The Coxswain's Bride Part 10

"Well, doctor, since you're good enough to ask me, I would advise that we should appoint a leader. You see, mates," he continued, addressing himself to the company in general, "there's no possibility of a ship gettin' along without a captain, or an army without a general. If we was going off to a wreck now, with or without a lifeboat, I would claim a sort o' right to be c.o.xswain in virtue o' past experience; but, as we've now begun a sort o' sh.o.r.e-goin' business, which requires a deal o'

general knowledge, besides seamanship, an' as Dr Hayward has got that by edication, I move that we make him our leader."

"Right you are, Bob," said Joe Slag. ("As he always is," said Nellie, _sotto voce_.) "So I second the move--if that's the reg'lar way to do it."

"Hear, hear!" said every one with right good will, and a gleam of pride flashed from Eva's pretty brown eyes as her husband was thus unanimously appointed leader of the shipwrecked band.

Like a sensible man, knowing his capacity, he at once accepted the command without any display of undue modesty, and proved his fitness by at once going to work.

"The first thing, then, is to thank G.o.d for our deliverance, which we all do, I am sure, most heartily."

This was received with a responsive "Amen" from every one--not even excepting Black Ned.

"Next, we must find fresh water and boil a bit of pork--"

"Ah, then, we haven't a kittle!" exclaimed O'Connor.

"Haven't we a big baling-dish, Terrence?" said Hayward.

"Sure we have, sor, an' it's a tin wan as'll stand fire," returned Terrence with a reproved look.

"Well, then, you go fetch it; wash it well out, and get the pork ready.

Jarring and Tomlin will gather as much dead wood as they can find and pile it beside the fire. Mitford will search for fresh water--there must be a spring or brook not far off--and Ma.s.sey and I will rig up some sort of shelter for the night."

"Please, sir, may I go with Mitford to seek for water?" asked Nellie.

"By all means, if you wish to."

"And I will keep you company, Nell," said Mrs Hayward energetically.

"So will I," chimed in little Mrs Mitford, feebly. "I was always fond of water. As a child I used to paddle about in it continually, an'

sometimes tumbled into it, for of course young people will--"

"No, Peggy, you must sit by the fire with my wife," said the doctor.

"Neither of you is fit for work of any kind yet, so sit down and warm yourselves."

Eva was too wise, and Peggy too weak, to offer objection, so these two sat by the fire while the others went to work.

Energy of action tends to lighten the burdens that may be laid on human spirits, and to induce the most favourable view of the worst circ.u.mstances. The toil which the party now undertook was such a blessed relief to them after the prolonged exposure to cold and comparative inaction in the boat, that all returned to the camp-fire in a much more cheerful state of mind than they left it. The searchers for water came back first, having found what they sought close at hand; and Terrence, filling his baling-dish, soon had the pork boiling, along with some mysterious herbs gathered by the doctor to convert the liquid into soup. Tomlin and Black Ned returned heavily laden with firewood, and Bob Ma.s.sey discovered a tree with branches sufficiently spreading and leafy to protect them to some extent from rain.

"'Tis as well we have found overhead protection, Ma.s.sey," said the doctor, when our c.o.xswain led him to the spot, "for I have been thinking that as we have no blankets, we shall be obliged to use our tarpaulin as a quilt rather than an umbrella."

"That's true, sir," returned Ma.s.sey, "but how about the women?"

"Well, I've been thinking about that," said Hayward, "and I've devised a plan for to-night at least; to-morrow I hope to hit on a better arrangement. First of all, we'll spread in front of a fire, which we will kindle beneath this tree, a layer of branches and gra.s.s. In the middle of this the women will lie down side by side, after having dried and warmed themselves thoroughly at the fire. Then we'll take two of the floor planks from the boat, and put one on each side of them-- partially frame them, as it were. Then one half of us men will lie down on one side of the frame, the other half on the other side, and we'll draw the tarpaulin over us all."

"Hm! not very comfortable," said Ma.s.sey, "for the poor women to be framed like that."

"Admitted; but what else can we do?" said Hayward. "It would risk our lives to sleep without covering of any kind in such cold weather, and with sleet falling as it does now. Better have the sheet spread upon us than merely over our heads. So now let's kindle another fire, and do you arrange our couch, Bob."

In spite of the cold and the sleet, things looked much more cosy than persons unacquainted with "roughing it" could believe possible, and they became comparatively happy when the couch was spread, and they were seated under the sheltering tree, with the fire blazing and crackling in front of them, suffusing their faces and persons and the leaf-canopy overhead with a deep red glare, that contrasted well with the ebony-black surroundings, while a rich odour of pork soup exhaled from the baling-dish.

"Ah! now there's nothin' wantin' to produce parfit felicity but a pipe,"

said O'Connor with a sigh.

"That's so, lad," a.s.sented Tomlin, echoing the sigh, and feeling in his pocket from force of habit, though he knew too well that nothing was to be found there.

"Here, Terrence," said Ma.s.sey, handing him an empty pipe, at the same time asking him to shut his eyes and draw, and try to imagine himself smoking, but Terrence shook his head.

"I couldn't do that, Bob," he said, "but I'll sing ye a stave in praise o' the weed."

Without waiting for permission, the jovial Irishman at once began:

"Oh! it's 'baccy as is my chief joy, At mornin', noon and night; An' it's verily my belief, boy, That I love it with all my might.

If your liver an' lungs are squeakin', An' your head is growin' cracky, There's nothin' so sure to kill or cure, As fumes o' the strongest 'baccy."

"If it would improve your voice, Terrence," observed Mr Mitford, meekly, "I'm sure I wish ye had pounds of it, for it's that harsh-- though, of course, I make no pretence to music myself, but--"

"Just listen to that now, `Harsh!' an' that to a man whose own mother, by the father's side, towld him he shud make music his purfession!

Arrah, howld on, Black Ned, ye spalpeen; ye've had two helpin's already!"

This latter remark had reference to the baling-dish of soup which was being pa.s.sed round the party, so that each might help himself to two mouthfuls of soup before pa.s.sing it on. As they had no spoons, the doctor had extemporised ladles of folded bark, which served the purpose pretty well.

"Haven't ye a small bit o' 'baccy in the corner o' wan o' yer pockets, doctor, dear?" asked Terrence, insinuatingly. "May be ye'd find a morsel if ye'd try."

"Quite useless to try, my poor fellow," returned the doctor, with a look of affected pity, "for I'm a non-smoker. I never indulge in such an absurdity."

"Sure, it's a true proverb that says `doctor's differ,'" retorted O'Connor, "for most o' the saw-bones of my acquaintance have smoked like lime kilns."

"More's the pity, Terrence, but if you'll heave on some more firewood you'll have a smoke that may do as a subst.i.tute at present."

By heaping quant.i.ties of fresh branches on the fire till it was large enough to roast an ox, the party managed to pa.s.s the night in comparative comfort, in spite of cold and sleet. Hayward watched the fire during the first part of the night. Then he was relieved by our c.o.xswain, who was succeeded by Joe Slag, and no Vestal virgins ever tended their fire with more anxious solicitude than those three men guarded theirs during that first night on the island.

As if to make up for the sufferings of the past few days, the morning that followed broke with unclouded splendour, and the rising sun shone upon as beautiful a scene as could well be imagined, for it revealed an island richly clothed with verdure, which, rising out of a calm blue sea, sloped gradually upwards, until its western ridge met the bright sky. Evidently that terminating ridge was the place whence descended the precipitous cliffs, along which they had sailed immediately after leaving the cave of the wreck.

There is no accounting for the eccentricities of weak-minded females, whether pretty or plain. The first thing that pretty little Mrs Mitford exclaimed on opening her eyes and beholding the glorious view was--

"Oh! I _do_ so wish that we had oysters for breakfast!"

If she had expressed a desire for elephant chops, she could not have taken Eva Hayward more by surprise. As for Nell Ma.s.sey, she went off into a hilarious giggle.

"I fear there are no oysters hereabouts," said Hayward, "but I shouldn't wonder if we were to find mussels and things of that sort. Come, lads, we'll go and have a search for them, while the ladies fill and boil our kettle."

Limpets, mussels, and other sh.e.l.l-fish were found in great abundance.

With these warm soup was soon made, and after a hearty breakfast, Hayward organised the party in two bands which were sent off in different directions to explore the island, Peggy and her husband being left behind to cook the dinner and keep up the fire.

STORY ONE, CHAPTER 9.