 PART I. CHAPTER I. The Pilgrim. On the 2nd of February, 1873, the Pilgrim, a tight little craft of 400 tons burden, lay in latitude 43 degrees, 57 minutes south, and longitude 165 degrees, 19 minutes west. She was a schooner, the property of James W. Walden, a wealthy Californian ship-owner who had fitted her out at San Francisco, expressly for the whale fisheries in the Southern Seas. James Walden was accustomed to every season to send his whalers both to the Arctic regions beyond Bering Straits and to the Antarctic Ocean below Tasmania and Cape Horn, and the Pilgrim, although one of the smallest, was one of the best-going vessels of its class. Her sailing powers were splendid, and her rigging was so adroitly adapted that with a very small crew she might venture without risk within sight of the impenetrable ice fields of the Southern Hemisphere. Under skillful guidance she could dauntlessly thread her way amongst the outdrifting icebergs that, less than though they were by perpetual shocks and undermined by warm currents, made their way northwards as far as the parallel of New Zealand or the Cape of Good Hope to a latitude corresponding to which in the Northern Hemisphere they were never seen, having already melted away in the depths of the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. For several years the command of the Pilgrim had been entrusted to Captain Hull, an experienced seaman and one of the most dexterous harpooners in Walden's service. The crew consisted of five sailors and an apprentice. This number, of course, was quite insufficient for the process of whale fishing, which requires a large contingent, both for manning the whale boats and for cutting up the whales after they are captured. But to Walden, following the example of the other owners, founded more economical embark at San Francisco, only just enough men to work the ship to New Zealand, where, from the promiscuous gathering of seaman of well-nigh every nationality and of needy immigrants, the captain had no difficulty in engaging as many whelmen as he wanted for the season. This method of hiring men who could at once be discharged when their services were no longer required had proved altogether to be the most profitable and convenient. The program had now just completed her annual voyage to the Antarctic Circle. It was not, however, with her proper quota of oil barrels full of the brim, nor yet with an ample cargo of cut and uncut whale-boom, but she was thus far on her way back. The time, indeed, for a good haul was past. There repeated ambiguous attacks upon the cetaceans and made them very scarce. The whale known as the right whale, the Nordkappa of the northern fisheries, the sulphal bull-tone of the southern, was hardly ever to be seen, and latterly the whalers had no alternative but to direct their efforts against the fin-back, or u-mart, a gigantic mammal encounter with which is always attended with considerable danger. So scanty this year had been the supply of whales that Captain Hall had resolved next year to push his way into far more southern latitudes, even if necessary to advance to the regions known as Clary and Adelie lands, of which the discovery, though claimed by the American navigator Wilkes, belongs by right to the illustrious Frenchman Dumont de Ville, the commander of the astrolabe and the zelie. The season had been exceptionally unfortunate for the pilgrim. At the beginning of January, almost in the height of the southern summer, long before the ordinary time for the whale's return, Captain Hall had been obliged to abandon his fishing quarters. His hired contingent, all men of more than doubtful character, had given signs of such insubordination as threatened to end a mutiny, and he had become aware that he must part company with them on the earliest possible opportunity. Recordingly, without delay, the bow of the pilgrim was directed to the northwest, towards New Zealand, which was sighted on the 15th of January, and on reaching Guatemala, the port of Auckland, in the Horroki Gulf, on the east coast of North Island, the hull of the gang was parentally discharged. The ship's crew were no more than satisfied. They were angry. Never before had they returned with so meager a hull. They ought to have had at least two hundred barrels more. The captain in himself experienced all the mortification of an ardent sportsman, who for the first time in his life brings home a half-empty bag, and there was a general spirit of animosity against the rascals whose rebellion had so entirely marred the success of the expedition. Captain Hall did everything in his power to repair the disappointment. He made every effort to engage a fresh gang, but it was too late. Every available seavan had long since been carried off to the fisheries. Finding therefore that all hope of making good the deficiency in his cargo must be resigned, he was on the point of leaving Auckland, along with his crew, when he was met by a request with which he himself felt bound to comply. It had chanced that Jane's Weldon, on one of those journeys which were necessitated by the nature of his business, had brought with him his wife, his son Jack, a child of five years of age, and a relation to the family who was generally known by the name of Cousin Benedict. Weldon had, of course, intended that his family should accompany him on his return home to San Francisco, but little Jack was taken so seriously ill that his father, as affairs demanded his immediate return, was obliged to leave him behind at Auckland with his wife and Cousin Benedict. Three months had passed away. Little Jack was convalescent, and Mrs. Weldon, weary of her long separation from her husband, was anxious to get home as soon as possible. Her radius way of reaching San Francisco was to cross to Australia, and then to take a passage in one of the vessels of the Golden Age Company, which run between Melbourne and the Isthmus of Panama. On arriving in Panama she would have to wait the departure of the next American steamer of the line, which maintains a regular communication between the Isthmus and California. This route, however, involved many stoppages and changes, such that ours are always disagreeable and inconvenient for women and children. And Mrs. Weldon was hesitating whether she should encounter the journey, when she heard that her husband's vessel, the Pilgrim, had arrived at Auckland. Hastening to Captain Hull she begged him to take her with her little boy, Cousin Benedict and Nan, an old negrist who had been her attendant from her childhood, on board the Pilgrim, and to convey them to San Francisco direct. Was it not over hazardous, asked the captain to venture upon a voyage of between 5,000 and 6,000 miles and so small a sailing-vizel, but Mrs. Weldon urged her request, and Captain Hull, confident in the seago and qualities of his craft, and anticipating at this season nothing but fair weather on either side of the equator, gave his consent. In order to provide as far as possible for the confident of the lady during a voyage that must occupy from forty to fifty days, the captain placed his own cabin at her entire disposal. Everything promised well for a prosperous voyage. The only hindrance that could be foreseen arose from the circumstance that the Pilgrim would have to put in at Val Paraiso for the purpose of un-lating. But that business once accomplished. She would continue her way along the American coast with the assistance of the lamb breezes, which ordinarily made the proximity of those shores such agreeable quarters for sailing. Mrs. Weldon herself had accompanied her husband in so many voyages that she was quite enured to all the makeshift of a seafaring life, and was conscious of no misgiving in embarking upon a vessel of such small tundish. She was a brave, high-spirited woman of about thirty years of age, in the enjoyment of excellent health, and for her the sea had no terrors. Aware that Captain Hull was an experienced man in who her husband had the utmost confidence, and knowing that his ship was a substantial craft, registered as one of the best of the American whalers, so far from entertaining any mistrust as to her safety, she only rejoiced in the opportuneness of the chance, which seemed to offer her a direct and unbroken route to her destination. Cousin Benedict, as a matter of course, was to accompany her. He was about fifty, but in spite of his mature age it would have been considered the height of imprudence to allow him to travel anywhere alone. Spare Lanky, with a bony frame, with an ornous cranium, and a perfusion of hair. He was one of those amiable and offensive savants, who, having once taken to gold spectacles, appeared to have arrived at a settled standard of age, and however long they lived afterwards, seemed never to be older than they would have ever been. Claiming a sort of kindred ship with all the world, he was universally known, far beyond the pale of his own connections by the name of Cousin Benedict. In the ordinary concerns of life nothing would ever have rendered him capable of shifting for himself. Of his meals he would never think until they were replaced before him. He had the appearance of being utterly insensible to heat or cold. He vegetated rather than lived, and might not aptly be compared to a tree which, though healthy enough at its core, produced his scant village and no fruit. His long arms and legs were in the way of himself and everybody else, yet no one could possibly treat him with unkindness. As M. Prudholm would say, if only he had been endowed with capability he would have rendered a service to any one in the world. But helplessness was his dominant characteristic. Helplessness was ingrained into his very nature, yet this very helplessness made him an object of kind consideration rather than of contempt, and Mrs. Weldon looked upon him as a kind of elder brother to her little jack. It must not be supposed, however, that Cousin Benedict was either idle or unoccupied. On the contrary, his whole time was devoted to one absorbing passion for natural history. Not that he had any large claim to be regarded properly as a natural historian. He had made no excursions over the whole four districts of zoology, botany, mineralogy, and geology, into which the realms of natural history are commonly divided. Indeed, he had no pretentious at all to be either a botanist, a mineralogist, or a geologist. His studies only suffice to make him a zoologist, and that in a very limited sense. No cuvier was he. He did not aspire to decompose animal life by analysis, and to recompose it by synthesis. His enthusiasm had not made him at all deeply versed in vertebrata, mollusca, or radiata. In fact, the vertebrata, animals, birds, reptiles, fishes, had had no place in his researches. The mollusca, from the cephalopoda to the bryosia, had had no attractions for him. Or had he consumed the midnight oil in investigating the radiata, the ecmodemata, a caliphate, polyp, antozoa, or infusoria? No. Cousin Bennett's interest began and ended with the articulata, and it must be owned at once that his studies were very far from embracing all the range of the six classes into which articulata are subdivided, be the insecta, the minapoda, the arachnida, the crustacea, the kainhopoda, and the anelides, and he was utterly unable in scientific language to distinguish a worm from a leech, an earwig from a sea acorn, a spider from a scorpion, a shrimp from a frog hopper, or a galleyworm from a centipede. To confess the plain truth, Cousin Benedict was an amateur entomologist and nothing more. Entomology, maybe asserted, is a wide science. It embraces the whole division of the articulata, but our friend was an entomologist only in the limited sense of the popular acceptation of the word. That is to say, he was an observer and collector of insects, meaning by insects those articulata which have bodies consisting of a number of concentric movable rings, forming three distinct segments, each with a pair of legs, and which are scientifically designated as hexapods. To this extent was Cousin Benedict an entomologist, and when it is remembered that the class of the insecta, of which he had grown up to be the enthusiastic student, comprises no less than ten, footnote, these top ten orders are one, the orthopter, e.g. grasshoppers and crickets, two, the nearopter, e.g. dragonflies, three, the hymenopter, e.g. bees, wasps, and ants, four, the lepidopter, e.g. butterflies and moths, five, the hemipter, e.g. cicadas and fleas, six, the colyopter, e.g. cockchafers and glowworms, seven, the dipterra, e.g. gnats and flies, eight, the ripped pipitera, e.g. the stylops, nine, the parasites, e.g. the lyacoras, and ten, the thysenora, e.g. the lepidsem, and podura. Orders, and that of these ten, the colyopter and dipterra alone include 30,000 and 60,000 species, respectively. It must be confessed that he had had an ample field for his most persevering exertions. Every available hour did he spend in the pursuit of his favorite science. Hexaplas ruled his thoughts by day and his dreams by night, the number of pains that he carried, thick on the collar and sleeves of his coat, down the front of his waistcoat, and onto the crown of his hat, defied computation. They were kept in readiness for the capture of specimens that might come in his way, and on his return from a ramble in the country he might be seen literally encased with a covering of insects, transfixed adroitly by a scientific rule. This ruling passion of his had been the inducement that had urged him to accompany Mr. and Mrs. Walden to miss New Zealand. It had appeared to him that it was likely to be a promising district, and not having been successful in adding some various specimens to his collection. He was anxious to get back to San Francisco and to assign them to their proper places in his extensive cabinet. Besides, it never occurred to Mrs. Walden to start without him, to leave him to shift for himself will be sheer cruelty. As a matter of course, whenever Mrs. Walden went on board the pilgrim, Cousin Benedict would go too. Not that any emergency assistance of any kind could be expected from him. On the contrary, in the case of difficulty he would be an additional burden, but there was every reason to expect a fair passage and no cause of misgiving of any kind. So the propriety of leaving the immeasurable entomologist behind was never suggested. Anxious that she would be, no impediment in the way of the due departure of the pilgrim from Waitamata, Mrs. Walden made her preparations with the utmost haste, discharged the servants which she had temporarily engaged at Auckland, and accompanied by Little Jack and the Old Negress, and followed mechanically by Cousin Benedict, embarked on the 22nd of January on board the schooner. The amateur, however, kept his eye very scrupulously upon his own special box. Next his collection of insects were some very remarkable examples of new Staphyllans, a species of carnivorous coeliopter with eyes placed above their head. It was a kind supposed to be peculiar to New Caledonia. Another rarity which had been brought under his notice was a venomous spider, known among the Maori's, as a catipoo. Its bite was asserted to be very often fatal. As a spider, however, belongs to the order of Rachnida, and is not properly an insect, better yet declined to take any interest in it. Not for him that he has secured a novelty in his own section of research. The Staphyllan neo-Zalandus was not only the gem of his collection, but its pecuniary value baffled ordinary estimate. He insured his box at a fabulous sum, deeming it to be worth far more than all the cargo of oil and whale-bone in the pilgrims' hold. Captain Hall advanced to meet Mrs. Walden and her party as they stepped on deck. �It must be understood, Mrs. Walden,� he said, courteously raising his hat, �that you take this passage entirely on your own responsibility.� �Certainly, Captain Hall,� she answered. �But why do you ask? Simply because I have received no orders from Mr. Walden,� replied the Captain. �But my wish exonerates you,� said Mrs. Walden. �Besides,� added Captain Hall, �I am unable to provide you with the accommodation and the comfort that you would have upon a passenger steamer. You know well enough, Captain,� remonstrated the lady, �that my husband would not hesitate for a moment to trust his wife and child on board the pilgrim. �Trust, madam? No. No more that I should trust myself. I repeat that the pilgrim cannot afford you the comfort to which you are accustomed.� Mrs. Walden smiled. �Oh, I am not one of your grumbling travellers. I shall have no complaints to make either a small-cramped cabin or rough and meager food.� She took her son by the hand and passing on, begged that they might start forthwith. Orders accordingly were given. Sales were trimmed, and after taking the shortest course across the gulf, the pilgrim turned her head toward America. Three days later strong, easterly breezes compelled the schooner to attack to Laubard in order to get to Windwood. The consequence was that by the 2nd of February the Captain found himself in such a latitude that he might also be suspected of intending to round Cape Horn rather than of having any of the design to coast the western shores of the new continent. Still, the sea did not become rough. There was a slight delay, but on the whole navigation was perfectly easy. End of Part I. Chapter 2 of Dick Sands, the Boy Captain. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Alex C. Tlander, Davis, California. Dick Sands, the Boy Captain, by Jules Verne. Translated by Ellen E. Fruehr. Part I. Chapter II. The Apprentice. There was no poop upon the pilgrim's deck, so that Mrs. Wheldon had no alternative than to acquiesce in the Captain's proposal that she should occupy his own modest cabin. Accordingly here she was installed with Jack and Old Nan, and here she took all her meals in company with the Captain and Cousin Benedict. For Cousin Benedict, all of her comfortable sleeping accommodation had been contrived close at hand, while Captain Hull himself retired at the crew's quarters, occupying the cabin which probably belonged to the Chief Mate, but as already indicated, the services of a second officer were quite dispensed with. All the crew was civil and attentive to the wife of their employer, a master to whom they were faithfully attached. They were all natives of the coast of California, brave and experienced seamen, and united by tastes and habits in a common bond of sympathy. Few as they were in number their work was never shirked, not simply for the sense of duty, but because they were directly interested in the profits of their undertaking. The success of their labours always told to their own advantage. The present expedition was the fourth that they had taken together, and as it turned out to be the first in which they had failed to meet with success, it may be imagined that they were full of resentment against the mutinous Whalemen who had been the cause of so serious a diminution of their ordinary gains. The only one on board, who was not an American, was a man who had been temporarily engaged as Cook. His name was Nagoro. He was a Portuguese by birth, but spoke English with perfect fluency. The previous Cook had deserted the ship at Auckland, and when Nagoro was out of employment, applied for the place, Captain Hull, only too glad to avoid detention, engaged him at once without inquiry into his antecedents. There was not the slightest fault to be found with the way in which the Cook performed his duties, but there was something in his manner, or perhaps rather in the expression of his countenance, which excited the Captain's misgivings and made him regret that he had not taken more pains to investigate the character of one with whom he was now brought into such close contact. Nagoro looked about forty years of age. Although he had the appearance of being slightly built, he was muscular. He was of middle height, and seemed to have a robust constitution. His hair was dark, his complexion somewhat swarthy. His manner was taciturn, and although, from occasional remarks that he dropped, it was evident that he had received some education, he was very reserved on the subjects both of his family and of his past life. No one knew where he had come from, and he admitted no one to his confidence as to where he was going, except that he made no secret of his intention to land at Valparaiso. His freedom from seasickness demonstrated that this could hardly be his first voyage, but on the other hand, his complete ignorance of Seaman's phrasiology made it certain that he had never been accustomed to his present occupation. He kept himself aloofed as much as possible from the rest of the crew, during the day rarely leaving the great cast iron stove, which was out of proportion to the measurement of the cramped little kitchen, and at night, as soon as the fire was extinguished, took the earliest opportunity of retiring to his birth and going to sleep. It had been already stated that the crew of the pilgrim consisted of five Seaman and an apprentice. This apprentice was Dick Sands. Dick was fifteen years old, he was a foundling, his unknown parents having abandoned him at his birth, and he had been brought up in a public charitable institution. He had been called Dick after the benevolent passerby who had discovered him when he was but an infant a few hours old, and he had received the surname of Sands as a memorial of the spot where he had been exposed, Sandy Hook, a point at the mouth of the Hudson, where it forms an entrance to the harbor of New York. As Dick was so young, it was most likely he would yet grow a little taller, but it did not seem probable that he would ever exceed middle height. He looked too stoutly and strongly built to grow much. His complexion was dark, but his beaming blue eyes attested with scarcely room for doubt his angle of Saxon origin, and his countenance betokened energy and intelligence. The profession that he had adopted seemed to have equipped him in betimes for fighting the battle of life. Misquoted often as Virgil's are the words Odases fortuna juvat, but the true reading is Odentes fortuna juvat, and, slight as the difference may seem, it is very significant. It is upon the confident rather than the rash, the daring rather than the bold, that fortune sheds her smiles. The bold man often acts without thinking, whilst the daring always thinks before he acts. And Dick Sands was truly courageous. He was one of the daring. At fifteen years old, an age at which few boys have laid aside the frivolities of childhood, he had acquired the stability of a man, and the most casual observer could scarcely fail to be attracted by his bright, yet thoughtful countenance. At an early period of his life he had realized all the difficulties of his position, and had made a resolution, from which nothing tempted him to flinch, that he would carve out for himself an honorable and independent career. Night then agile in his movements, he was an adept in every kind of athletic exercise, and so marvelous was his success in everything he undertook, that he might also be supposed to be one of those gifted mortals who had two right hands and two left feet. Until he was four years old, the little orphan had found a home in one of those institutions in America where forsaken children are sure of an asylum, and he was subsequently sent to an industrious school supported by charitable aid, where he learned reading, writing, and arithmetic. From the days of infancy he had never deviated from the expression of his wish to be a sailor, and accordingly, as soon as he was eight, he was placed as cabin boy on board one of the ships that navigate the southern seas. The officers all took a peculiar interest in him, and he received, in consequence, a thoroughly good grounding in the duties and disciplines of a seamen's life. There was no room to doubt that he must ultimately rise to eminence in his profession, for when a child from the very first has been trained in the knowledge that he must gain his bread by the sweat of his brow, it is comparatively rare that he lacks the bull to do so. Whilst he was still acting as cabin boy on one of those trading vessels, Dick attracted the noses of Captain Hull, who took a fancy to the lad and introduced him to his employer. Mr. Woldner once took a lively interest in Dick's welfare, and had his education continued in San Francisco, taking care that he was instructed in the doctrines of the Roman Catholic Church, to which his own family belonged. Throughout his studies, Dick Sands' favorite subjects were always those which had a reference to his future profession. He mastered the details of the geography of the world. He applied himself diligently to such branches of mathematics as were necessary for the science and navigation, whilst for recreation in his hours of leisure he would greedily devour every book of adventure in a travel that came in his way, nor did he emit duly to combine the practical with the theoretical, and when he was bound to Prentice on board the pilgrim, a vessel not only belonging to his benefactor, but under the command of his kind friend Captain Hull, he congratulated himself most heartily, and felt that the experience he should gain in the southern whale fisheries could hardly fail to be of service to him in afterlife. A first-rate sailor ought to be a first-rate fisherman, too. It was a matter of the greatest pleasure to Dick Sands when he heard to his surprise that Mrs. Weldon was about to become a passenger on board the pilgrim. His devotion to the family of his benefactor was large and genuine. For several years Mrs. Weldon had acted towards him like a little short of a mother's part, and for Jack, although he never forgot the difference in their position, he entertained well nigh a brother's affection. His friends had the satisfaction of being assured that they had sown the seeds of kindness on a generous soil, for there was no room to doubt that the heart of the orphan boy was overflowing with sincere gratitude. Should the occasion arise ought he not, he asked, to be ready to sacrifice everything in behalf of those to whom he was indebted, not only for his start in life, but for the knowledge of all that was right and holy. Confiding in the good principles of a prodigy, Mrs. Weldon had no hesitation in entrusting her little son to his especial charge. During the frequent periods of leisure, when the sea was fair and the sails required no shifting, the prentress was never wary of amusing Jack by making him familiar with the practice of a sailor's craft. He made him scramble up the shrouds, perch upon the yards, and slip down the backstays. And the mother had no alarm. Her assurance of dick's sand's ability and watchfulness to protect her boy was so complete that she could only rejoice in an occupation for him that seemed more than anything to restore the color he had lost in his recent illness. Time passed on without incident, and had it not being for the constant prevalence of an averse wind, neither passengers nor crew could have found the least cause of complaint. The pertinacity, however, with which the wind kept the east could not do otherwise than make Captain Hall somewhat concerned. It absolutely prevented him from getting his ship onto her proper course, and he could not altogether suppress his misgiving that the comms near the tropic of Capricorn and the equatorial current driving him on westwards would entail a delay that might be serious. It was principally on Mrs. Weldon's account that the captain began to feel uneasiness, and he made up his mind that if he could hail a vessel proceeding to America, he should advise his passengers to embark on her. Unfortunately, however, he felt that they were still in a latitude far too much to the south to make it likely that they should cite a steamer going to Panama, and at that date communication between Australia and the New World was much less frequent than it had since become. Still, nothing occurred to interrupt the general monotony of the voyage until the 2nd of February, the date at which our narrative commences. It was about nine o'clock in the morning of that day that Dick and Little Jack had perched themselves together on the top mast-yards. The weather was very clear, and they could see the horizon right round except the section behind them, hidden by the brigantine sail of the main mast. Below them, the bowspirits seemed to lie along the water with its stay sails attached like three unequal wings. From the lads feet to the deck was a smooth service of the foremast, and above their heads nothing to the small top sail and the top mast. The schooner was running on the larbert tack as close to the wind as possible. Dick Sam was pointing out to Jack how well the ship was ballasted, and was trying to explain how it was impossible for her to capsize, however much she healed to starboard, when suddenly the little fellow cried out, "'I can see something in the water!' "'Where? What?' exclaimed Dick, clambering to his feet upon the yard. "'There!' said the child, directing attention to the portion of the sea that was visible between the stay sails. Dick fixed his gaze intently for Moon, and then shouted out lustily, "'Look out in front! To starboard! There is something afloat! To windward! Look out!' End of Part I. THE BOY CAPTAIN Dick Sands, the boy captain, by Jules Verne, translated by Ellen E. Fruer, Part I, Chapter III. A RESCUE At the sound of Dick's voice all the crew in a moment were upon the alert. The men who were not on watch rushed to the deck, and Captain Hull hurried from his cabin to the bowels. Mrs. Weldon, Nan, and even Cousin Benedict leaned over the starboard taff rails. He could get a glimpse of what had thus suddenly attracted the attention of the young apprentice. With his usual indifference, Nagora did not leave his cabin and was the only person on board who had not shared the general excitement. Speculations were soon rife as to what could be the nature of the floating object, which could be discerned about three miles ahead. Suggestions of various character were freely made. One of the sailors declared that it looked to him only like an abandoned raft. But Mrs. Weldon observed quickly that if it were a raft it might be carrying some unfortunate shipwrecked men who must be rescued if possible. Cousin Benedict asserted that it was nothing more nor less than a huge sea monster, but the captain soon arrived at the conviction that it was the hull of a vessel that had healed over on its side. An opinion with which Dick thoroughly coincided, and went so far as to say that he believed he could make out the copper keel glittering in the sun. "'Luff, Bolton! Luff!' shouted Captain Hall of the Helmsmen. "'We will, at any rate, lose no time in getting alongside.' "'Aye, aye, sir,' answered the Helmsman, and the procurement and incident was steered according to orders. In spite, however, of the convictions of the captain and Dick, Cousin Benedict would not be moved from his opinion that the object of their curiosity was some huge cetacean. "'It is certainly dead, then,' remarked Mrs. Weldon. "'It is perfectly motionless.' "'Oh, that's because it is asleep,' said Benedict, who, although he would have willingly given up all the whales in the ocean for one rare specimen of an insect, yet could not surrender his own belief. "'Easy, Bolton! Easy!' shouted the captain, when they were getting nearer the floating mass. "'Don't let us be running foul of the thing. No good could come from knocking a hole in our side. Keep out from it a good cable's length.' "'Aye, aye,' sir,' replied the Helmsman, in his usual cheery way, and by an easy turn of the helm the pilgrim's course was slightly modified so as to avoid all fear of collision. The excitement of the sailors by this time had become more intense. Ever since the distance had been less than a mile, all doubt had vanished, and it was certain that what was attracting their attention was the hull of a capsized ship. They knew well enough that the established rule of that a third of all salvage is the right of the finders, and they were filled with the hope that the hull they were nearing might contain an undamaged cargo and be a good hull to compensate them for their ill success in the last season. A quarter of an hour later, and the pilgrim was within half a mile of the deserted vessel, facing her starboard side. Waterlogged to her bulwarks, she had wealed over so completely that it would have been next to impossible to stand upon her deck. Of her mass nothing was to be seen. A few ends of cordage were all that remained of her shrouds, and the tri-sail chains were hanging all broken, and the starboard flank was an enormous hull. "'Something or other has run foul of her,' said Dick. "'No doubt of that,' replied the captain. The only wonder is that she did not sink immediately. "'Oh, how I hope the poor crew have been saved,' exclaimed Mrs. Weldon. "'Most probably,' replied the captain. "'They would all have taken to the boats. It is as likely as not that the ship which did the mischief would continue its course quite unconcerned. "'Surely, you cannot mean,' cried Mrs. Weldon, "'that any one could be capable of such inhumanity.' "'Only two are probable,' answered Captain Hall. "'Unfortunately such instances are very far from rare. He scanned the drifting ship carefully and continued. "'No, I cannot see any sign of boats here. I should guess that the crew have made an attempt to get to land. At such a distance as this, however, from America or from the islands of the Pacific, I should be afraid that it must be hopeless. "'Is it not possible?' asked Mrs. Weldon, that some poor creature may still survive on board, who can tell what has happened. Hardly likely, madam, otherwise there would have been some sort of a signal in sight. But it is a matter about which we will make sure. The captain waved his hand a little in the direction in which he wished to go, and said quietly, "'Love, Bolton. Love a bit.' The pilgrim by this time was not much more than three cables lents from the ship. There was still no token of her being otherwise than utterly deserted. When Dick Sands suddenly exclaimed, "'Hark! If I am not much mistaken, that is a dog barking.' Everyone listened attentively. It was no fancy on Dick's part. Sure enough, a stifled barking could be heard, as if some unfortunate dog had been imprisoned beneath the hatchways. But as the deck was not yet visible, it was impossible at present to determine the precise truth. Mrs. Weldon pleaded, "'If it is only a dog, Captain, let it be saved.' "'Oh, yes, yes, Mama, the dog must be saved,' cried Little Jack. "'I will go and get a bit of sugar ready for it. A bit of sugar, my child, will not be much for a starved dog. Then it shall have my soup, and I will do without,' said the boy, and he kept shouting, "'Good dog! Good dog!' until he persuaded himself that he had heard the animal responding to his call. The vessels were now scarcely three hundred feet apart. The barking was more and more distinct, and presently a great dog was seen clitting into the starved netting. It barked more desperately than ever. "'Hoic,' said Captain Hall, calling to the boatswain, "'heave, too, and lower the small boat.' The sails were soon trimmed so as to bring the schooner to a standstill. Within half a cable's length of the disabled craft, the boat was lowered, and the captain and Dick, with a couple of sailors, went on board. The dog kept up a continuous yelping. It made the most vigorous efforts to retain its hold upon the netting, but perpetually slipped backwards and fell off again upon the inclining deck. It was soon manifest, however, that all the noise the creature was making was not directed exclusively towards those who were coming to its rescue, and Mrs. Woodham could not divest herself with the impression that there must be some survivors still on board. All at once the animal changed its gestures. Instead of the crouching attitude and sublicating whine, with which it seemed to be imploring the impcompassion of those who were nearing it, it suddenly appeared to become bursting with violence and furious with rage. "'What ails the brute!' exclaimed Captain Hall. But already the boat was on the farther side of the wreck's ship, and the captain was not in a position to see that Nagoro the cook had just come onto the schoonoo's deck, or that it was obvious that it was against him that the dog had broken out in such obstreperous fury. Nagoro had approached without being noticed by anyone. He made his way to the forecastle, wince without a word or a look of surprise. He gazed a moment at the dog, knit as his brow, and silent and observed as he had come, retired to his kitchen. As the boat had rounded the stern of the drifting hull, it had observed that the one word, wall-deck, was painting on the off-board. But there was no intimation of the port to which the ship belonged. To Captain Hall's experienced eye, however, certain details of construction gave it decided confirmation to the probability suggested by her name that she was of American build. Of what had once been a fine brig of five hundred tons burden, this hopeless wreck was now all that remained. The large hull near the bowels indicated the place where the disastrous shock had occurred. But as, in the healing over, this aperture had been carried some five or six feet above the water, the vessel had escaped the immediate faltering which much otherwise have ensued. But still it wanted only the rising of a heavy swell to submerge the ship at any time in a few minutes. It did not take many more strokes to bring the boat close to the lava bulwark, which was half out of the water, and Captain Hall obtained a view of the whole length of the deck. It was clear from end to end. Both masts had been snapped off within two feet of their sockets, and had been swept away with shrouds, stades, and rigging. But a single spar was to be seen floating anywhere within sight of the wreck, a circumstance from which it was to be inferred that several days at least had elapsed since the catastrophe. Meantime the dog, sliding down from the taffereau, got to the center hatchway, which was open. Here it continued to bark, ultimately directing its eyes above Dick and below. Look at that dog, said Dick. I begin to think there must be somebody on board. If so, answered the Captain, he must have died of hunger. The water, of course, has flooded the storeroom. No, said Dick. That dog wouldn't look like that if there was nobody there in life. Taking the boat as close as was brewed unto the wreck, the Captain and Dick called and whistled repeatedly to the dog, which after a while let itself slip into the sea, and began to swim slowly and with manifest weakness towards the boat. As soon as it was lifted in, the animal, instead of devouring the piece of bread that was offered him, made its way to a bucket containing a few drops of fresh water, and began eagerly to lap them up. The poor wretch is dying of thirst, said Dick. It soon appeared that the dog was very far from being engrossed with its own interests. The boat was being pushed back a few yards in order to allow the Captain to ascertain the most convenient place to get alongside the wall-dick, when the creature seized Dick by the jacket and set up a howl that was almost human in its piteousness. It was evidently in a state of alarm that the boat was not going to return to the wreck. The dog's meaning could not be misunderstood. The boat was accordingly brought against the larbent side of the vessel, and while the two sailors lashed their security to the wall-deck's cat-head, Captain Holland Dick, with the dog persistently accompanying them, remembered, after some difficulty, to the open hatchway between the stumps of the mass, and made their way into the hold. It was half full of water, but pivilly destitute of cargo, its sole contents being the ballast sand which had slipped to larbent and now served to keep the vessel on her side. One glance was sufficient to convince the Captain that there was no salvage to be affected. There is nothing here, nobody here, he said. So I see, said the apprentice, who had made his way to the extreme four part of the hold, that we have only to go up again to mark the Captain. They ascended the ladder, but no sooner did they appear upon the deck than the dog, barking irreplaceably, began trying manifestly to drag them towards the stern. Unable to what might be called the importunities of the dog, they followed him to the poop, and there, by the dim glimmer admitted by the skylight, Captain Hall made out the forms of five bodies, motionless and apparently lifeless, stretched upon the floor. One after another Dick hastily examined them all, and emphatically declared it to be his opinion that not one of them had actually ceased to breathe, whereupon the Captain did not lose a minute in summoning the two sailors to his aid, and although it was far from an easy task, he succeeded in getting the five unconscious men, who were all Negroes, conveyed safely to the boat. The dog followed, apparently satisfied. With all possible speed the boat made its way back again to the pilgrim. Her Gert line was lowered in from the main yard, and the unfortunate men were raised to the deck. Poor things, said Mrs. Weldon, as she looked compassionately on the motionless forms. But they are not dead, cried Dick Eagley. They are not dead. We shall save them all yet. What's the matter with them, asked Cousin Benedict, looking at them with utter bewilderment. We shall hear all about them soon, I dare say, said the Captain, smiling. But first we will give them a few drops of rum and some water. Cousin Benedict snarled in return. Nagoro shouted the Captain. At the sound of the name, the dog, who had hitherto been quite passive, growled fiercely, showed his teeth and exhibited every sign of rage. The cook did not answer. Nagoro, again the Captain, shouted, and the dog became yet more angry. At this second summons Nagoro slowly left his kitchen. But no sooner had he shown his face upon the deck than the animal made a rush at him, it would unquestionably have seized him by the throat if the man had not knocked him back with a poker which he had brought with him in his hand. The infuriated beast was secured by the sailors, and prevented from inflicting any serious injury. Do you know this dog, asked the Captain? Know him? Not I. I have netted his eyes on the brute in my life. Strange, Dick muttered to himself. There is some mystery here. We shall see. End of Part I. CHAPTER IV of Dick Sands the Boy Captain. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Alexi Tallander, Davis, California. Dick Sands, the Boy Captain, by Jules Verne. Translated by Ellen E. Fruehr. Part I. CHAPTER IV. The Survivors of the Wall Deck. In spite of the watchfulness of the French and English cruisers, there is no doubt that the slave trade is still extensively carried on in all parts of Equatorial Africa, and that year after year vessels loaded with slaves leave the coast of Angola and Mozambique to transport their living freights to many quarters even of the civilized world. This Captain Hall was well aware, and although he was now in a latitude which was comparatively little traversed by such slavers, he could not help almost involuntarily conjecturing that the negroes that they had just found must be part of a slave cargo which was on its way to some colony of the Pacific. This was so he would at least have the satisfaction of announcing to them that they had regained their freedom for the moment that they had come on board the pilgrim. Whilst these thoughts were passing through his mind, Mrs. Walden, assisted by Nan and the error-active Dick Sands, was doing everything in her power to restore consciousness to the poor sufferers. The judicious administration of fresh water and limited quantity of food soon had the effect of making them revive, and when they were restored to their senses it was found that the eldest of them, a man of about sixty years of age who immediately regained his power as a speech, was able to reply in good English to all the questions that were put to him. In answer to Captain Hall's inquiry whether they were not slaves, the old negro ploughly stated that he and his companions were all free American citizens belonging to the state of Pennsylvania. They let me assure you, my friend, said the Captain, you have by no means compromised your liberty in having been brought on board the American schooner pilgrim. Not merely as it seemed on account of his age and experience, but rather because of a certain superiority and greater energy of character. This old man was tacitly recognized as a spokesman of his party. He freely communicated all the information that Captain Hall required to hear, and by degrees he related all the details of his adventures. He said that his name was Tom, and that when he was only six years of age he had been sold as a slave, and brought from his home in Africa to the United States, but by the act of emancipation he had long since recovered his freedom. His companions, who were all much younger than himself, their ages ranging from twenty-five to thirty, were all freeborn, their parents having been emancipated before their birth, so that no white man had ever exercised upon them the rights of ownership. One of them was his own son. His name was Bhatt, an abbreviation of Bartholomew, and there were three others, named Austin, Actaeon, and Hercules. All four of them were specimens of that stalwart race that demand so high a price in the African market, and in spite of the emancipation induced by their recent sufferings, their muscular, well-knit frames betokened a strong and healthy constitution. Their manner bore the impress of that solid education which is given in the North American schools, and their speech had lost all trace of the nigger tongue, a dialect without articles or inflections which, since the anti-slavery war, had almost died out in the United States. Three years ago, old Tom stated, the five men had been engaged by an Englishman who had large property in South Australia to work upon as a state's new Melbourne. Here they had realized a considerable profit, and upon the completion of their engagement they determined to return with their savings to America. Accordingly, on the fifth of January, after paying that passage in the ordinary way, they embarked at Melbourne on board the wall-deck. Everything went on well for seventeen days, until, on the night of the twenty-second, which was very dark, they were run into by a great steamer. They were all asleep in their berths, but roused by the shock of the collision, which was extremely severe. They hurriedly made their way onto the deck. The scene was terrible. Both masks were gone, and a brick, although the water had not absolutely flooded her hold so as to make her sink, had completely healed over on her side. Captain and crew had entirely disappeared. Some probably haven't been dashed into the sea. Captain was perhaps having saved themselves by clinging to the rigging of the ship, which had fouled them, and which could be distinguished to the darkness rapidly receding in the distance. For a while they were paralyzed, but they soon awoke to the conviction that they were left alone upon a half-calf-size undisabled hull, twelve hundred miles from the nearest land. Mrs. Weldon was loud in her expression of indignation that any captain should have the variety to abandon an unfortunate vessel with which his own carelessness had brought him into collision. It would be bad enough, she said, for a driver on a public road, when it might be presumed that help would be forthcoming, to pass on unconcerned after causing an accident to another vehicle, but how much more shameful to desert the injured on the open sea, where the victims of his incompetence could have no chance of obtaining succor. Captain Hull could only repeat what he had said before, that incredibly atrocious it might seem such inhumanity was far from rare. On resuming his story, Tom said that he and his companion soon found that they had no means left for getting away from the capsized brig. Both the boats have been crushed in the collision, so that they had no alternative except to await the appearance of a passing vessel, whilst the wreck was drifting hopelessly along under the action of the currents. This accounted for the fact that they were being found so far south of their proper course. For the next ten days the negroes have subsisted upon a few scraps of food that they found in the stern cabin, but as the storeroom was entirely under water they were quite unable to obtain a drop of anything to drink, and the fresh water tanks that had been lashed to the deck had been stove in at the time of the catastrophe. When reversed, the four men had suffered agonies and having on the previous night entirely lost consciousness, they must soon have died if the pilgrim's tally arrival had not affected their rescue. All the outlines of Tom's narrative were fully confirmed by the other negroes. Captain Hull could see no reason to doubt it, indeed the facts seemed to speak for themselves. One of the survivors of the wreck, if he had been gifted with the power of speech, would doubtless have corroborated the testimony. This was the dog who seemed to have such an unaccountable dislike to Nagoro. Dingo, as the dog was named, belonged to the fine breed of mastiffs peculiar to New Holland. It was not, however, from Australia, but from the coast of West Africa near the mouth of the Congo that the animal had come. He had been picked up there two years previously by the captain of the wall deck, who had found him wandering about and more than half-starred. The initials S.V. ingrained upon his collar were the only tokens the dog had a past history of his own. After being taken on board the wall deck he remained quite insatiable, apparently ever pining for some lost master, whom he had failed to find in the desert land where he had been met with. Larger than the dogs of the Pyramids, Dingo was a magnificent example of his kind. Standing on his hind legs with his head thrown back he was as tall as a man. His agility and strength would have made him a sure match for a panther, and he would not have flinched at facing a bear. His fine, shaggy coat was a dark, tawny color, shading off somewhat lighter around the muzzle, and his long bushy tail was as strong as a lion's. If he were made angry, no doubt he might become a more formidable foe, said it was no wonder that Nagoro did not feel altogether gratified at his reception. But Dingo, though unsociable, was not savage. Old Tom said that, on board the wall deck he had noticed that the animal seemed to have a peculiarly disliked negroes. Not that he had actually attempted to do them any harm, only he uniformly avoided them, giving an impression that he must have been systematically ill-treated by the natives of that part of Africa in which he had been found. In the ten days that it had lapsed since the collision, Dingo had kept resolutely aloof from Tom and his companions. They could not tell what he had been feeding on. They only knew that, like themselves, he had suffered an excruciating thirst. Such had been the experience of the survivors of the wall deck. Their situation had been most critical. Even if they survived the pangs of one of food, the slightest gale or the most inconsiderable swell might at any moment have sunk the waterlogged ship, and had not been that calms and contrarier winds had contributed to the opportune arrival of the pilgrim, and inevitable fate was before them. Their corpus must lie at the bottom of the sea. Captain Tall's act of humanity, however, would not be complete unless he succeeded in restoring the shipwrecked men to their homes. This he promised to do. After completing the unlating at Valparaiso, the pilgrim would make direct for California, where, as Mrs. Weldon assured them, they would be most hospitably received by her husband, and provided with the necessary means for returning to Pennsylvania. The five men, who, as a consequence of the shipwreck, had lost all the savings of their last three years of toil, were profoundly grateful to their kind-hearted benefactors. Nor, poor Negroes as they were, did they utterly resign the hope that at some future time they might have it in their power to repay the debt which they owed their delivers. End of Part I. CHAPTER V. OF DICK SANS THE BOY CAPTAIN. Dick Sands the Boy Captain, by Jules Verne. Translated by Ellen E. Fruehr. Part I. CHAPTER V. DINGO'S SEGACITY. Meantime the pilgrim pursued her course, keeping as much as possible to the east, and before evening closed in, the hull of the wall-deck was out of sight. Captain Hall still continued to feel uneasy about the constant prevalence of calms. Not that for himself he cared much about the delay of a week or two in a voyage from New Zealand to Valparaiso, but he was disappointed at the prolonged inconvenience it caused to his lady-passenger. Mrs. Weldon, however, submitted to the detention very philosophically and did not utter a word of complaint. The captain's next care was to improvise sleeping accommodation for Tom and his four associates. No room for them could possibly be found in the cruise quarters, so that their berths had to be arranged under the four-castle, and as long as the weather continued fine there was no reason why the Negroes, a customer as they were to a somewhat rough life, should not find themselves sufficiently comfortable. After this incident of the discovery of the wreck, life on board the pilgrim relapsed into its ordinary routine, with the wind invariably in the same direction the sails required very little shifting. But whenever it happened, as occasionally it would, that there was no any tacking to be done, the good-natured Negroes were ever ready to lend a helping hand, and the rigging would creak again under the weight of Hercules, a great strapping fellow six feet high who seemed almost to require ropes of extra strength made for his special use. Hercules became at once a great favorite with little Jack, and when a giant lifted him like a doll in his stalwart arms the child fairly shrieked with delight. Higher, higher, very high, Jack would say sometimes. There you are, then, Master Jack, Hercules would reply as he raised him aloft. Am I heavy, asked the child, as heavy as a feather. Then lift me higher still, cried Jack, as high as ever you can reach, and Hercules, with the child's two feet supported on his huge palm, would walk above the deck with him like an acrobat, Jack all the time endeavoring with vain efforts to make him feel his weight. Besides Dick Sands and Hercules, Jack committed a third friend to his companionship. This was Dingo. The dog, as sociable as he had been on board the wall-dick, seemed to have found society more congenial to his taste, and being one of those animals that are fond of children he allowed Jack to deal with him almost anything he pleased. The child, however, never thought of hurting the dog in any way, and it was doubtful which of the two had the greater enjoyment of their mutual sport. Jack found a live dog infinitely more entertaining than his old toy upon its four wheels, and his great delight was to mount upon Dingo's back when the animal would gallop off with him like a racehorse with his jockey. It must be owned that one result of this intimacy was a serious diminution of the supply of sugar in the storeroom. Dingo was the delight of all the crew, except in Nagoro, who cautiously avoided coming in contact with an animal who showed such unmistakable symptoms of hostility. The new companions that Jack had thus found did not in the least make him forget his old friend, Dick Sands, who he devoted all his leisure time to him, as assiduously as ever. Mrs. Weldon regarded the intimacy with the greatest satisfaction, and one day made a remark to that effect in the presence of Captain Hall. You are right, madam, said the Captain Cordily. Dick is a capital fellow, and will be sure to be a first-rate sailor. He has an instinct which is little short of a genius. It supplies all deficiencies of theory, considering how short an experience and how little instruction he has had, it is quite wonderful how much he knows about a ship. Certainly, for his age, has sent him, Mrs. Weldon. He is singularly advanced. I can safely say that I have never had a fault to find with him. I believe that it is my husband's intention, after this voyage, to let him have systematic training and navigation, so that he may be able ultimately to become a captain. I have no misgivings, madam, replied the Captain. There is every reason to expect that he will be an honor to the service. Poor orphan, said the lady, he has been trained in a hard school. Its lessons have not been lost upon him, rejoined Captain Hall. We have taught in the prime lesson that he has his own way to make in the world. The eyes of the two speakers turned as it were, unwittingly, in the direction where Dick Sands happened to be standing. He was at the helm. Look at him now, said the Captain. See how steadily he keeps his eye upon the floor. Nothing distracts him from his duty. He is as much to be depended on as the most experienced helmsman. It was a capital thing for him that he began his training as a cabin boy. Nothing like it. Begin at the beginning. It is the best way for training for the merchant service. But surely, in oppose, Mrs. Weldon, you would not deny that in the navy there have been many good officers who have never had the training of which you are speaking. True, madam, but yet even some of the best of them have begun at the lowest step of the ladder, for instance, Lord Nelson. Just at this instant Cousin Benedict emerged from the stern cabin and completely absorbed according to his want, and his own pursuit began to wander up and down the deck, peering into the interstices of the network, rummaging under the seats and drawing his long fingers along the cracks on the floor where the tar had crumbled away. Well, Benedict, how are you getting on? asked Mrs. Weldon. I, oh, well enough, thank you, if I had dreamily, but I wish we were on shore. What were you looking for under that bench, said Captain Hull. Insects, of course, answered Benedict. I am always looking for insects. But don't you know, Benedict, said Mrs. Weldon, that Captain Hull is far too particular to allow any verben on the deck of his vessel. Captain Hull smiled and said, Mrs. Weldon is very complementary, but I am really inclined to hope that your investigations in the cabins of the pilgrim will not be intended with much success. Cousin Benedict shrugged his shoulders, and a man of the indicated that he was aware that the cabins could furnish nothing attractive in the ways of insects. However, continued the Captain, I'd essay down on the hold you could find some cockroaches, but cockroaches, I presume, would be of little or no interest to you. No interest, cried Benedict, at once warmed into enthusiasm. Why, are they not the very orthoptera that rouse those implications of Virgil and Horus? Are they not closely allied to the periplaneta orientalis and the American cacrolac, which inhabit? I should rather say infest interrupted the Captain. Easy enough to see, sir, replied Benedict, stopping short with amazement, that you are not an entomologist. I fear I must be guilty to your accusations, said the Captain, good humanly. You must not expect everyone to be such an enthusiast in your favorite studies yourself, Mrs. Weldon, imposed. But are you not satisfied with the result of your explorations in New Zealand? Yes, yes, answered Benedict, with a sort of hesitating reluctance. I must not say I was dissatisfied. I was really very delighted to secure that new staffelin, with which Hitherto had never been seen elsewhere than in New California. But still, you know, an entomologist is always craving for fresh additions to his collection. While he was speaking, Dingo, leaving little Jack, who was romping with him, came and jumped on Benedict and began to fall on him. Get away, you brute, he exclaimed, thrusting the dog aside. Your Dingo, good dog, cried Jack, running up and taking the animal's huge head between his tiny hands. Your interest in cockroaches, Mr. Benedict, observed the Captain, does not seem to extend to dogs. It isn't that I dislike dogs at all, answered Benedict, but this creature has disappointed me. How do you mean? You could hardly want to catalog him with the diptero or humanoptera, asked Mrs. Weldon, laughingly. Oh, not at all, replied Benedict, with the most unmoved gravity. But I understood that he had been found on the west coast of Africa, and I hoped that perhaps he might have brought over some African hemiptera in his coat. But I have searched his coat well over and over again, without finding a single specimen. The dog has disappointed me, he repeated mournfully. I can only hope, said the Captain, that if he had found anything, you were going to kill it instantly. Benedict looked with mute astonishment into the Captain's face. In a moment or two afterwards he said, I suppose, sir, you acknowledge that Sir John Franklin was an eminent member of your profession. Certainly why? Because Sir John would never take away the life of the most insignificant insect. It is related of him that when he had once been incestantly tormented all day by a mosquito, at last he found it on the back of his hand and blew it off, saying, fly away, little creature, the world is large enough for both you and me. That little antidote of yours, Mr. Benedict, said the Captain smiling, is a good deal older than Sir John Franklin. It is told, in nearly the same words, about Uncle Toby and Stern's Tristram Shandy. Only there it was not a mosquito, it was a common fly. When was Uncle Toby an entomologist, asked Benedict? Did he ever really live? Notice that the Captain, he was only a character in a novel. Cousin Benedict gave a look of utter contempt, and Captain Hall and Mrs. Weldon could not resist laughing. Such is only one instance of the way in which Cousin Benedict invariably brought a bit about that all conversation with him ultimately turned upon his favorite pursuit, and all along throughout the monotonous hours of smooth sailing while the pilgrim was making her little headway to the east. He showed his own diversion to his pet science by seeking to enlist new disciples. First of all he tried his powers of persuasion upon Dick Sands. But soon finding that the young apprentice had no taste for entomological mysteries, he gave him up and turned his attention to the Negroes. Nor was he much more successful with them. One after another, Tom, Bette, Actaeon, and Austin had all withdrawn themselves from his instructions, and the class at last was reduced to the single person of Hercules. But in him the enthusiastic naturalists thought he had discovered a lightened talent which could distinguish between a parasite and a thysinure. Hercules accordingly submitted to pass a considerable portion of his leisure in the observation of every variety of coliopter. He was encouraged to study the extensive collection of stag beetles, tiger beetles, and ladybirds. And although at times the enthusiasts trembled to see some of his most delicate and fragile specimens in the huge grasp of his pupil, he soon learned that the man's gentle docility was a sufficient guarantee against his clumsiness. While the science of entomology was thus occupying its two votaries, Mrs. Vodun was giving her own best attention to the education of Master Jack. Reading and writing she undertook to teach herself, while she entrusted the instruction in an arithmetic to the care of Dick Sands. Under the conviction that a child of five years will make a much more rapid progress if something like amusement be combined with his lessons, Mrs. Vodun would not teach her boy to spell by the use of an ordinary school primer, but use a set of cubes on the sides of which the various letters were painted in red. After first making a word and showing it to Jack, he said to him to put it together without her help, and it was astonishingly how quickly the child advanced and how many hours he would spend in this way, both in the cabin and on Dick. There were more than fifty cubes which, beside the alphabet, included all the digits, so that they were all serviced for Dick Sands' lessons as well as of her own. She was more than satisfied with her device. On the morning of the ninth, an incident of courage which could not fail to be observed as somewhat remarkable. Jack was half lying, half sitting on the Dick, amusing himself with his letters, and had just finished putting together a word with which he intended to puzzle old Tom, who with his hands sheltering his eyes was pretending not to see the difficulty with which was being laboriously prepared to be bewildered him. All at once, Dingo, who had been gambling around the child, made a sudden pause, lifted his right paw, and wagged his tail convulsively. Then darting down upon a capital S, he seized it in his mouth and carried it some paces away. "'Oh, Dingo, Dingo, you mustn't eat my letters,' shouted the child. But the dog had already dropped the block of wood, and coming back again picked up another, which he laid quietly by the side of the first. This time it was a capital V.' Jack uttered an exclamation of astonishment, which brought to his side not only his mother, but the captain and Dick, who were both on deck. In answer to their inquiry as to what had occurred, Jack cried out in the greatest excitement that Dingo knew how to read. At any rate, he was sure that he knew his letters. Dick Sands smiled and stooped to take back the letters. Dingo snarled and showed his teeth, but the apprentice was not frightened. He carried his point and replaced the two blocks among the rest. Dingo, in an instance, pounced upon them again, and having drawn them to his side, laid a paw upon each of them, as if to signify his intention of attaining them in his possession. Of the other letters of the alphabet he took no notice at all. "'It is very strange,' said Mrs. Veldon. He has picked out S. V. again. "'S. V.' repeated the captain thoughtfully. "'Are not those the letters that form the initials of his collar?' And turning to the old Negro he continued, "'Tom, didn't you say that this dog did not always belong to the captain of the Waldeck?' "'To the best of my belief,' replied Tom. "'The captain had only had him about two years. I often heard him tell how he had found him at the mouth of the Congo. "'Do you suppose that he never knew where the animal came from, or to whom he had previously belonged?' asked Captain Hall. "'Never,' answered Tom, shaking his head. "'A lost dog is worse to identify than a lost child. You see, he can't make himself understood anyway.' The captain made no answer, but stood musing. Mrs. Veldon interrupted him. "'These letters, Captain, seem to be recalling something to your recollection?' "'I can hardly go so far as to say that,' Mrs. Veldon,' he replied. "'But I cannot help associating them with the fate of a brave explorer.' "'Whom do you mean?' said the lady. "'In 1871, just two years ago,' the captain continued, a French traveller under the auspices of the geographical society of Paris, set out for the purpose of crossing Africa from west to east. His starting point was the mouth of the Congo, and his exit was designed to be as near as possible to Cape Del Dago at the mouth of the river Rovouma, of which he was to ascertain the true course. The name of this man was Samuel Vernon, and I confess his strikes me as somewhat a strange coincidence that the letters engraved on Dingo's collar should be Vernon's initials. "'Is nothing known about this traveller?' asked Mrs. Veldon. "'Nothing was ever heard of him after his first departure. It appears quite certain that he failed to reach the east coast, and it can only be conjectured either that he died upon his way, or that he was made prisoner by the natives. And if so, and this dog ever belonged to him, the animal might have made his way back to the sea coast, where, just about the time that would be likely, the captain of the wall-deck picked him up. But you have no reason to suppose, Captain Hull, that Vernon never owned a dog of this description. "'I own, I never heard of it,' said the captain, but still the impression fixes itself on my mind that the dog must have been his. How he came to know one letter from another, it is not for me to pretend to say. Look at him now, madam. He seems not only to be reading the letters for himself, but to be inviting us to come and read them with him.' As Mrs. Mdaldum was watching the dog with such amusement, Dick Sands, who had listened to the previous conversation, took the opportunity of asking the captain whether the traveler, Vernon, had started on his expedition quite alone. "'That is really more than I can tell you, my boy,' answered Captain Hull. But I shall almost take it for granted that he would have a considerable retinue of natives.' The captain spoke without being aware that Nagoro had meanwhile quietly stolen on deck. At first his presence was quite unnoticed, and no one observed the peculiar glance with which he looked at the two letters of which Dingo still persisted in keeping guard. The dog, however, no sooner caught sight of the cook than he began to bristle with rage, whereupon Nagoro, with the threatening gesture which seemed half involuntary, withdrew immediately to his accustomed quarters. The incident did not escape the captain's observation. No doubt he said there is some mystery here, and he was pardoning the matter over in his mind when Dick Sands spoke. "'Don't you think it very singular, sir, that this dog should have such a knowledge of the alphabet?' Jack here put in his word. My mama has told me about a dog whose name was Monito, who could read as well as a schoolmaster, and could play dominoes.' Mrs. Boden smiled. I am afraid, my child, that that dog was not quite so learned as you imagine. I don't suppose he knew one letter from the other, but his master, who was a clever American, had found out that the animal had a very keen sense of hearing, taught him some curious tricks. "'What sort of tricks?' asked Dick, who was almost as much interested as little Jack. When he had to perform in public,' continued Mrs. Boden, a lot of letters like yours, Jack, were spread upon a table, and Monito would put together any word that the company should propose, either aloud or in a whisper, to his master. The creature would walk about until he stopped at the very letter which was wanted. The secret of all was that the dog's owner gave him a signal when he was to stop by rattling a little toothpick in his pocket, making a slight noise that only the dog's ears were cute enough to perceive. Dick was highly amused and said, but that was a dog who could do nothing wonderful without his master. "'So,' answered Mrs. Boden, and it surprises me very much to see Dingo picking out these letters without a master to direct him. The more one thinks of it, the more strange it is,' sift Captain Hall. But after all, Dingo's sagacity is not greater than that of the dog which rang the convent bell in order to get at the dish that was reserved for passing beggars, nor than that of the dog who had to turn a spit every other day and never could be induced to work when it was not his proper day. Dingo, evidently, has no acquaintance with any other letters, except the Lou SB, and some circumstance which we can never guess, has made him familiar with them. What a pity he cannot talk, explained the apprentice. We should know why it is that he always shows his teeth at Nagoro. And tremendous teeth they are, observed the Captain, as Dingo at that moment opened his mouth and made a display of his formidable fangs. CHAPTER VI. OF DICK SANS THE BOY CAPTAIN. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. DICK SANS THE BOY CAPTAIN by Jules Verne, translated by Ellen E. Fruer. Part I. CHAPTER VI. A Wail Insight. It was only what might be expected that the dog's singular exhibition of sagacity should repeatedly form a subject of conversation between Mrs. Walden, the Captain, and Dick. The apprentice in particular began to entertain a lurking feeling of distrust towards Nagoro, although it must be owned that the man's conduct in general afforded no tangible grounds for suspicion. Nor is it only among the stern passages that Dingo's remarkable feat was discussed. Amongst the crew and the bow, the dog not only soon gained the reputation of being able to read, but was almost credited with being able to write, too, as well as any sailor among them. Indeed the chief wonder was that he did not speak. Perhaps he can't, suggested Bolton, the helmsman. And likely enough some fine day we shall have him coming to ask about our bearings, and to inquire which way the wind lies. Ah, why not, assented another sailor. Parrots talk and magpies talk. Why shouldn't a dog? For my part I should guess it must be easier to speak with a mouth than with a beak. Of course it is, said Howick, the boat-swing. Only a quadruped has never yet been known to do it. Perhaps, however, the worthy fellow would have been amazed to hear that a certain Danish savant once possessed a dog that could actually pronounce quite distinctly nearly twenty different words, demonstrating that the construction of the glottis, the aperture at the top of the windpipe, was adapted for the emission of regular sounds. Of course the animal attached no meaning to the words, it uttered any more than a parrot or a jig and comprehend their own chatterings. Thus unconsciously Dinko had become the hero of the hour. On several separate occasions Captain Hall repeated the experiment in spreading out the blocks before him, but invariably with the same result the dog never failed, without the slightest hesitation to pick out the two glottis, leaving all the rest of the alphabet quite unnoticed. Cousin Benedict alone, somewhat ostentatiously, professed to take no interest in the circumstance. You cannot suppose, he said to Captain Hall, after various reputations of the trick, that dogs ought to be reckoned the ill-eaten animals endowed with intelligence. Rats, you know, will always leave a sinking ship, and beavers invariably raid their dans before the approach of a flood. Did not the horses of Nicomedes, Scanderberg, and Opien die of grief for the loss of their masters? Were there not been instances of donkeys with wonderful memories? Birds, too, have been trained to do the most remarkable things. They have been taught to write word after word at their master's dictation. There are cockatoos who can count the people in a room as accurately as a mathematician, and have you heard of the old Cardinal's parent that he would not part with four hundred gold crowns, because it could repeat the Apostles' creed from beginning to end, without a blunder? And insects, he continued, warming into enthusiasm. Now marvelously they vindicate the axiom in minimus maximus deus. Are not the structures of ants the very models for the architects of the city? Has the diving bell of the aquatic Argyroneta ever been surpassed by the invention of the most skillful student of mechanical art? And cannot fleas go through a drill, and fire a gun, as well as the most accomplished artillerymen? This dingo is nothing out of the way, as suppose it belongs to some unclassed species of mastiff. Perhaps one day or other he may come to be identified as the Canis alphabeticus of New Zealand. There were the entomologists to live at this and various similar harangues, but dingo nevertheless retained his high place in the general estimation, and by the occupants of the forecastle was regarded as a short of a phenomenon. The feeling, otherwise universal, was not at any degree shared by Nagoro, and it is more improbable that the man would have been tempted to some foul play with the dog if the open sympathies of the crew had not kept him in check. More than ever he studiously avoided coming in contact in any way with the animal, and Dick Sands in his own mind was quite convinced that since the incident of the letters the cook's hatred of the dog had become still more intense. After continual alternations with long and worrisome calms the northeast wind precipitally moderated, and on both Captain Hall really began to hope that such a change would ensue as to allow the skooner to run straight before the wind. Nineteen days had elapsed since the pilgrim had left Auckland. It appeared not so long, but that with a favourable breeze it might be made up at last. Some days, however, were yet to elast before the wind veered round to the anticipated quarter. It had been already stated that this portion of the Pacific is almost always deserted. It is out of the line of the American and Australian steam packets, and except the whaler who had been brought into it by some exceptional circumstances as a pilgrim it was quite unusual to see one in this latitude. But however void of traffic was the surface of the sea, to none but an unintelligent mind could it appear monotonous or barren of interest. The poetry of the ocean breathes forth in its minute an almost imperceptible changes. A marine plant, a tuft of seaweed lightly furring the water, a drifting spar with its unknown history, may afford unlimited scope for the imagination. Every little drop passing in its process of evaporation backwards and forwards from sea to sky might perchance reveal its own special secret and happier those minds which are capable of a due appreciation of the mysteries of air and ocean. Above the surface as well as below the restless flood is ever teeming with animal life, and the passengers on board the pilgrim derive no little amusement from watching great flocks of birds migrating northwards to escape the rigor of the Polo winter, and ever and again descending in rapid flight to secure some timiny fish. Occasionally Dick Sands would take a pistol and now and then a rifle, and thanks to Mr. Weldon's former instructions would bring down various specimens of the feathered tribe. Sometimes white petrels would congregate in considerable numbers near the schooner, and sometimes petrels of another species, with brown borders on their wings, would come in sight. Now there would be flocks of Damiers skimming the water, and now groups of penguins, whose clumsy gait appears to so ludicrous on shore that as Captain Hull pointed out, when their stumpy wings were employers' fins there were a match for the most rapid of fish, so the sailors have often mistaken them for bonitos. High overhead, huge albatrosses, their outspread wings, measuring ten feet from tip to tip with sore aloft, thence to swoop down towards the deep into which they plunge their beaks in search of food. Such incidents and scenes as these were infinite in the variety, and it was accordingly only for minds that were obtuse to the charms of nature that the voyage could be monotonous. On the day the wind shifted Mrs. Weldon was walking up and down on the pilgrim's stern, when her attention was attracted by what seemed to her a strange phenomenon. All of a sudden, far as the eye could reach, the sea had assumed a reddish hue as if it were tinged with blood. Both Dick and Jack were standing close behind her, and she cried, Look, Dick! Look! The sea is all red. Is it a seaweed that is making the water so strange a color? No answer, Dick. It is not a weed. It is what the sailors call whale's food. It is formed, I believe, of renumerable myriads of minute crustacea. Crustacea they may be, replied Mrs. Weldon, but they must be so small that they are mere insects. Cousin Benedict no doubt will like to see them. She called aloud, Benedict! Benedict! Come here! We have a sight here to interest you. The amateur naturist slowly emerged from his cabin, followed by Captain Hull. Ah, yes, I see, said the Captain, whale's food, just the opportunity for you, Mr. Benedict, a chance not to be thrown away for studying one of the most curious of the crustacea. Nonsense, ejaculated Benedict, contemptuously. Other nonsense. Why, what do you mean, Mr. Benedict, retorted the Captain? Surely you, as an entomologist, must know that I am right in my conviction that these crustacea belong to one of the six classes of the articulata. The disdain of Cousin Benedict was expressed by a repeated sneer. Are you not aware, sir, that my researches as an entomologist are confined entirely to the hexapoda? Captain Hull, unable to repress a smile, only answered good humanly, I see, sir, your tastes do not lie in the same direction as those of the whale. And turning to Mrs. Weldon, he continued, To whalemen, madam, this is a sight that speaks for itself. It is a token that we ought to lose no time in getting out our lines and look into the state of our haupoons. There is game not far away. Jack gave vent to his astonishment. Do you mean the great creatures like whales feed on such tiny things as these? Yes, my boy, said the Captain, and I dare say they are as nice to them as semolina and ground rice are to you. When a whale gets into the middle of them, he has nothing to do but to open his jaws, and in a minute hundreds of thousands of these minute creatures are inside the fringe, or whalebone around his palate, and he is sure of a good mouthful. So you see, Jack, said Dick, the whale gets his shrimps without the trouble of shelling them, and when he has just closed his snappers, it is the very time to give him a good taste of the harpoon, added Captain Hall. The words had hardly escaped the Captain's lips, when a shout from one of the sailors announced, A whale to larbid! There's the whale, repeated the Captain. All its professional instincts were aroused in an instance, and he hurried to the bow, followed in ego curiosity by all the stern passengers. Even Cousin Benedict loitered up in the rear, constrained in spite of himself to take a share in the general interest. There was no doubt about the matter. Four miles or so to Wynwood, an unusual commotion in the water, betoken to experience eye as the presence of a whale, but the distance was too great to permit a reasonable conjecture to be formed, as to which species of the mammifers the creature belonged. Three distinct species are familiarly known. First there is the right whale, which is ordinarily sought in the northern fisheries. The average length of this cetacean is sixty feet, though it has been known to attain the length of eighty feet. It has no dorsal fin, and beneath its skin is a thick layer of blubber. One of these monsters alone will yield as much as a hundred bowers of oil. Then there is the humpback, a typical representative of the species Belenoptera, a definition which may at first sight appear to possess an interest for an entomologist, but which really refers to two white dorsal fins, each half as wide as the body resembling a pair of wings, and in their formation similar to those of the flying fish. It must be owned, however, that a flying whale would decidedly be a rarer avis. Lastly there is the jubarte, commonly known as the finback. This is provided with a dorsal fin, and in length not infrequently is a match for the gigantic right whale. While it was impossible to decide to which of the three species the whale in the distance really belonged, the general impression inclined to the belief that it was a jubarte. With longing in eyes, Captain Hull and his crew gaze at the object of general attraction. Just as irresistibly as it is said, a clockmaker is drawn on to examine the mechanism of every clock which chance may throw in his way, so is a whaleman ever anxious to plunge his harpoon into any whale that he can get within his reach. The larger the game, the more keen the excitement, and no elephant hunter's eagerness ever surpasses the zest of the whale fisher when one started in pursuit of the prey. To the crew the sight of the whale was the opening of an unexpected opportunity, and no wonder they were fired with the burning hope that even now they might do something to supply the deficiency of their meagre hull throughout the season. For our worries the creature still was. The captain's practiced eyes soon enabled him to detect various indications that satisfied him as to his true species. Amongst the other things that arrested his attention he observed a column of water and vapor ejected from the nostrils. It isn't a right whale, he said. If so, its spout will be smaller, and it would rise higher in the air. And I do not think it is a humpback. I cannot hear the humpback's roar. Dick, tell me, what do you think about it? With a critical eye Dick Sands looked long and steadily at the spout. It blows out water, sir, said the apprentice. Water as well as vapor. I should think it is a finback. But it must be a very large one. Seventy feet at least rejoined the captain, flushing with his enthusiasm. What a big fellow, said Jack, catching the excitement of his elders. Ah, Jack, my boy, chuckled the captain. The whale little thinks who are watching him enjoy his breakfast. Yes, said the boat's wane. A dozen such gentlemen as that would fray to craft twice the size of ours. But this one, if only we can get him, would do a good way towards filling our empty barrels. Rather worth work, you know, said Dick, to attack a finback. You are right, Dick, answered the captain. The boat is yet to be built, which is strong enough to resist the flap of a juvarte's tail. But the prophet is worth the risk, Captain. Isn't it? You are right, Dick, replied Captain Hall, as he spoke. He clambered on to the bow-sprit in order that he might get a better view of the whale. The crew were as eager as their captain. Mounted on the four shrouds, they scanned the movements of their coveted prey in the distance, freely discounting upon the prophet to be made out of a good finback, and declaring that it would be a thousand pities if this chance of a filling the casks below should be permitted to be lost. Captain Hall was perplexed. He bit his nails and knitted his brow. Mama cried, little Jack. I should so much like to see a whale close. Quite close, you know. And so you shall, my boy, replied the captain, who was standing by and had come to be resolved, that as if his men would back him, he would make an attempt to capture the prize. He turned to his crew. My men, what do you think? Shall we make the venture? Remember, we are all alone. We have no whalemen to help us. We must rely upon ourselves. I have thrown a harpoon before now. I can throw a harpoon again. What do you say? The crew responded with a ringing cheer. Aye-aye, sir. Aye-aye! End of Part I. Part I. Chapter VII of Dick Sands, the boy captain. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Alex C. Tillander, Davis, California. Dick Sands, the boy captain, by Jules Verne. Translated by Ellen E. Fruer. Part I. Chapter VII. Preparations for an attack. Great was the excitement that now prevailed, and the question of an attempt to capture the sea monster became the ruling theme of conversation. Mrs. Weldon expressed considerable doubt as to the prudence of venturing upon so great a risk with such a limited number of hands. But when Captain Hull was shorter that he had no more than once successfully attacked a whale with a single boat, and that for his part he had no fear of failure, she made no further remonstrance, and appeared quite satisfied. Having formed his resolve, the captain lost no time in setting about his preliminary arrangements. He could not really conceal from his own mind that the pursuit of a fin-beck was always a matter of some peril, and he was anxious, accordingly, to make every possible position which forethought could devise against all emergencies. Besides her long boat, which was kept between the two masts, the pilgrim had three whaleboats, two of them slung to the starboard and larbored davids, and a third of the stern, outside the taff rail. During the fishing season, when their crew was reinforced by a hired complement of New Zealand whalemen, all three of these boats we brought at once into requisition, but at present the whole crew of the pilgrim was barely sufficient to man one of the three boats. Tom and his friends were ready to volunteer their assistance, but any offers of service from them were necessarily declined. The manipulation of a whaleboat can only be entrusted to those who are experienced in the work. The false turn of the tiller, or premature stroke of the oar, may in a moment compromise the safety of the whole party. Thus compelled to take all his trained sailors with him on his adventurous expedition, the captain had no alternative then to leave his apprentice in charge of the schooner during his absence. Dick's choice would have been very much in favour of taking his share in the whale hunt, but he had the good sense to know that the developed strength of a man would be a far greater service in the boat, and, accordingly, without a murmur, he resigned himself to remain behind. Out of the five sailors who would man the boat, there were four to take the oars, whilst Hoax the boat's way in was to manage the oar of the stern, which on these occasions generally replaces an ordinary rudder as being quicker in action in the event of any of the side oars being disabled. The post of Harpuna was, of course, assigned a captain hull, to whose lot it would consequently fall, first to hurl his weapon at the whale, then to manage the unwinding of the line to which the harpoon was attached, and finally to kill the creature by landswounds when it should emerge again from below the sea. A method sometimes employed for commencing an attack is to place a sort of small cannon on the bowels or dick of the boat and to discharge from it either a harpoon or some explosive bullets, which make frightful lacerations on the body of the victim, but the pilgrim was not provided with apparatus of this description. Not only are all the contrivances of this kind very costly and difficult to manage, but the fishermen generally are averse to innovations, and prefer the old-fashioned harpoons. It was with these alone that captain hull was now about to encounter the finback that was lying some four miles distant from the ship. The weather promised as favorably as could be for the enterprise. The sea was calm, and the wind moreover was still moderating, so that there was no likelihood of the schooner drifting away during the captain's absence. When the starboard whaleboat had been lowered and the four sailors had entered it, poetic passed a couple of harpoons down to them and some lances, which had been carefully sharpened. To these were added five coils of stout and supple rope, each six hundred feet long, for a whale when struck often dies so deeply that even these lengths of line, knotted together, are found to be insufficient. After these implements of attack had been properly stowed in the bowels, the crew had only to await the pleasure of their captain. The pilgrim before the sailors left her had been made to heave to, and the oars were braced so as to secure her remaining as stationary as possible. As the time drew near for the captain to quitter, he gave a searching look all round to satisfy himself that everything was in order. He saw that the Haleas were probably tightened and the sails trimmed as they should be, and then calling the young apprentice to his side, he said, Now, Dick, I am going to leave you for a few hours. While I am away, I hope that it will not be necessary for you to make any movement whatever. However, you must be on the watch. It is not very likely, but it is possible that this fin back may carry us out to some distance. If so, you will have to follow. And in that case, I am sure you may rely upon Tom and his friends for assistance. One and all the negroes assured the captain of their willingness to obey Dick's instructions. The sturdy Hercules rolling up his capacious shirtslee as if to show that he was ready for immediate action. The captain went on. The weather is beautifully fine, Dick, and I see no prospect of the wind freshening. But come what may, I have one direction to give you, which I strictly enforce. You must not leave the ship. If I want you to follow us, I will hoist a flag on the boat-hook. You may trust me, sir, as a Dick. And I will keep a good look out. All right, my lad, keep a cool head and a good heart. You are second captain now, you know. I never heard of any one of your age being placed in such a post. Be a credit to your position. Dick blushed, and the bright flush that rose to his cheeks spoke more than words. The lad may be trusted, remembered the captain to himself. He is as modest as he is courageous. Yes, he may be trusted. It cannot be denied that the captain was not wholly without compunction at the step he was taking. He was aware of the danger to which he was exposing himself. But he beguiled himself with the persuasion that it was only for a few hours, and his fisherman's instinct was very keen. It was not only for himself. The desire upon the part of the crew was almost irresistibly strong, that every opportunity ought to be employed for making the cargo of the schooner equal to her own expectations. And so he finally prepared to start. I wish you all success, said Mrs. Walden. Many thanks, he replied. Little Jack put in his word, and you will try and catch the whale without hurting him much. All right, young gentleman, answered the captain, he shall hardly feel the tip of our fingers. Sometimes, said Cousin Benedict, as if he had been pondering the expedition in relation to his pet science, sometimes there are strange insects clinging to the backs of the great mammothers. Do you think you are likely to procure me any specimens? You shall soon have the opportunity of investigating for yourself, was the captain's reply. And you, Tom, we shall be looking to you for help in cutting up our prize when we get it alongside, continued he. We shall be quite ready, sir, said the negro. One thing more, Dick, added the captain. You may as well be getting up the empty barrels out of the hold. They will be all ready. It shall be done, sir, Dick answered promptly. If everything went well, it was the intention that the whale after it had been killed should be towed to the site of the schooner, where it will be firmly lashed. Then the sailors with their feet in spiked shoes would get upon its back and proceed to cut the blubber, from head to tail in long strips, which would first be divided into lumps about a foot and a half square, the lumps being subsequently chopped into smaller portions, capable of being stored away in casks. The ordinary war would be for a ship as soon as the flying was complete, to make its way to land, where the blubber could be at once boiled down, an operation by which it is reduced by about a third of its weight, and by which it yields all its oil, the only portion of which it is of any value. Under prison circumstances, however, Captain Hall would not think of melting down the blubber until his arrival at Valparaiso, and as he was sanguine that the wind would soon set in a fabled direction, he calculated that he should reach that port in less than three weeks, a period during which his cargo would not be deteriorated. The latest movement with regard to the pilgrim had been to bring her somewhat nearer the spot, where the spouts of vapor indicated the presence of the cover to the prize. The creature continued to swim about in the reddened waters, opening and shutting its huge jaw like an automaton, and absorbing at every mouthful whole myriad of a nipmalkula. No one entertained a fear that it would try to make an escape. It was the unanimous verdict that it was a fighting wail, and one that would resist all attacks to the very end. As Captain Hall descended the rope ladder and took his place in the front of the boat, Mrs. Watton all on board renewed their good wishes. Dingo stood with his forepaws upon the taff rail, and appeared as much as any to be bidding at the adventurous party farewell. When the boat pushed off, those who were left on board the pilgrim made their way slowly to the bowels, from which the most extensive view was to be gained. The captain's voice came from the retreating boat. A sharp look-out, Dick, a sharp look-out, one eye on us, one eye on the ship. Aye, aye, sir, replied the apprentice. By his gestures the captain showed that he was under some emotion. He called out again, but the boat had made such a headway that it was too far for any words to be heard. Dingo broke out in a piteous howl. The dog was still standing erect, his eyes upon the boat in the distance. To the sailors, ever superstitious, the howling was not reassuring. Even Mrs. Watton was startled. Why, Dingo, Dingo, she exclaimed, this isn't the way to encourage your friends. Come here, sir, you must behave better than that. He lay down on all fours as the animal walked slowly up to Mrs. Watton and began to lick her hand. Ah, but it old Tom, shaking his head solemnly. He doesn't wag his tail at all, a bad omen. All at once the dog gave a savage growl. As she turned her head, Mrs. Watton caught sight of Nagoro, making his way to the forecastle, probably actuated by the general spirit of curiosity to follow the manoeuvres of the whale-boat. He stopped and seized a hand-spike as soon as he saw the ferocious attitude of the dog. The lady was quite unable to pacify the animal, which seemed about to fly upon the throat of the cook. But Dick Sands called out loudly. Down, Dingo, down! The dog obeyed, but it seemed to be with extreme reluctance that he returned to Dick's side. He continued to growl as if still remembering his rage. Nagoro had turned very pale, and having put down the hand-spike, he made his way cautiously back to his own quarters. Hercules said, Dick, I must get you to keep your eye upon that man. Yes, I will, he answered, significantly clenching his fist. Dick took his station at the helm, whence he kept an earnest watch upon the whale-boat, which, under the vigorous plying of the sieven's oars, had become little more than a speck upon the water. CHAPTER VIII. OF DICK SAND'S THE BOY CAPTAIN. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. DICK SAND'S THE BOY CAPTAIN. BY JULES VERRIN. TRANSLATED BY ELAN E. FROER. PART I. CHAPTER VIII. A CATASTERFREE. Experienced well-man as he was, Captain Hall knew the difficulty of the task he had undertaken. He was alive to the importance of making his approach to the were from the leeward, so that there should be no sound to apprise the creature of the proximity of the boat. He had perfect confidence in his boatswain, and felt sure that he would take the proper course to ensure a favorable result to the enterprise. We mustn't show ourselves too soon, Hoek, he said. Certainly not, replied Hoek. I am going to skirt the edge of the discolored water, and I shall take good care to be at well at the leeward. All right, the captain answered, and turning to the crew said, Now, my lads, as quietly as you can. Muffling the sound of their oars by placing straw in the Rolex, and avoiding the least unnecessary noise, the men skillfully propelled the boat along the outline of the water, inched by the crustacea, so that while the starboard oars still dipped in the green and limpid sea, the larbid were in the deep dyed waves, and seemed as though they were dripping with blood. Wine on this side, water on that, said one of the sailors jacosly, but neither of them fit to drink, rejoined the captain shortly. So just hold your tongue. Under Hoek's guidance the boat now glided stealthily, onto the greasy surface of the redden waters, where she appeared to float as on a pool of oil. The whale seemed utterly unconscious of the attack that was threatening it, and allowed the boat to come nearer without exhibiting any sign of alarm. The wide circuit which the captain had thought it advisable to take, had the effect of considerably increasing the distance between his boat and the pilgrim, whilst the strange rapidity with which objects at sea become diminished in apparent magnitude, as if viewed through the wrong end of a telescope, made the ship look farther away than she actually was. Another half hour elapsed, and at the end of it the captain found himself so exactly the leeward that the huge body of the whale was precisely intermediate between his boat and the pilgrim. A closer approach must now be made. Every precaution must be used, but the time had come to get sufficiently nearer for the hard prune to be discharged. Slowly my men said the captain in a low voice, slowly and softly. Hoek muttered something that implied that the whale had ceased blowing so hard, and that it was aware of their approach. The captain upon this enjoined the most perfect silence, but urged his crew onwards, until, in five or six minutes, they were within a cable's length of the fin back. Erected the stern, the boatswain stood, and maneuvered to get the boat as close as possible to the whale's left flank, while he made it an object of special care to keep beyond the reach of its formidable tail, one stroke of which could involve them all in an instantaneous disaster. During the manipulation of the boat, thus left the boatswain, the captain made ready for the arduous effort that was before him. At the extreme bow, harpoon in hand, with his legs somewhat astride so as to ensure his equilibrium, he stood prepared to plunge his weapon into the mass that rose above the surface of the sea. By his side, cold in a pail, and with one end firmly attached to the harpoon, was the first of the five lines which, if the whale should dive to a considerable depth, would have to be joined end to end, one after another. Are you ready, my lads? said he, hardly above a whisper. Aye-aye, sir, replied Hoek, speaking as gently as his master, in giving a firmer grip to the rudder oar that he held in his hands. Then, alongside, at once, was the captain's order, which was promptly obeyed, so that in a few minutes the boat was only about ten feet from the body of the whale. The animal did not move. Was it asleep? In that case, there was hope that the very first stroke might be fatal, but it was hardly likely. Captain Hall felt only too sure that there was some different cause to be assigned for its remaining so still and stationary, and the rapid glances of the boatswain showed that he entertained the same suspicion. But it was no time for speculation. The moment for action had arrived, and no attempt was made on either hand to exchange ideas upon the subject. Captain Hall seized his weapon tightly by the shaft, and having poised it several times in the air in order to make sure more sure of his aim, he gathered all his strength and hurled it against the side of the fin-back. Back water, he shouted. The sailors pushed back with all their might, and the boat in an instant was beyond the range of the creature's tail. And now the immovableness of the animal was at once accounted for. See! There is a youngster, exclaimed Howard. And he was not mistaken. Started by the blow of the harpoon, the monster had healed over onto its side, and the movement revealed a young whale which the mother had been disturbed in the act of suckling. It was a discovery which made Captain Hall aware that the capture of the whale would be attended with double difficulty. He knew that she would defend her little one. If such a term can be applied to a creature that was at least twenty feet long, with the most determined fury, yet having made what he considered a successful commencement of the attack, he would not be donned, nor deterred from his endeavour to secure a so fine a prize. The whale did not, as sometimes happens, make a precipitate dash upon the boat, a proceeding which necessitates the instant cutting of the harpoon line and an immediate intersheet. But it took the far more usual course of diving downwards almost perpendicularly. It was followed by its calf. Very soon, however, after rising once again to the surface with the sudden bound, it began swimming along underwater with great rapidity. Before its first plunge, Captain Hall and Howick had the sufficient opportunity to observe that it was an unusually large belly and obturor, measuring at least eighty feet from head to tail, its colour being of a yellowish brown, dappled with numerous spots of a darker shade. The pursuit, or what may be more aptly termed the towing of the whale, had now fairly commenced. The sailors had shipped their oars, and the whaleboat darted like an arrow along the surface of the waves. In spite of the oscillation, which was very violent, Howick succeeded in maintaining an equilibrium, and did not need the repeated injunctions with which the agitated Captain urged his boatswain to be upon his guard. But fast as the boat flew along, she could not keep pace with the whale, and so rapidly did the line run out that except proper care had been taken to keep the bucket in, which it was called filled with water, the friction against the edge of the boat would inevitably have caused it to take fire. The whale gave no indication of moderating its speed, so that the first line was soon exhausted, and the second had to be attached to its end, only to be run out with like rapidity. And a few minutes more it was necessary to join on the third line. It was evident that the whale had not been hit in a vital part, and so far from rising to the surface, the oblique direction of the rope indicated that the creature was seeking yet greater depths. One found it, explained the Captain. It seems as if the brute is going to run out all our line. Yes, and see what a distance the animal is dragging us away from the pilgrim, answered Hohik. Sooner or later, however, said Captain Hohle, the thing must come to the surface. She is not a fish, you know. She is saving her breath for the sake of her speed, said one of the sailors with the grin. But grin as he might, both he and his companions began to look serious when the fourth line had to be added to the third, and more serious still when the fifth was added to the fourth. The Captain even began to mutter implications upon their factory brute that was putting their patience to a so severe attest. The last line was nearly all uncoiled, and the general consternation was growing very great, when there was a preserve to be a slight slackening in the tension. "'Think heaven,' cried the Captain. The beast has hired herself out, at last. Casting his eye towards the pilgrim, he saw at a glance that she could not be less than five miles to Leeward. It was a long distance, but when, according to his arrangement, he had hoisted the flag on the boat hook, which was what would be the signal for the ship to approach. He had the satisfaction of seeing that Dick Sands and the Negro had once began bracing the yards to get as near as possible to the wind. The breeze, however, blew only in short and steady puffs, and it was only too evident that the pilgrim would have considerable difficulty in working her way to the whale-ship, even as she succeeded at last. Meantime, just as has been expected, the whale had risen to the surface of the water. The harpoon still fixed firmly on her side. She remained motionless, apparently waiting for her craft, which she had far out-distance in her mad career. Captain Hull ordered his men to pull towards her as rampantly as they could, and on getting up close up, two of the sailors, following the captain's example, shipped their oars and took up the long lances with which the whale was now to be attacked. Hoic held himself in readiness to shear off quickly in the event of the fin-back, making a turn towards the boat. Now, my lads, shouted the captain, Look out! Take a good aim! No false shots! Are you ready, Hoic? Quite ready, Captain, I answered the boat swaying, adding, But it perplexes me altogether to see the brutes so quiet all of a sudden. It looked suspicious, said the captain. But never mind. Go on. Straight ahead! Captain Hull was becoming more excited every moment. During the time the boat was approaching, the whale had only turned round a little in the water, without changing its position. It was evidently still looking for its calf, which was not to be seen by its side. All of a sudden it gave a jerk with its tail, which it carried some few yards away. The men were all excited. Was the beast going to escape again? Was the fatiguing pursuit all to come over a second time? Must not the chase be abandoned? Would not the prize have to be given up? But no, the whale was not starting on another fight. It had merely turned so as to face the boat, and now rapidly beating the water with its enormous fins it commenced a frantic dash forwards. Look out, Hoic! She's coming! shouted Captain Hull. The skillful boat swaying was all on the alert. The boat swerved, as is by instinct, so as to avoid the blow, and as the whale passed furiously by she received three tremendous thrusts from the lances of the captain and the two men, who all endeavored to strike at some vital part. There was a sudden pause. The whale sprouted up two gigantic gigantic columns of blood and water, lashed its tail, and with bounds and plunges, they were terrible to behold, renewed its anger attack upon the boat. None but the most determined of whalemen could fail to lose their head under such an assault. One collected, however, the crew remained. Once again did Hoic adroitly shear aside, and once again did the three lances do their deadly work upon the huge carcass as it rolled impetrously past. But this time so great was the wave that was caused by the infuriated animal that the boat was well-knife full of water and an imminent danger of being capsized. Bail away, men, cried the captain. Putting down their oars, the other sailor set to work, bailing with all their might. Captain Hull cut the harpoon line, now no longer required, as the whale, medded with pain and grief for the loss of its offspring, would certainly make no further attempt to escape, but to fight desperately to the very end. The fin-back was obviously bent on a third onslaught upon the boat, which, being in spite of all the men's exertions still more than a half full of water, no longer answered riddly to the rudder oar. No one thought of flight. The swiftest boat could be overtaken in a very few bounds. There was no alternative but to face the encounter. It was not long and coming. Their previous good fortune failed them. The whale in passing caught the boat with such a violent blow from its dorsal fin that the men lost their footing and the lances missed their mark. Where is Hoek screened the captain in alarm? Here I am, captain. All right! replied the boatswain, who had scrambled to his feet, only to find that the oar with which he had been steering was snapped in half. The rudder smashed, he said. Take another. Hoek, quick! cried the captain. But scarcely had he timed to replace the broken oar when a bubbling was heard a few yards away from the boat, and the young whale met its appearance on the surface of the sea. Catching sight of it instantly, the mother made a fresh dash in his direction. The maternal intakes were aroused, and the contest must become more deadly than ever. Captain Hoek looked towards the pilgrim and waved his signal frantically above his head. It was, however, with no hope of succor. He was only too well aware that no human effort could effectually hasten the arrival of the ship. Dick Sands indeed had at once obeyed the first summons. Already the wind was filling the sails, but in default of steam-power her progress at best could not be otherwise than slow. Not only did Dick feel convinced that it would be a useless waste of time to lower a boat and come off with the negroes to the rescue, but he remembered the strict orders he had received on no account to quit the ship. Captain Hoek, however, could perceive that the apprentice had the laughed boat lowered, and was towing it along so that it should be in readiness for a refuge as soon as they should get within reach. But the whale closed it hand, demanded attention that could ill be spared for the yet distant ship, covering her young one with her body, she was manifestly designing another charge full upon the boat. On your guard, Hoek, share off, bellowed the captain. But the order was useless. The fresh order the boat's way had taken to replace the broken one was considerably shorter, and consequently it failed in lever-power. There was, in fact, no helm for the boat to answer. The sailors saw the failure, and convinced that all was lost at one long, despairing quarry that might have been heard on board the pilgrim. Another moment, and from beneath there came a tremendous blow from the monster's tail that sent the boat flying in the air. In fragments it fell, back again, into a sea that was lashed into fury by the angry flapping of the fin-back's fins. Was it not possible for the unfortunate men, bleeding and wounded as they were, still to save themselves by clinging to some floating spar? Captain Hoek is indeed seen endeavouring to hoist the boat's way on to a drifting plank, but all in vain. There is no hope. The whale, writhing in the convulsions of death, returns yet once again to the attack. The waters around the struggling sailors see them foam. A brief turmoil follows as if they were the bursting of some vast waterspout. In a quarter of an hour afterwards, Dick Sands, with the negroes, reaches the scene of the catastrophe. All is still and desolate. Every living object is vanish. Nothing is visible except a few fragments of a whale-boat floating on the blood-stained water. CHAPTER IX of Dick Sands the Boy Captain. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. THE FIRST FEELING EXPERIENCED by those on board the program, after witnessing the terrible disaster, was one of grief and horror at the fearful death that had befallen the victims. Captain Hoek and his men had been swept away before their very eyes, and they had been powerless to assist. Not one was saved. The schooner had reached the spot too late to offer the least resistance to the attacks of a formidable sea monster. When Dick and the negroes returned to the ship after their hopeless search, with only the corroboration of their sad foreboding that Captain and crew had disappeared for ever, Mrs. Weldon sank upon her knees. Little Jack knelt beside her, crying bitterly, and Dick, old Nan, and all the negroes stood reverently around her, whilst with great devoutness the lady offered up the prayer of commendation for the souls of the departing. All sympathized heartily with her supplications, nor was there any diminution of their fervor when she proceeded to implore that the survivors might have strength and courage for their own hour of need. The situation was indeed very grave. Here was the pilgrim in the middle of the Pacific, hundreds of miles away from the nearest land, without captain, without crew, at the mercy of the wind and waves. It was a strange fatality that had brought the whale across their path. It was a fatality stranger still that had induced her captain, and man of no ordinary prudence, to risk even his life for the sake of making good a deficient cargo. It was an event almost unknown in the annals of whale-fishing, that not a single man in the whale-boat should escape alive. Nevertheless, it was all too true, and now, of all those left on board, Dick Sands, the apprentice boy of fifteen years of age, was a sole individual who had the slightest knowledge of the management of a ship. The Negroes, brave and willing as they were, were perfectly ignorant of Seaman's duties, and to crown all, he was a lady with her child on board, for whose safety the commander of the vessel would be held responsible. Such were the facts which presented themselves to the mind of Dick, as with folded arms he stood gazing gloomily at the spot where Captain Hall, his esteemed benefactor, had sunk to rise no more. The lad raised his eyes sadly. He scanned the horizon with the vain hope that he might perchance describe some passing vessel to which he could confide Mrs. Weldon and her son. For himself his mind was made up. He had already resolved that nothing should induce him to quit the pilgrim until he had exhausted every energy in trying to carry her into port. The ocean was all deserted. Since the disappearance of the whale nothing had broken the monotonous surface, either sea or sky. The apprentice, short as his experience was, knew enough to be aware that he was far out of the common track, alike of the merchant men or whalers. He would not buoy himself up with false expectations. He would look at situation full and fairly in the face. He would do his best, and trust hopefully in guidance from the power above. Thus absorbed in his meditations he did not observe that he was not alone. Nogoro, who had gone below immediately after the catastrophe, had again come back upon deck. What this mysterious character had felt upon witnessing the awful calamity it would be impossible to say. Similar with his eye he had keenly taken in every detail of the melancholy spectacle, every muscle of. His face had remained unmoved, not a gesture, not a word betrayed the least emotion. Even if he had heard, he had taken no part, nor vince the faintest interest in Mrs. Woden's outpouring of prayer. He had made his way to the stern, where Dick Sands was pondering over the responsibilities of his own position, and stood looking towards the apprentice without interrupting his reverie. Catching sight of him Dick roused himself in an instant and said, You want to speak to me? I may speak either to the captain or the boatswain, answered the man. Nogoro said Dick sharply, You know as well as I do that they are both drowned. Then where am I to get my orders from, asked the fellow insolently. For me, promptly rejoined the apprentice. From you? From a boy of fifteen? Yes, from me, repeated Dick, and a firm and resolute voice, looking at the man until he recoiled under his gaze. From me! Mrs. Woden had heard what passed. I wish every one on board to understand, she had opposed, that Dick Sands is captain now. Orders must be taken from him, and they must be obeyed. Nogoro frown, bit his lips, sneered, and having muttered something that was unintelligible, made his way back to his cabin. Meantime the schooner under the freshening breeze had been carried beyond the shoulder of the crustaceans. Dick cast his eye first at the sails, then along the deck, and seemed to become more and more alive to the weight of the obligation that had fallen upon him. But his heart did not fail him. He was conscious that the hopes of the passengers sent it in himself, and he was determined to let them see that he would do his best not to disappoint them. Although he was satisfied of his capability, with the help of the negroes, to manipulate the sails, he was conscious of a defect of the scientific knowledge which was requisite for properly controlling the ship's course. He felt the want of a few more years' experience. If only he had had longer practice, he would, he thought, had been as able as Captain Hull himself to use the sextant to take the altitude of the stars to read the time from his chronometer. Sun, moon, and planets should have been his guides. From the firmament, as from a dial plate, he would have gathered the teachings of his true position. But all this was beyond him as yet. His knowledge went no further than the use of the log and compass, and by these alone he must be content to make his reckonings. But he kept up his courage, and did not permit himself to, for one moment, to despair of ultimate success. Mrs. Weldon needed little penetration to recognize the thoughts which were passing in the mind of the Resolute Youth. �I see you have come to your decision, Dick,� she said. �The command of the ship is in your hands. No fear but that she will do your duty. And Tom and the rest of them, no doubt, will render you every assistance in their power. �Yes, Mrs. Weldon, rejoined Dick brightly. And before long I shall hope to make them good seamen. If only the weather lasts fair, everything will go on well enough. And if the weather turns out bad, we must not despond, but we will get safe ashore.� He paused a moment, and added reverently, �God helping us.� Mrs. Weldon proceeded to inquire whether he had any means of ascertaining the pilgrim�s present position. He replied that the ship�s chart would have once settled that. �Captain Hall will keep the reckoning accurately, right up to the preceding day.� �And what do you propose to do next?� she asked. �Of course, you understand that in our present circumstances we are not in the least bound to go to Valparaiso, if there is a nearer port which we could reach.� �Certainly not,� replied Dick. �And therefore it is my intention to sail due east, as by following that course we are sure to come upon some part of the American coast. �Do your best, Dick, to let us get ashore somewhere.� �Never fear, madam� he answered. �As we get nearer land we shall be almost sure to fall in with a cruiser which will put us into the right track. If the wind does but remain in the north west and allow us to carry plenty of sail, we shall get on famously.� He spoke with the cheery confidence of a good sailor who knows the good ship beneath his feet. He had moved off a few steps to go and take the helm, when Mrs. Walden, calling him back, reminded him that he had not yet ascertained the true position of the schooner. Dick confessed that it ought to be done at once, and going to the captain's cabin brought out the chart upon which the ill-fitted commander had marked the bearings that evening before. According to this dead reckoning they were in latitude forty-three degrees, thirty-five minutes south, and longitude one hundred and sixty-four degrees thirteen minutes west. And as the schooner had made next to no progress during the last twenty-four eventful hours the entry might fairly be accepted as the representing approximately their present position. To the lady's inexperienced eye, as she bent over the outspread chart, it seemed that the land, as represented by the brown patch which depicted the continent of South America, extended like a barrier between two oceans from Cape Horn to Columbia, was, after all, not so very far distant. The wide space of the Pacific was not so broad, but that it would be quickly traversed. Oh, we shall soon be on shore, she said. But Dick knew better. He had acquaintance enough with the scale upon which the chart was constructed to be aware that the pilgrim himself would have been a speck like a macroscopic in Fursuria, on the vast surface of that sea, and that hundreds and hundreds of weary miles separated her from the coast. No time was to be lost. Contrary winds had ceased to blow, a fresh northwesterly breeze had sprung up, and the seary, or curl-cloud, overhead indicated that for some time at least the direction of the wind would be unchanged. Dick appealed to the negroes, and tried to make them appreciate the difficulty of the task that had fallen to his lot. Tom answered, on behalf of himself and all the rest, that they were not only willing, but anxious, to do all they could to assist him, saying that if their knowledge was small, yet their arms were strong, and that they should certainly be obedient to every order he gave. My friends, said Dick, addressing them in reply, and I shall make it a point of myself, taking the helm as much as possible. But you know I must have my proper rest sometimes. No one can live without sleep. Now, Tom, I intend you to stand by me for the remainder of the day. I will try and make you understand how to steer by aid of the compass. It is not difficult. You will soon learn. I shall have to leave you when I go to my hammock for an hour or two. Is there nothing, said little Jack, that I can learn to do? Oh, yes, Jack. You shall keep the wind in order and to Dick smiling. That I will, cried the child, clapping his hands while the mother drew him to her side. And now my men, with Dick's first order to his crew, we must brace in the yards to sail fair. I will show you how. All right, Captain Sands, we are at your service, said Tom gravely. End of Part I, Chapter 9, Recording by Alexi Thelander, Davis, California, www.alexitalander.com