easier to go down and jump off into the water than to sit there and die[168] by inches. as i was thinking i was looking at what i had taken for another big berg, away in the distance, right on the course we were making, and it suddenly came to me that it was not the same colour as the others. i looked up to see if there was a bit of a cloud anywhere about that might have thrown it into shadow, but there weren't, and at last i felt sure that it wasn't no iceberg at all, but an island.

"i jumped on my feet now quick enough. an island would be better than this berg anyhow. there might be shell-fish and fruit—though fruit did not seem likely so far south—and birds and seals. i had heard tales from others as to islands in the south seas, and though i knew well enough that i should not find cocoa-nuts and such like, i thought i might get hold of something with which to make a shift to hold on until some whaler happened to pass along. for an hour or two i stood watching; at the end of that time i was sure it was land, and also that we were driving pretty straight towards it. as we got near i could see it was a big island that stretched right across our course, but was still a long way off. i felt sure we should ground somewhere in the night, for i had heard that icebergs drew a tremendous lot of water, and were two or three times as deep below the surface as they were above it. we were two or three hundred feet high, so unless the water kept deep right up to the island we should take ground a good way off it.

"when it got dark i went down on the other side of the berg, for i had sense enough to know that just in the same way as the masts of a ship went straight forward when she struck, the pinnacles of the berg[169] would go toppling down towards the island when she grounded. i was hungry enough, i can tell you, that day, but i kept my last half-biscuit until the morning, so as to give me strength to swim. i dosed off for a bit, but about eight bells, as near as i can guess, i heard a deep grating sort of noise. then i felt myself rising up. i went higher and higher, till i began to wonder whether there was any chance of the berg turning over. there was a noise like thunder as the pieces of ice broke off and went crashing down the other side. then slowly i began to sink down again, and i should say for an hour the berg rolled up and down. then i went off to sleep.

"as you may guess, i was on the top of the berg at daybreak, and saw we had drifted into a big bay, and had grounded about midway. the cliffs in most places rose sheer up out of the water, but here and there there were breaks, and i could see that the land beyond was rough and desolate-looking. i ate my last half-biscuit, and then made my way down to the water's edge. the shore seemed to me about half a mile away—a longish swim in cold water; but i was a good swimmer, and the sea between the berg and the land was as smooth as a pond. i took off my clothes, put them in the middle of my oil-skin and wrapped it round them, tying one of my stockings round the neck of the bag to keep it all together. i had bought the oil-skin just before i started on that voyage, and knew that it would keep out the water tidy. i could not get down nearer than twenty feet of the sea, so i dropped the bag in and then jumped.

"as i had hoped, the thing floated light. i pushed it before me as i swam, and found that by[170] putting my hands on it it would keep me up well when i wanted to rest. however, i did not want much of that. the water was too cold to be idle in, and i never stopped swimming until i got to shore at the point i had marked out as easiest to land on. i wasn't long opening the bag and getting into my things, which were perfectly dry. my first thought was of food. while i had been swimming i thought i heard a sort of barking noise, and i wasn't long in seeing that there were a lot of seals on the rocks. i picked up a goodish chunk of stone, and then lay down and set to crawling towards them. i had heard from sailors who had been whaling that the way to kill a seal was to hit him on the nose, and i kept this in my mind as i crawled up. they did not seem to notice me, and i got close among them without their moving. then i jumped up. there was a young seal lying not ten feet from me, and before he had time to turn i smashed down my bit of rock between his eyes, and there he lay dead.

"raw seal's flesh ain't a sort of food as you would take for choice, but i was too hungry to think about cooking, and i ate as big a meal as ever i had in my life. up till then i hadn't really thought as there was any chance of my being saved in the long run. now i felt as there was, and for the first time i felt really grateful that i had not shared in the fate of my messmates, and i knelt down and thanked god for having brought me safe to shore. then i set-to to climb up to the top of the cliffs. it was hard work, and, as i afterwards found, i had just hit, by god's mercy, on the only spot on that part of the island where i could have got up, for in most places the[171] cliffs rose pretty near straight up four or five hundred feet above the sea.

"when i got to the top i saw that there were some mighty high hills covered with snow to the south-east, which might have been fifteen or twenty miles away. it was a dreary kind of country—rocky and desolate, with tufts of thin grass growing in the crevices of the rocks; and i saw that there was precious little chance of picking up a living there, and that if i was to get grub it was to the sea i must look for it. i thought the best thing to do was to try and find out some sheltered sort of cove where, perhaps, i might find a bit of a cave, for i knew that when winter came on there would be no chance for me in the open; so i set out to walk. i brought up with me a big hunk of flesh that would last me for three or four days, and what i had got to look for was fresh water. i walked all that day, keeping along pretty close to the edge of the cliff. i found plenty of little pools of rain-water among the rocks, and did pretty well. i was not hungry enough to tackle raw flesh that night, and had nothing to make a fire with. i had got matches in my pocket in a tight-fitting brass box which had kept them dry, but there was no fuel.

"the next morning i started again, and after walking for four or five hours came to a spot where the cliffs broke away sudden. getting to the edge i saw that there was a narrow bay stretching some way up into the island. an hour's walk brought me to its head. here, as i had hoped, i found a little stream running down into it. when you find a bay, most times you will find water running in at its head.[172] the ground sloped gradually here in great terraces; the rock was hard and black, and looked as if it had been burnt. i have heard since that it was what they call volcanic. being so sheltered there were more things growing here, wherever a little earth had gathered; and i saw some things for all the world like cabbages, and made up my mind to try them, when i got a chance, with my seal-meat.

"at last i got down near the water. just at the head of the bay was a shelving shore, and along at the sides, as far as i could see it was rocky, and there were plenty of seals here too. along on the beach and on the rock and on the terraces were quantities of birds—penguins, as i knew from what i had heard of them. they did not try to get out of my way, but just made an angry sort of noise. 'i will talk to you presently, my hearties,' i said; 'what i have got to do now is to look for a shelter.' it was the end of april, and i knew that it would not be long before winter would be upon me, and if i was not out of it by that time i should soon be frozen stiff. i did not go near the seals, for i did not want to frighten them. i looked about the rest of that afternoon and all next day, but i could not find what you might properly call a cave, and so determined to make use of the best place i could fix upon. this was a spot in the lower terrace, in the face of the rock. it seemed as if the lower part was softer than the upper, which was black and hard and almost like glass. underneath this the rock had crumbled away perhaps six feet in depth.

"this soft rock was about four feet thick. it was [173]more gone in some places than others. i chose a spot where a hole was about eight feet long, and made up my mind to close up the front of this, just leaving a hole big enough for me to crawl in and out. first of all i brought up some big stones and built a wall and filled up the crevices with tufts of grass. then i brought up smaller stones and piled against them, shooting in sand from the beach till i had made a regular solid bank, four feet thick, against the wall. then i levelled the bottom of the cave with sand and spread it thickly with dried grass. all this took me five days' hard work. there was no difficulty about food. i had only to go and pick up a few stones and go among the penguins and knock them over. i made a shift to cook them over fires made of dry tufts of grass.

"i had been careful not to disturb the seals. i did not want any of them until the weather got cold enough to freeze their flesh. i thought of oil from their blubber, but i had nothing to hold it. when i had finished my hut i began to hunt about to see if i could find drift-wood, but i could only find a few pieces in the cove, and gave it up, for i did not see how i could anyhow keep up a fire through the winter. then i bethought me that the penguins could furnish me with feathers, and i set to work at them with earnest, and in a week had filled my cave two feet deep with feathers.

"every day i could feel that it got colder, and at night there was a sharp frost; so i determined now to set-to at the seals. there were none of the sort that you get fur from, and there was not much warmth to be had from the skins, still they would do [174]to block up the entrance to my den. i killed five or six of them, and found that some of the young ones were furry enough to make coats of. as i was sitting on the ground by them next morning, lamenting i had nothing to boil down their blubber in, an idea struck me. i might use the blubber as candles, sticking wicks into it. i set to work and stripped the blubber off all the seals, and cut it in squares of about six inches. then i got a bit of one of the fresh skins, bent it up all round, of the right size for the squares to fit into, fastened it, and spread it on the rocks to dry. the thought of how i was to make wicks bothered me. i could not spare my clothes. at last, after trying different things, i found that some of the grass was very tough. i put a bundle of this in a pool, and let it lay there for a week; for i was a north of ireland boy, and knew how they worked flax. at the end of that time i took it out, let it dry, and then bruised it between flat stones, and found that it had a tough fibre. i thanked god, and picked a lot more of it and put it to soak. you may guess i tried the experiment that night; i made six big wicks and put them in one of the cakes of blubber and lighted them, and found that they burned famously and gave out a lot of heat. i killed some more seals; and by the time the winter set in in earnest i had a stock of meat enough to last me for months, and two or three hundredweight of cakes of blubber.

"i had made several bowls and plates out of the seals' skins, and had fashioned myself, in a mighty rough way, some suits of young seal-skins with a hood that covered all my head and face except just my mouth and eyes. from the first i had eaten the[175] cabbages regular with my food. i could not cook them, because i had nothing to boil the water in, and they were rather bitter to eat raw; but they were better than nothing with the flesh, and i knew that i must eat green food if i wanted to keep healthy. among the drift-wood i had luckily found a couple of broken oars. to these i had fastened with seal sinews two sharp and strong bones, and they made very fair spears.

"by the end of may the ground was covered deep with snow, and the cold set in bitter. what had bothered me most of all was where i was to store my stock of frozen meat and blubber. i knew that there was a chance of bears coming, and that they would scent it out however i might hide it. at last i determined to put it in a hole something like that i had made into a den for myself. this hole was not like mine, on a level with the ground, but was on the face of a smooth cliff about forty feet high. i made a rope of seal-skin, fastened it to a projection in the rock over the hole, and lowered myself down. i found the place would do well, and was quite big enough for all my store, while the face of the rock was too steep to climb, even for a bear. so i carried all my stock up to the top, and climbing up and down the rope, stored it in the hole, except what i wanted for a week's consumption.

"well, lads, i passed the winter there. however cold it was outside—and i can tell you it was bitter—it was warm enough in my den. at the very coldest time i had two of my lamps burning, but most of the time one kept it warm enough. i used to nestle down in the feathers and haul a seal-skin[176] over me; and however hard it blew outside, and however hard it froze, i was warm there. i used to frizzle my meat over the lamp, and every day, when the weather permitted, i went out and brought in a stock of the cabbages. i always kept a good stock of blubber in the den and several bundles of my wicks.

"one night i heard a sound of snuffing outside my cave, and knew at once that the bears had come. i had thought over what i should do, and was ready for them. the hole through the bank into the cave was only big enough for me to crawl through, and i knew a bear could not come in till he had scraped it a good bit bigger. i tied a bunch of the flax to the end of one of my spears, poured a little melted grease from the lamp over it, and then drew aside the seal-skin over the entrance and peeped out.

"it was a moonlight night, and i could see a big head trying to thrust itself in at the other end of the hole. a moment later he began to scrape away at the sides. i lit the bundle of flax. it flared up fiercely, and i thrust it out full into the beast's face. he gave a roar, and off he went as fast as his feet would carry him. they tried it a dozen times if they did it once; but the torch was too much for them, and the seal bone in its middle must have given them some nasty wounds, for i generally saw blood on the snow in the morning. whenever i went to get a fresh store of meat and blubber i could see how they had trampled on the snow at the foot of the rock, and how they had scratched its face in trying to get up at it, but it was all no manner of good. i was chased two or three times by them when i went out to gather my cabbages, but i always managed to get[177] into my hole before they overtook me, and they had learned to give that a wide berth.

"it seemed to me that winter was never going to be over; but i was young and had good spirits and was fond of a song, and i used to lie there and sing by the hour. then i used to go over in my mind all the v'yges i had made and to remember the yarns i had heard, and would go over the talks i had had with jack and tom and harry. you would be surprised how i kept my spirits up. you see i was a young fellow, and young fellows take things cheerful and make light of what would break them down when they get older. i never had a day's illness, which i set down to them cabbages. i never saw them anywhere else, and i larnt arterwards that kerguelen island—for that was the place i was thrown on—was famous for them.

"when spring came and the snow melted i made up a package of forty pounds of meat, for the seals had not come yet, and started to make a tour of the island. i thought such a place as this was pretty well sure to be used by whalers in summer; and if so, i should find signs of their having been there. i made a few excursions first, and found i was pretty near the middle of the island—of course on the westerly side. i climbed a high hill, but i did not learn much except that the island was a big one, and there were hills both to the north and south that looked to me as if they must be thirty or forty miles away. as far as i could see of the west coast of the island the cliffs were everywhere precipitous; and though at the east they did not seem much better, i concluded to try that first. you see at this point the[178] island was not more than fifteen miles across, but it seemed to bulge out both ways, and where i was looked like a sort of neck connecting two big islands. it was an awful country to traverse, all hill and rock; but after three weeks' tramping i gave a shout, for in a bay in front of me was a large hut.

"i had had a hard time of it and was pretty well done up. my meat had lasted me well enough on short rations and i had filled up on cabbages; but i was often a long time without water, having to depend entirely on melted snow in the hollows of the rocks. i hurried down to the hut; it was a rough shed evidently erected for the use of whalers, and round it were ashes of fires, empty meat-tins, and other signs of the stay of sailors here. for the next month i lived here. the birds were returning. there was a stream close at hand, and enough drift-wood on the shores to enable me to keep up a constant fire. i woke up one morning in november to see a vessel entering the bay. the crew would scarce believe me when i told them that i passed the winter on the island alone, and that i had lived for six months on seal-meat, penguins, and cabbages. i learned from them that the bay was known as hillsborough bay, and the cove where the whaler entered as betsy cove, and that it was a regular rendezvous of whalers. i fished with them all through the summer, and went home in the ship, and was soon down again on the books of godstone & son."

"well, that was a go, and no mistake, joe!" jim tucker said. "fancy having to live for six months on seal frizzled over a lamp and raw cabbages! you did not tell us how you did for drink."[179]

"melted snow," joe replied. "i used to fix one of the basins of dried seal-skin a foot or so above the lamp, so that it would be hot enough to melt the snow without a risk of its burning itself. then i used to pour the water from one basin to another for half an hour. melted snow-water is poor stuff if you don't do that. i do not know the rights of it, but i have heard tell that it's 'cause there ain't no air in it, though for my part i never could see no air in water, except in surf. i had heard that that was the way they treated condensed water, and anyhow it was a sort of amusement like, and helped to pass the time."

"well, it is a capital story to listen to, joe," jack said; "but i should not like to go through it myself. it must have been an awful time, shut up in a hole with a stinking lamp, for i expect it did stink, all those months."

"it did use to smell powerful strong sometimes, lad, and many a time at first it turned me as sick as a youngster on his first v'yage; but i got accustomed to it after a bit. the great thing was to keep your wick short."

"and now about your other wreck not far from here?"

"i will tell you that to-morrow evening, lads. that was a more ordinary kind of thing. it wasn't pleasant; i don't know that wrecks ever are, but it wasn't such an out-of-the-way thing as being chucked up on to an iceberg.[180]"