 CHAPTER XVII. THE TREASURE When his pipe was out, he rose and made several strides about the cookroom. Then took the lamb-thorn, and entering the cabin stood a while surveying the place. So, this would have been my coffin, but for you, Mr. Rodney, said he. I was in good company, though, pointing over his shoulder at the crucifix with his thumb. Lord how the rogues prayed and cursed in the same cabin! In fine weather, and when all was well, the sharks in our wake had more religion than they. But the instant they were in danger, down they tumbled upon their quivering knees, and if heaven was twice as big as it is, it could not have held saints enough for those barlets to petition. You were nearly all Spaniards. I, the worst class of men a ship could enter these seas with, but for our calling they are the fittest of all nations in the world, better even than the Portuguese, and with truer trade instincts than the trained mulatto. Nimbler artists in rogary than ever one of them. I despise their superstition, but they are the better pirates for it. They carry it as a man might have feather-bed, and enables them to fall soft. Do you take me? He gave one of his short loud laughs, and said, I hope this slope won't increase, the angle stiff enough as it is. It will be like living on the roof of a house. I have a mind to see how she lies. What do you say, Mr. Rodney? Shall I venture into the open? Why not, said I? You can move briskly. You have as much life as you ever had. Let's go, then, he exclaimed, and climbing the ladder, he pushed open the companion door, and stepped on to the deck. I followed with but little solicitude, as you may suppose, as to what might attend his exposure. The blast of the gale, though it was broken into downwards eddying dartings by the rocks, made him ball out with the sting of it, and for some moments he could think of nothing but the cold, stamping the deck and beating his hands. Ha! cried he, grinning to the smart of his cheeks. This is not the cook-room, eh? Great thunder! You will not have it that this ice has been drifting north. Why, man, it is ice here by twenty degrees then when we were first locked up. I hope not, said I, and I think not. Your blood doesn't course strong yet, and you are fresh from the furnace. Besides, it is blowing a bitter cold gale. Look at that sky, and listen to the thunder of the sea. The commotion was indeed terribly uproarious. The spume as before was blowing in clouds of snow over the ice, and fled in very startling flashes of whiteness under the livid drapery of the sky. The wind itself sounded like the prolonged echo of a discharge of monster-ordinance, and it screeched and whistled hideously where it struck the peaks and edges of the cliffs, and swept through the schooner's masts. The rending noises of the ice in all directions were distinct and fearful. The Frenchman looked about him with consternation, and to my surprise crossed himself. May the Blessed Virgin preserve us, he said. Do you say we have drifted north? If this is not the very heart of the South Pole, you shall persuade me we are on the equator. It cannot storm too terribly for us, as you just now said, I replied. I want this island to go to pieces. As I said this, a solid pillar of ice just beyond the brow of the hill, on the starboard side, was dislodged or blown down. It fell with a mighty crash and filled the air with crystal splinters. Tassard started back with a faint cry of «Bendue!» «Judge for yourself how the ship lies, said I. This is freezing work. He went aft and looked over the stern, then walked to the larbored rail and peered over the side. Is there ice beyond that opening? he asked, pointing over the taff rail. «No, I answered. That goes to the sea. There is a low cliff beyond. Mark that cloud of white. It is the spray hurled a thwart the mouth of this hollow. «Good!» he mumbled with his teeth chattering. «The change is marvellous. There was ice for a quarter of a mile where that slope ends. It is too cold to converse here. «There are your companions, said I. Pointing to the two bodies lying a little distance before the main mast?» He marched up to them and exclaimed, «Yes, this is Trenthenov and that is Baros. Both were blind, but they are blinder now. Would they thank you to arouse them out of their comfortable sleep and force them to feel as I do? This cold to which they are now is insensible as I was. By heaven for my part I can stand it no longer! And with that he ran briskly to the hatch. I followed him to the cook-room, and he crept so close to the furnace that I thought he had a mind to roast himself. No doubt, newly come to life as he was, the cold heard him more than me, and maybe the tide of those animal spirits which had in his former existence furnished him with a brute courage had not yet flowed full to his mind. Still, I questioned even in his heyday if there had ever been much more than the swashbuckler in him, which opinion, however, could only increase the anxiety his companionship was like to cause me, by obliging me to understand that I must prepare myself for treachery, and on no account whatever to suppose that for a moment that he was capable of the least degree of gratitude or was to be swerved from any design he might form by considerations of my claim upon him as his preserver. It is among the wonders of human nature that antagonisms should be found to flourish under such conditions of hopelessness, misery, and anguish as make those who languish under them the most pitiful wretches under God's eye. But so it has been, so it is, so it will ever be. Two men in an open boat at sea, their lips frothing with thirst, their eyes burning with famine, shall fall upon each other and fight to the death. Two men on an island, two miserable castaways whose dismal end can only be a matter of a week or two. I, each other morosely, give each other injurious words, break away and sullenly live each man by himself on opposite sides of their desert prison. Beasts do not act, thus, nor birds nor reptiles, only man. What was in the Frenchman Tassard's mind, I do not know. In mine was fear, dislike, profound distrust, a great uneasiness, albeit we were alone. We were brothers in affliction and distress, as completely sundered from the world to which we belonged as if we lay stranded in the icy moon, speaking in the same tongue and believing in the same God. I can converse now, said he. Perhaps after all the danger lies more in the imagination than in the fact. But it is a hideous naked scene, and needs no such colouring as the roaring of the wind, the rushing of the seas, and crashing falls of masses of ice to render it frightful. You tell me, said I, that when you fell asleep, I would sometimes express his frozen state thus, there was a quarter of a mile of ice beyond the schooner's stern. At least a quarter of a mile, he answered, day after day it would be built up till it came to a face of that extent. I thought to myself, if it is taken forty eight years of wear and tear of storm and surge to extinguish a quarter of a mile, how long a time must elapse before the island splits up. But then I reflected that during the greater part of those years, this sea-device had been stuck very low south, where the cold was so extreme as to make it defy dissolution. That since then, it was come away from the main and stealing north, so that what might have taken thirty years to accomplish in seventy degrees of south latitude might be performed in a day on the parallel of sixty degrees in the summer season in those seas. Sard continued speaking with the panic in his hand, and his eyes shut as if to get the picture of the schooner's position fair before his mind's vision. There was a quarter of a mile of ice beyond the ship. I have it very plain in my sight. It was a great muddle of hillocks, for the ice pressed thick and hard and raised us and vomited up peaks and rocks to the squeeze. Suppose I have been asleep a week? Here he opened his eyes and gazed at me. Well, said I. I say, he continued in a tone of one easily excited into passion, a week. It will not have been more. It is impossible. Never mind about your eighteen hundred and one. Showing his fangs in a sarcastic grim, a week is long enough, friend. Then this is what I mean to say, that the breaking away of a quarter of a mile of ice in a week is fine work, full of grand promise. The next wrench, which might come now as I speak, or tomorrow or in a week, the next wrench may bring away the rock on which we are lodged. And the rest is a matter of patience, which we can afford, hey? For we are but two. There is plenty of meat and liquor, and the reward afterwards is a princely independence, Mr. Paul Rodney. I was struck with the notion of the bed of ice on which the schooner lay going afloat, and said, Are sea and wind to be helped, think you? If the block on which we lie could be detached, it might beat a bit against its parent's stock, but would not unite again. The schooner's canvas might be made to help it along, though suppose it capsized. We must consider, said he, there is no need to hurry. When the wind falls, we will survey the ice. He warmed himself afresh, and after remaining silent with the air of one turning many thoughts over in his mind, he suddenly cried, Dear Lord, I have a mind to view the plate and money below. What say you? His little eyes seemed to sparkle with suspicion as he directed them at me. I was confident he suspected I had lied in saying that I knew nothing of this treasure and he wanted to see if I had meddled with those chests. One of the penalties, attached to a man being forced to keep the company of liars, is he himself is never believed by them. I answered instantly, Certainly, I should like to see this wonderful booty. It is right that we should find out at once if it is there. For supposing it vanished, we should be no better than madmen to sit here talking of the fine lives we shall live if we ever get home. He picked up the lantern and said, I must go to your cabin. It was the captain's. The keys of the chest should be in one of his boxes. He marched off and was so long gone that I was almost of belief he had tumbled down in a fit. However, I'd made up my mind to act a very wary part, and particularly never to let him think I distrusted him, and so I would not go to see what he was about. But what I did was this. The arms room was next door. I lighted a candle, entered it, and swiftly armed myself with a sort of dagger, a kind of boarding knife, a very murderous little two edged sword, the blade about seven inches long and the half of brass. There were some fifty of these weapons, and I took the first that came to my hand and dropped it into the deep side pocket of my coat and returned to the cook room. It was not that I was afraid of going unarmed with this man into the hold. There was no more danger to me there than here. Should he ever design to dispatch me, one place was the same as another, for the dead above could not testify. There were no witnesses in this white and desolate kingdom. What resolved me to go armed was the fear that, should the treasure be missing, and who was to swear that the schooner had never been visited once in eight and forty years, the Frenchman, who was persuaded his stupor had not lasted above a week, and who was doubtless satisfied the chests were in the hold, down to the period when he lost recollection, would suspect me of foul play, and in the barbarous rage of a pirate fall upon an endeavour to kill me. Thus you will see that I had no very high opinion of the morals and character of the man I had given life to, and indeed, after I had armed myself and was seated again before the furnace, I felt extremely melancholy, and underwent the severest dejection of spirits that had yet visited me, fearing that my humanity had achieved nothing more than to bring me into the society of a devil, who would prove a fixed source of anxiety and mystery to me. Was it conceivable that the others should be worse than, or even as bad as this creature? His hair showed him hoary in vice. The Italian was a handsome man, and let him have been as profligate as he would, as cruel and fierce a pirate as Tassard had painted him. He would at all events have proved a sightly companion, and harmless as being blind, though to be sure for that reason of no use to me. Yet though his blindness would have made him a burden, I had rather have thawed him into life than the Frenchman. The mere thought of feeling under an obligation to arm myself filled me with such vindictive passions that I protest as I sat alone waiting for him. I felt as if it were a duty I owed myself to return him to the condition in which I found him, which was to be easily contrived by my binding him in his sleep and dragging him to the deck and leaving him to stupify alongside the body of the giant Joe Ambaros. Peace cried I to myself with a shiver, villain that thou art to harbour such thoughts. Thou art a hundredfold worse than the wretch against whom Satan is setting the plotting to think thus vilely. I gulped down this bolus of conscience with the help of a draft of wine, and it did me good. Lord, how dangerous is loneliness to a man. Depend upon it, your seeker after solitude is only hunting for the road that leads to Bedlam. It might be that he was long because of having to seek for the keys, but my own conviction was that he found the keys easily and stayed to rummage the boxes, for such jewels and articles of value as he might there find. I think he was gone near half an hour. He then returned to the cook-house, saying briefly, I have the keys, and jingling them, and after warming himself, said, Let us go. I was moving towards the forecastle. Not that way for the run, cried he. Is there a hatch-aft, I asked? Certainly, in the lazarette. I wish I had known that, said I. I should have been spared a stifling scramble over the casks and raffle forwards. He led the way, and coming to the trap-hatch that conducted to the lazarette, he pulled it open, and we descended. He held the lamp-thorn, and threw the light about him, and said, Aye, there are plenty of stores here. We reckoned upon provisions for twelve months, and we were seventy of a crew. A strange figure he looked, just touched by the yellow candle-light, and standing out upon the blackness like some vision of a distempered fancy, in his hair-cap and flaps, and with his long nose and beard and little eyes shining as he rolled them here and there. We made our way over to the casks, bales, and the like, till we were right aft, and here there was a small clear space of deck in which lay a hatch. This he lifted by its ring, and down through the aperture did he drop, I following. The lazarette deck came so low, that we had to squat when still, or move upon our knees, at the foremost end of this division of the ship. So far as it was possible for my eyes to pierce the darkness, for it seems that this run went clear to the four-hold bulkhead, that is to say, under the powder-room, to where the four-hold began, were stowed the spare sails, ropes for gear, and a great variety of furniture, for the equipment of a ship's yards and masts. But immediately under the hatch stood several small chests and cases, painted black, stowed side by side, so that they could not shift. Tassard ran his eye over them, counting, Right, cried he, hold the lantern, Mr. Rodney. I took the light from him, and pulling the keys from his pocket, he fell to trying them at the lock of the first chest. One fitted. The bolt shot with a hard click, like cocking a trigger, and he raised the lid. The chest was full of silver money. I picked up a couple of the coins, and bringing them to the candle, perceived them to be Spanish pieces of eight. The money was tarnished, yet it reflected a sort of dull metallic light. The Frenchman grasped a handful and dropped them, as though like a child, he loved to hear the chink, the pieces made as they fell. There's a brave pocketful there, said I. Tut! cried he, scornfully. It is a mere show of money. Resolve it into gold, and it becomes a lean bit of blunder. This we got from the conquistador. It was all she had in this way. Destined for some monastery, I recollect. But disappointment is good for holy fathers. It makes them more earnest in their devotions, and keeps their punches from swelling. He let fall the lid of the chest, which locked itself. And then, after a short trial of the keys, opened the one beside it. This was stored to the top with what I took to be pigs of lead. And when he pulled out one and bade me feel the weight of it, I still thought it was lead. Until he told me it was virgin silver. This was good booty, cried he, taking the lamthorn and swinging it over the blocks of metal. It would have been mist but for me. Our men had found it in a hole of the buccaneer in a chest half as deep again as this, and thought it to be a case of marmalade. For there were two layers of boxes of marmalade stored on top. I routed them out and found these pretty bricks of ore snug beneath. I believe Mendoza made the value of the two chests, silver though it be, to be equal to six thousand pounds of your money. The next chest he opened was filled with jewelry of various kinds, the fruits I daresay of a dozen pillages, for not only had this pirate robbed honest traders, but a picaroon as well, that had also plundered in her turn another of her own kidney. So that, as I say, this chest of jewelry might represent the property of the passengers of as many as a dozen vessels. It was as if the contents of the shop of a jeweler, who as at once a goldsmith and a silversmith had been emptied into this chest you could scarce name an ornament that was not here. Watches, snuffbox, buckles, bracelets, pounce boxes, vinaigrettes, earrings, crucifixes, stars for the hair, necklaces, but the list grows tiresome. In silver and gold, but chiefly in gold, all shot together and lying scramble fashion as if they had been potatoes. These is a fine sight, said Tessard, pouring upon the sparkling mass with falcon nose and bravenous eyes. Here is a dainty little watch. Fifty guineas would not purchase it in London or Paris. Where is the white breast upon which that cross there once glittered? Ha! The perfume has faded, bringing a vinaigrette to his hawkspill. The soul is gone. The body is the immortal part in this case. Now, my friend, talk to me of the patient drudgery of honorable life after this. Collecting the chests, so to say, to my view with a sweep of the hand, men will break their hearts for a hundred leavers ashore and be hanged for the price of a pinch-beck dial. When I was in London, I saw five men carted to the gallows. One had forged, one was a highwayman. I forget the other's besnesses. But I recollect on inquiring the value of their baggings, that for which they were hanged, it did not amount to four guineas a man. Look at this! He swept his great hand over the chests. He's not here, something worth going to the scaffold for. His bosom swelled, his eyes sparkled, and he made as if to strike a heroic posture. But this he could not contrive on his hams. I was thunderstruck, as you will suppose, by the sight of all this treasure, and looked and stared like a fool, as if I was in a dream. I had never seen so many fine things before, and indulged in the most extravagant fancies of their worth. Here and there in the glittering huddle, my eye lighted on an object that was a hundred, perhaps two hundred years old, a cup very choicelessly wrought, that may have been in a family for several generations. A watch of a curious figure and the like. There might have been the pickings of the cabins, trunks, and portmanteau of a hundred opulent men and women in this chest. And so far as I could judge from what lay atop, the people plundered represented several nationalities. But there were other chests and cases to explore. Ten in all. Two of these were filled with silver money, a third with plate, a fourth with English, French, Spanish, and Portugal coins in gold. But the one over which Tassard hung longest in a transport that held him dumb was the smallest of all, and this was packed with gold in bars. The stuff had the appearance of moldy yellow soap, and having no sparkle nor variety did it affect me as the jewelry had. Though in value this chest came near to being worth as much as all the others put together. The fixed, transported posture of the pirate, his little shining eyes intent upon the bars, his form in the candlelight looking like a sketch of a strange, wildly apparel'd man done in phosphorus, coupled with the loom of the black chests, the sense of our desolation, the folly of our enjoyment at the sight of the treasure, in the face of our pitiable and dismal plight, the melancholy storming of the wind moaning like the rumble of thunder heard in a vault, and above all the feeling of unreality inspired by the thought of my companion, having lain for eight and forty years as good as dead, combined to render the scene so startlingly impressive that it remains at this hour painted as vividly upon the eye of memory as if I had come from it five minutes ago. So cried the Frenchman suddenly, slamming the lid of the chest, these all here, now then to the beas'ness of considering how to come off with it. He thrust the key in his pocket, and we returned to the cookroom. End of Chapter 17, Recording by Barbara Dirksen Chapter 18 of the Frozen Pirate 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 Barbara Dirksen The Frozen Pirate by W. Clark Russell Chapter 18 We Talk Over Our Situation That night, as afterwards, Tassard occupied the birth that he was used to sleep in before he was frozen. Although I had not then the least fear that he would attempt any malignant tricks with me whilst we remained in this posture, the feeling that he lay in the birth, next but one to mine, made me uneasy in spite of my reasoning, and I was so nervous as to silently shoot a great iron bolt so that it would have been impossible to enter without beating the door in. In sober truth, the sight of the treasure had put a sort of fever into my imagination, of the heat and effects of which I was not completely sensible until I was alone in my cabin and swinging in the darkness, that the value of what I had seen came to ninety or a hundred thousand pounds of our money I could not doubt, and I will not deny that my fancy was greatly excited by thinking of it. But there was something else. Suppose we should have the happiness to escape with this treasure, then I was perfectly certain the Frenchman would come between me and my share of it. This apprehension, threading my heated thoughts of the gold and silver, kept me restless during the greater part of the night, and I also held my brains on the stretch with devices for saving ourselves and the treasure. Yet I could not satisfy my mind that anything was to be done unless nature herself assisted us in freeing the schooner. However, as it happened, the gale roared for a whole week, and the cold was so frightful, and the air so charged with spray and hail, that we were forced to lie close below with the hatches on for our lives. It was true caporn weather, with seas as high as cliffs, and a westering tendency in the wind that flung sheets of water through the ravine, which must have quickly filled the hollow, and built us up in ice to the height of the rails, but for the strong slope down which the water rushed as fast as it was hurled. I never needed to peep an inch beyond the companion way to view the sky, nor, for the matter of that, was there ever any occasion to leave the cabin to guess at the weather, for the perpetual thunder of it echoed strong in every part of the vessel below, and the whole fabric was constantly shivering to the blows of the falls of water on our decks. At first, the Frenchmen and I would sit in the greatest fear imaginable, constantly expecting some mighty disaster, such as the rending of the ice under our keel, and our being swallowed up, or the coming together of the slopes in such a manner as to crush the ship, or the fall upon her of ice weighty enough to beat her flat, though perhaps this was the least feared, for unless the storm changed the whole face of the cliffs, there was no ice in our neighborhood to serve us in that way. But as the time slipped by, and nothing worse happened than one sharp movement only in the vessel, following the heels of a great noise like a cannon discharged just outside, though this movement scared us nearly out of our senses and held us in a manner dumbfounded for the rest of the day, I say, the time passing and nothing more terrifying than what I have related happening, we took heart and waited with some courage and patience for the gale to break, never doubting that we should find a wonderful change when we surveyed the scene from the heights. We lived well, sparing ourselves in nothing that the vessel contained, the abundance rendering stint idle, the Frenchman cooked, for he was a better hand than I at that work, and provided several relishable sea pies, cakes, and broths. As for liquor, there was enough on board to drown the pair of us 20 times over. Wines of France, Spain, Portugal, very choice fine brandy, rum in plenty, and variety indeed has enabled us to brew a different kind of punch every day in the seven. But we were much more careful with the coal and spared it to the utmost by burning the hammocks, bedding, and chest that lay in the forecastle. That is to say, we burnt these things by degrees, the stock being excessive, and by judiciously mixing them with coal and wood they made good warming fires, and as tinder lasted long too. We occupied one morning and thoroughly overhauling the forecastle for such articles of value as the sailors had dropped or forgotten in their flight, but found much less than I expected from the sight of the money and other things on the deck. There was little in this way to be found in the cabins. I mean in the captain's cabin which I used, and the one next it that had been the mates, for of course I did not search Mr. Tassard's birth. But though it was quite likely that the seamen had plundered these cabins before they left the ship, I was also sure that the Frenchman had made a clean sweep of what they had overlooked when he pretended to search for the keys of the treasure chests, and this suspicion I seemed to find confirmed by the appearance of the captain's boxes. One of these boxes contained books, papers, a telescope, some nautical instruments, and the like. I looked at the books and the papers in the hope of finding something to read, but they were written and printed in the Spanish tongue, and might have been Hebrew for all the good they were to me. Our life was extraordinarily dismal and melancholy, how much so I am unable to express. It was just the same as living in a dungeon. There was no crevice for the daylight to shine through, and had there been we must have closed it to keep the cold out. Nothing could be imagined more gloomy to the spirits than the perpetual night of the schooner's interior. The furnace, it is true, would, when it flamed heartily, throw a brightness about it, but often it sank into redness that did not but impurple the gloom. We burned but one candle at a time, and its light was very small, so that our time was spent chiefly in a sullen twilight. Added to all this was my dislike of my companion. He would half-fuddle himself with liquor, and in that condition hiccup out twenty kinds of villainous yarns of piracy, murder, and bloodshed, boasting of the number of persons he had dispatched, of his system of torturing prisoners to make them confess what they had concealed and where. He would drivel about his amours, of the style in which he lived when ashore, and the like. But whether reticence had grown into a habit too strong even for drink to break down, he never once gave me so much as a hint touching his youth and early life. He was completely a Frenchman in his vanity, and you would have thought him entirely odious and detestable for his excessive quality in him alone. Me thinks I see him now, sitting before me, with one half of him reflecting the light of the furnace, his little eyes twinkling with a cruel merriment of wine, telling me a lying story of the adoration of a noble, queenly-looking captive for his person, some lovely Spanish courtlady whom, with others, they had taken out of a small frigate bound to Old Spain. To test her sincerity, he offered to procure her liberty at the first opportunity that offered. But she wept, raved, tore her hair. No, without her, Jewel's life would be unendurable. Her husband, her country, her king, nay even the allurements and sparkle of the court had grown disgusting, and so on, and so on. And I think a monkey would have burst into laughter to see the bald-headed old satter beating his bosom, flourish his arms, ogle, languish and simper, all with the cutthroat expression too, soften his voice and act in short as if he was not telling me as big a lie as was ever related on shipboard. It naturally rendered me very melancholy to reflect that I had restored this old villain to life, and I protest it was a continuous shock to such religious feelings as I had managed to preserve, to reflect that what had been as good as nearly a half a century of death had done nothing for this elderly rogue's morals. It entered my head once to believe that if I could succeed in getting him to believe he had lain frozen for eight and forty years, he might be seized with a fright, for he was a white-livered creature, and in some directions manned, and so to come to a sense of the service I had done him, of which he appeared wholly insensible, and qualify me to rid my mind of the fears which I entertained concerning our association, should we manage to escape with the treasure, I said to him bluntly, not apropos, to use his own lingo, of anything we were talking about. Tis odd, Mr. Tisard, that you should doubt my assurance that this is the year eighteen hundred and one. He stared, grinned, and said, Do you think so? Well, said I, perhaps it is not so odd, after all, but you should suffer me to have as good an idea of the passage of time as yourself. You cannot tell me how long your stupor lasted. Two days, if you like, he interrupted vehemently, Why more? Why longer than a day? How do you know that I had sunk into the condition in which you found me longer than hour or two when you landed? How do you know, hey? How do you know, and he snapped his fingers? I know by the date you name, and by the year that it is, said I, defiantly. He uttered a coarse French expression and added, You want to prove that I have been insensible for forty-eight years. It is a fact, said I. He looked so wild and fierce that I drew myself erect, ready for him, if he should fall upon me. Then, slowly wagging his head, whilst the anger in his face softened out, he said, Who reigns in France now? I said. There is no king. He was beheaded. What was his name? said he. Louis XVI, I answered. Ha! cried he with an arch-snare. Louis XVI, hey! Are you sure it wasn't Louis XVII? He is dead, too. This is news, Mr. Rodney, he said scornfully. Will stew have been here, said I. Many mighty changes have happened. France has produced as great a general and as dangerous a villain as the world ever beheld. His name is Bonaparte. He shrugged his shoulders with an air of mocking pity. Who is your king? he asked. George III, said I. God bless him. So, George and Louis, Louis and George, I see how it is. Stick to your dates, sir, but my friend never set up as a school master. This sally seemed to delight him, and he burst into a loud laugh. 1801, he cried. A man I knew once lost 10,000 levers at a coup. What do you think happened? They settled him in the ear, he padded his belly. He went about bragging to everybody that he was made of money, and was nicknamed the walking boarse. One day he asked the friend to dine with him. When the bill was presented, he felt in his pockets and exclaimed, I left my purse at home. No matter, there is plenty here. With which he seized a table knife and ripped himself open. 1801, do you call it? Sue it. But let it be your secret, my friend. The world will not love you for making it 50 years older than it is. It was ridiculous to attempt to combat such obstinacy as this. And as the subject produced nothing but excitement and irritation, I dropped it and meddled with it no more, leaving him to his conviction that I was cracked in this one particular. In fact, it was a matter of no consequence at all. What came very much closer home was the business of our deliverance, and over this we talked long and very earnestly, for he forgot to be mean and fierce and boastful, and I to dislike and fear him when we spoke of getting away with our treasure and returning to our native home. For hour after hour would we go on plotting and planning and scheming, stepping about the cookhouse in our earnestness, and entirely engrossed with the topic. His contention was that if we were to save the money and plate, we must save the schooner. Unless we build a vessel, said I. Out of what? Out of the schooner. Are you a carpenter, said he? No, I replied. Neither am I, said he. It's possible we might contrive such a structure as would enable us to save our lives. But we have not the skill to produce a vessel big enough to contain these chests as well as ourselves, and the stores we should require to take. Besides, do you know there is no labor more fatiguing than knocking such a craft as this to pieces? This I very well believed, and it was truer of such a vessel as the Bacchadel Dragon. There was a perfect bed of timber, and, like the laughing Mary, built as if she was to keep the seas for 300 years. And supposing, said he, after infinite toil, we succeeded in breaking up as much of her as we wanted. What appliances have we for reshaping the care of timbers? And where are we to lay the keel? Labor as we might. The cold would prove too much for us. No, Mr Rodney, to save the treasure, I, and to save ourselves, we must save the sheep. Let us put our minds to that. In this way we would reason, and I confess he talked very sensibly, taking very practical views and indicating difficulties, which my more ardent and imaginative nature might have been blind to till they immovably confronted me, and rendered days of labor useless. But how was the ship to be saved? Was it possible to force nature's hand, in other words, to anticipate our release by the dissolution of the ice? We were both agreed that this was the winter season in these seas, though he instantly grew sulky if I mentioned the month, for he was as certain I was as mad in this as in the year, and he would eye me very malignantly if I persisted in calling it July. But as I have said, we were both agreed that the summer was to come. And though we could not swear that the ice was floating northwards, we had a right to believe so, in spite of the fierceness of the cold, this being the trick of all these frozen estates when they fetched to the heights under which we lay. And we would ask each other whether we should let our hands and minds rest idle, and wait to see what the summer would do for us, or essay to launch the schooner. Eve said he, we wait for the ice to break up, it may break us up too. Yes, said I. But how are we to cut the vessel out of this ice in which she is seated above the garboard streak? Waiting is odious and intolerable work. But my own conviction is, nothing is to be done till the sun comes this way, and the ice crumbles into bergs. The island is leagues long and vanishes in the south, but it is wasting fast in the north, and when this gale is done, I shall expect to see twenty bergs where it was before all compact. As you may guess, our long conversations left us without plans, bitter as was our need, and vigorous as were our efforts to strike upon some likely scheme. However, if they achieved no more, they served to beguile the time, and what was better yet, they took my companion's mind off his nauseous and revolting recollections, so that it was only now and again when he had drained a full bowl, and his little eyes danced in their thick shagged caves, that he regaled me with his memories of murder, repine, plank walking, hanging, treacheries of all kinds, and cruelties to barbarous for belief. End of Chapter 18, Recording by Barbara Dirksen Chapter 19 of The Frozen Pirate 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 Barbara Dirksen The Frozen Pirate by W. Clark Russell Chapter 19 We Take a View of the Ice For seven days the gale raged with uncommon violence. It then broke, and this brought us into the first week of August. The wind fell in the night, and I was awakened by the silence, which you will not think strange if you consider how used were my ears to the fierce seething and strong bellowing of the blast. I lay listening, believing that it had only veered, and that it would come on again in gusts and guns. But the stillness continued, and there was no sound whatever, saving the noises of the ice which broke upon the air like slow answers from batteries near and distant, half whose cannons have been silenced. I slept again, and when I awoke it was half past nine o'clock in the morning, the Frenchman was snoring lustily. I went on deck before entering the cookhouse, and had liked to have been blinded by the astonishing brilliance of the sunshine upon the ice and snow. All the wind was gone. The air was exquisitely frosty and sharp, but there was a heavy sound coming from the sea which gave me to expect the sight of a strong swell. The sky was a clear blue, and there was no cloud on as much of its face as showed betwixt the brows of the slopes. The schooner was a most wonderful picture of drooping icicles, a more beautiful and radiant sight you could not figure. From every rope, from the yards forward, from the rails to whatever water could run in a stream hung glorious ice pendants of prismatic splendor. No snow had fallen to frost the surfaces, and every pendant was as pure and polished as cut glass, and reflected a hundred brilliant colors. The water hurled over and on the schooner had frozen upon the masts, rigging and decks, and as this ice, like the pendants, was very sparklingly bright, it gave back all the hues of the sunbeam, so that stepping from the darkness of the cabin into this effulgent scene, you might easily have persuaded yourself that before you stood the fabric of a ship fashioned out of a rainbow. My attention, however, was quickly withdrawn from this shining spectacle, by the appearance of the starboard cliff over against our quarter. The whole shoulder of it had broken away, and I could just catch a view of the horizon of the sea from the deck by stretching my figure. The sight of the ocean showed me that the breakage had been prodigious, for to have come to that prospect before I should have had to climb to the height of the lower mast head. No other marked or noteworthy change did I detect from the deck, but on stepping to the larbored side to peer over, I spied a split in the ice that reached from the very margin of the ravine, I mean to that end of it where it terminated in a cliff, to pass the boughs of the schooner by at least four times her own length. I returned to the cookroom and went about the old business of lighting the fire and preparing the breakfast, this job by an understanding between the Frenchman and me, falling to him who was first out of bed, and in about twenty minutes, Tassard arrived. The Windi's gone, said he. Yes, I replied, it is bright still morning, I've been on deck, there has been a great fall of ice close too. Does it block us? No, on the contrary, it clears the way to the sea, the ocean is now visible from the deck. Not that it mends our case, I added, but there is a great rent in the ice that puts a fancy into my head. I'll speak of it later after a closer look. The breakfast was ready and we fell too in a hurry, the Frenchman gobbling like a hog in his eagerness to make an end. When we were finished he wrapped himself up in three or four coats and cloaks, warming the under-ones before folding them about him, and completing his preparations for the excursion by swallowing half a pint of raw brandy. I bade him arm himself with a short-headed spear to save his neck, and thus he quipped we went on deck. He stood stock still, with his eyes shut on emerging through the hatch, crying out with a number of French oaths that he had been struck blind. This I did not believe, though I readily supposed that the glare made his eyeball smart so as to cause him a good deal of agony. Indeed, all along I had been surprised that he should have found his sight so easily after having sat in blindness for forty-eight years. And it was not wonderful that the amazing brilliance on deck smiting his sight on a sudden should have caused him to cry out as if he had lost the use of his eyes for ever. I waited patiently, and in about ten minutes he was able to look about him, and then it was not long before he could see without pain. He stood for a minute gazing at the glories upon the rigging, and in that piercing light I noticed the unwholesome colour of his face. His cap hid the scar, and nothing of his countenance was to be seen, but the cheeks, eyes, and nose. He was much more wrinkled than I had supposed, and me thought the spirit of cruelty lay visible in every line. I had never seen eyes so full of cunning and treachery, so expressive, I should say, of these qualities, yet they were no bigger than mere punctures. I was sensible of a momentary fear of the man, not let me say an emotion of cowardice, but a sort of mixture of alarm and awe, such as a ghost might inspire. This I put down to the searching light in which I watched him for a moment or two, an irradiation subtle enough to give the sharpest form to expression, to exquisitely define every meaning that was distinguishable in his graveyard physiognomy. I left him to stare and judge for himself of the posture in which the long hard gale had put the schooner and stepped over to the two bodies. They were shrouded in ice from head to foot, as though they had each man being packed in a glass case cunningly wrought to their shapes. Their faces were hid by the crystal masks. Tassard joined me. Small chance for your friends now, said I, even if you were agreeable to my proposal to attempt to revive them. So cried he, touching the body of the mate with his foot, and this is the end of the irresistible Trentonove. For what conquests has death robed him so bravely? See the colors shining him like fifty different kinds of ribbons! Poor fellow! He could not curl his mustachios now, though the loveliest eyes in Europe were fixed in passionate admiration on him. He'll never slit another throat, nor heak up petrarch, over a goblet, nor remonstrate weak beyond my humanity. Shall we toss the bodies over the side? They are your friends, said I. Do as you please. But we must empty their pockets first, business before sentiment, Mr. Rodney. He stirred the figure again with his foot. Well presently, said he, these armor will want the hatchet. Now, my friend, to view the work of the gale. The increased heel of the ship brought the larbored four-channel low, and we stepped without difficulty from it onto the ice. The rent, or fissure, that I have before spoken of, went very deep. It was nearly two feet wide in places, but though the light poured brilliantly upon it, I could see no bottom. If only such another split as these would happen to other side, said the Frenchman, I believe this block would go at the rift. Well, said I, after musing a little whilst I ran my eye over the hollows. I'll tell you what was in my mind just now. There is a great quantity of gunpowder in the hold, ten or a dozen barrels. By dropping large parcels of it into the crevices on the right there, and firing it with slow matches, he interrupted me with a cry. Bye, Saint Paul, you have eaten. What crevices have you? We walked briskly round the vessel, and all about her beam, and starboard quarter, I found, in addition to the seams I had before noticed, many great cracks and fissures, no doubt caused by the fall of the shoulder of the slope. I pushed on further yet, going down the ravine, as I have called it, until I came to the edge, and here I looked down from a height of some twelve or fourteen feet. So greatly had the ice sunk, or been changed by the weather upon the ocean. I called to Tissard. He approached warily. I believe he feared I might be tempted to give him a friendly shove over the edge. Observe this hollow, said I. The split there goes down to the water, and you may take it that the block is wholly disconnected on that side. Now look at the face of the ice, said I, pointing to the starboard or right-hand side. That crack goes as far as the vessel's quarter, and the weakness is carried on to pass the boughs by the other rents. Mr. Tissard, if we could burst this body of ice by an explosion from its moorings, ahead of the bow-sprit, where it is all too compact, this cradle with the schooner in it will go free of the parent body. He answered promptly, Yes, it is one and only plan. That crack to the starboard is likely telling us what to do. It is well you came here. We should not have seen it from the top. The valley runs steep. You must expect no more than the surface to be liberated, for the foot of the cliff will go deep. I desire no more. Really, ship stands at a launch supposing we brinead about, said he. I responded with one of his own shrugs, and said, Nothing is certain. We have one of two courses to choose, to venture this launch, or stay till the ice breaks up, and take our chance of floating or of being smashed. You are right, he exclaimed. Here is an opportunity. If we wait, Bergs may gather about this point and build us in. As to this island dissolving, we are yet to know which way it is heading. Suppose it should be travelling south, eh? He struck the ice with his spear, and we toiled up the slippery rocks with difficulty to the ship. We walked past the boughs to the distance of the vessel's length. Here were many deep holes and cracks, and as if we were to be taught how these came about, even whilst we were viewing them, an ear-splitting crash of noise happened within twenty fathoms of us. A rock, many tens in weight, rolled over and left a black gulf behind it. The Frenchman started, muttered, and crossed himself. "'Oly Virgin!' he cried, rolling his eyes. "'Let us return to the schooner. We shall be swallowed up here.' I own I was not a little terrified myself by the sudden loud blast and the thunder of the uprooted rock, and the sight of the huge black rent. But I meant to view the scene from the top, and to consider how best to dispose of the powder in the cracks, and said, "'There's nothing to be done on board. Skulking below will not deliver us or preserve the treasure. Here are several fissures big enough to receive barrels of gunpowder. See, Mr. Tassard, as they stand they cover the whole width of the hollow. And I proceeded to give him my ideas as to lowering, fixing the barrels and the like. He nodded his head and said, "'Yes, very good. Yes, eat well do,' and so on. But he was too scared in his heart, I believe, to see my full meaning. He was perpetually moving, as if he feared the ice would split under his feet, and his eyes traveled over the face of the rocks, with every manifestation of alarm in their expression. I wondered how so poor a creature should ever have had stomach enough to serve as a pirate. No doubt his spirit had been enfeebled by his long sleep. But then it is also true that the greatest bullies and most bloodthirsty rogues proved themselves despicable curs under conditions which make no demand upon their temper or their lust for plunder. He would have returned to the ship had I encouraged him. But on seeing me start to climb to the brow, he followed. The prospect disappointed me. I had expected to witness a variety of surprising changes. But southward the scene was scarce altered. It was a wonderfully fair morning, the sky clear from sea-line to sea-line, and of a very soft blue the ocean of a lake hue, with a high swell running that was a majestic undulation even from the height at which I surveyed it. The sun stood over the ice in the northeast, and the dazzle kept me weeping, so intolerable was the effulgence. Half of the delicate architecture that had enriched the slopes and surfaces that way was swept down, and ice lay piled in places to an elevation of many feet, where before it had been flat or hollow. However, there was no question but that the gale had played havoc with the north extremity of the island, I counted no less than twenty birds floating off the main, and it was quite likely that sea was crowded beyond, though my sight could not travel so far. However, when I came to look close and to recollect the features of the shore as they showed when I first landed, I found some vital changes near at hand. Where my haven had been the ice had given way, and left a gap half a mile broad and a hundred feet deep. The fall on the Schooner starboard quarter was very heavy, and the ice was split in all directions, and in parts was so loose that a point of cliff hard upon the sea rocked with the swell. When Tassard came to stand he looked about him north and south shading his eyes with his hand, and then, swearing very savagely in French, he cried out in English, freely employing oaths as he spoke. Why, there's as much ice as there was before I fell asleep, see yonder, pointing to the south. It dies out in the distance. If it does not join the pole there, may the devil rise before me as I speak. Dunder and fury, I had hope to see it shriveled to an ordinary burg. What, and a weak-eyed eye, as if I believed his stupor had not lasted longer? He returned no answer, and gaped about him, full of consternation and passion. And are we to wait for our deliverance till this continent breaks up, he bowled? The day of judgment will be a thing of the past by that time. Traveling north's death, he roared, his mouth full of the expletives of his day, French and English. Oh, but a madman could suppose that this ice is not fixed as the Antarctic circle to which it is moored. Why, six months ago it was no bigger than it is now. And he sent a furious, terrified gait into the white solitudes, vanishing an azure faintness to the south-west. It was not a thing to reason upon. I was as much disappointed as he by the trifling changes the gale had made. And my heart felt very heavy at the sight of the great field disappearing in the south. The bergs in the north signified little. It is true they indicated demolition, but demolition so slow as to be worthless to us. It was not to be questioned that the island was proceeding north, but at what rate? Here, perhaps, might be a frozen crescent of forty or fifty leagues. And at what speed, appreciable enough to be of the least consequence to our calculations, should such a body travel? I looked at the Frenchman. This must decide, as said I, we must fix on one of two courses, endeavor to launch the ship by blowing up the ice, or turn to and rig up the best arrangement we can contrive and put to sea. Yes, he answered, scowling as he darted his enraged eyes over the ice, better to set us slow-matching the magazine and drink ourselves senseless and so blow ourselves to hell than linger here in the oak that this continent will dissolve and release us. Where's Mendoza's body? I stared about me, and then pointing to the huge gap the ice had made, answered, it was there, where it is now, I know not. He shrugged his shoulders, took another view of the ice and the ocean, and then cried impatiently. Let us return. The powder barrels must have the first jams. And he made for the schooner, savagely striking the ice with his spear, and growling curses to himself as he plowed and climbed and jumped his way along. End of Chapter 19 Recording by Barbara Dirksen Chapter 20 Of The Frozen Pirate 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 Barbara Dirksen The Frozen Pirate by W. Clark Russell Chapter 20 A Merry Evening By the time we had reached the bottom of the hollow, Tassard was blowing like a bellows with the uncommon exertion, and swearing that he felt the cold penetrating his bones, and that he should be stupefied again if he did not mind, he climbed into the ship and disappeared. I loved him so little that secretly I very heartily wished that nature would make away with him. I mean that something it would be impossible in me to lay my conscience should befall him, as becoming comatose again, and so lying like one dead. Assuredly in such a case it was not this hand that would have wasted a drop of brandy in returning an evil, white-livered, hectering old rascal to a life that smelled foully with him and the like of him. It was so still a day that the cold did not try me sorely. There was a vitality, if not warmth, in the light of the sun, and I was heated with clambering. So I stayed a full half-hour after my companion had vanished. Examining the ice about the schooner. Which careful inspection repaid me to the extent of giving me to see that if by blasts of gunpowder I could succeed in rupturing the ice ahead of the schooner's bows. There was a very good chance of the mass on which she lay going adrift. Yet I will not deny that though I recognize this business of dislocation as our only chance, for I could see little or nothing to be done in the way of building a boat proper to swim and ply. I forboded a dismal issue to our adventure, even should we succeed in separating this block from the main. In fine what I feared was that the weight of the schooner would overset the ice and drown her and us. I entered the ship and found Tassard roasting himself in the cookhouse. How melancholy is this gloom, said I, after the glorious white sunshine. Yes, said he, but it is warm, that is enough for me. Cursed the cold, say I, it robs a man of all spirit. To grapple with this rigor one should have fed all one's life on blubber. I define a man to be brave when he is affrozen. I feel a match for any three men now, but on the ice Afli would have made me run. He pulled apart from the bricks and filled his panachem. I have been surveying the ice, said I, drawing to the furnace, and have very little doubt that if we wisely bestow the powder in great quantities, we shall succeeded dislocating the bed on which we are lying. Good, he cried, but after, said I, what? As much of this bed as may be dislodged will not be deep. Ice-burgs, as of course you know, capsize in consequence of their becoming top-heavy by the wasting of the bulk that is submerged. This block will make but a small burg should we liberate it, and I very much fear that the weight of the schooner will overset it the instant we are launched. Body of Moses, he cried angrily, knitting his brows, whereby he stretched the scar to half its usual width. What's to be done then? She is a full ship, said I, and weighty. If the liberated ice be thin, she may sit up on it and keep it under. We have a right to hope in that direction, perhaps. Yet there is another consideration. She may leak like a sieve. Why, he exclaimed. She took the ice smoothly. She has not been strained. She was as tight as a bottle before she stranded. The coating of ice will have cherished her, and a stout sheep like this does not suffer from six months of lying up. Six months, thought I. Well, it may be, as you say, but if she leaks it will not be in our forearms to keep her free. He exclaimed hotly, Mr. Rodney, if we are to escape, we must venture something. To stay here means death in the end. I am persuaded that this ice is joined with some vast main body far south and that it does not move. What is there then to wait for? There is promise in your gunpowder proposal. If she capsizes then the devil will get his own, and with a savage flourish of the panican he put it to his lips and drained it. His sullen determination that we should stand or fall by my scheme was not very useful to me. I had looked for some shrewdness in him, some capacity of originating and weighing ideas, but I found he could do little more than curse and swagger and ply as can, in which he found most of his ansidotes, and recollections, and not a little of his courage. I pulled out my watch, as I must call it, and observed that it was hard upon one o'clock. "'Tis lucky,' said he, eyeing the watch greedily, and coming to it away from the great subject of our deliverance, as though the sight of the fine gold thing with its jeweled letter extinguished every other thought in him, that you remove that watch from Mendoza, but he will have carried other good things to the bottom weeping my fear.' His flask and tobacco box I took away, said I. He had nothing of consequence besides. "'They must go into the common chest,' cried he. "'Tis share and share, you know?' I said I. But what I found on Mendoza is mine, by the highest right under heaven. If I had not taken the things, they would now be at the bottom of the sea.' "'What of that?' cried he savagely. "'If we had not plundered the galleon, she might have been wrecked, and taken all she had down with her. Yet should such a consideration hinder a fair division between us, between you, had nothing to do with the pillage, and me, who risked my life in it?' I said, very well, be it, as you say, appearing to consent, for there was something truly absurd in an altercation about a few guineas worth of booty, in the face of our melancholy and most perilous situation. Though it not only enabled me to send a deeper glance into the mind of this man, than I had yet been able to manage, but made me understand a reason for the bloody and furious quarrels which have again and again arisen among persons standing on the brink of eternity, to whom a cup of drink or the sight of a ship had been more precious than the contents of the Bank of England.' I said about getting the dinner. "'Weest you are at that work,' cried he, starting up. I'll over all the pockets of the bodies on deck, and, picking up a chopper away he went, and I heard him cursing in his native tongue as he stumbled to the companion-ladder through the darkness in the cabin. His rapacity was beyond credence. There was an immense treasure in the hold, yet he could not leave the pockets of the two poor wretches on the deck alone. I did not envy him his task. The frozen figures would bear a deal of hammering, and besides he had to work in the cold. Ah, thought I with a groan, I should have left him to make one of them. I had finished my dinner by the time he arrived. He produced the watch I had taken from and returned to the mate's pocket, when I had searched him for a tinder-box, also a gold snuff-box set with diamonds, and a few Spanish pieces in gold. On seeing these things I remembered that I had found some rings and money in his pockets whilst overhauling him for means to obtain fire, but I held my peace. "'Should not we have been imbeciles to sacrifice these beauties,' he cried, viewing the watch and snuff-box with a rapturous grin. They were hard to come at, I expect. "'No,' he answered, pocketing them and turning to a piece of beef in the oven. I knocked away the ice, and after a little wrenching, got at the pockets, but poor Trantinov. "'Do you know, Eastnose came away with the mask of ice. He is no longer lovely to the sight. He broke into a guffaw, then stuffed his mouth full and talked in the intervals of chewing. There was nothing worth taking on barrels. They are both overboard.' "'Overboard?' I cried. "'Why, yes,' said he. "'They are no good on deck. I stood them against the rail, then tipped them over.' This was an illustration of his strength. I did not much relish. I doubt if I could have lifted barrels, said I. "'Not you,' he exclaimed, running his eyes over me. "'A dead Dutchman with the weight of a ferry alongside barrels.' "'Well, Mr. Tassard,' said I. "'Since you are so strong, you will be very useful to our scheme. There is much to be done. "'Give me a sketch of your plans that I may understand you,' he exclaimed, continuing to eat very heartily. "'First of all,' said I, "'we shall have to break the powder barrels out of the magazine and hoist them on deck. There are tackles, I suppose.' "'You should be able to find what you want among the boatswain's stores in the run,' he replied. "'There are some splits wide enough to receive a whole barrel of powder,' said I. I counted four such yons, all happily lying in a line, a thwart the ice past the boughs. I propose to sink these barrels twenty feet deep, where they must hang from a piece of spar across the aperture,' he nodded. "'Have you any slow matches aboard?' "'Plenty among the gunner's stores,' he replied. "'There are but you and me,' said I. "'These operations will take time. We must mind not to be blown up by one barrel whilst we are suspending another. We shall have to lower the barrels with their matches on fire, and they must be timed to burn an hour.' "'I, certainly at least an hour,' he exclaimed. "'Two hours would be better.' "'Well, that must depend upon the number of parcels of matches we meet with. There will be a good many mines to spring, and one must not explode before another, to the united force of the several blasts which we must reckon on. The contents of at least four more barrels of powder we must distribute amongst the other chinks and splits in such parcels as they will be able to receive. "'And then?' "'And then,' said I, we must await the explosion, and trust to the mercy of heaven to help us.' He made a hideous face, as if this was a sort of talk to nauseate him, and he said, "'Do you propose that we should remain on board or watch the effects from a distance?' "'Why, remain on board, of course,' I answered. "'Suppose the mines liberated the ice on which the schooner lies, and it floated away. What should we, watching at a distance, do?' "'True,' cried he. "'But E.E.'s cursive perilous, the explosion might blow this sheep up.' "'No, it would not do that. We shall be bad engineers if we bring such a thing about. The danger will be, providing the schooner is released in her capsizing, as I have before pointed out. "'Enough,' cried he, charging his panic in for the third time. "'We must chance her capsizing.' If I had a crew at my back, said I, I would carry an anchor and cable to the shoulder of the cliff at the end of the slope, to hold the ship if she swam. I would also put a quantity of provisions on the ice, along with materials for making a shelter and the whole of the stock of coal, so that we could go on supporting life here if the schooner capsized.' "'Then,' said he, "'you would remain ashore during the explosion?' "'Most certainly. But as all these preparations would mean a degree of labor impracticable by us two men, I am for the bold venture, prepare and fire the mines, return to the ship, and leave the rest to Providence.' He made another ugly face, and indulged himself in a piece of profanity that was inexpressibly disgusting and mean in the mouth of a man who was used to cross himself when alarmed and swear by the saints. But perhaps he knew, even better than I, how little he had to expect from Providence. He filled his pipe, exclaiming that when he had smoked it out we should fall to work. Now that I had settled a plan, I was eager to put it into practice. Hot and wild indeed, with the impatience and hope of the castaway, animated with the dream of recovering his liberty and preserving his life. And I was the more anxious to set about the business at once, on account of the weather being fair and still. For if it came on to blow a stormy wind again, we should be forced, as before, under hatches. But I had to wait for the Frenchman to empty his pipe. He was so complete a sensualist, that I believe nothing short of terror could have forced him to shorten the period of a pleasure by a second of time. He went on puffing so deliberately, with such leisurely enjoyment of the flavour of the smoke, that I expected to see him fall asleep, and my patience becoming exhausted I jumped up, but by this time his bowl held nothing but black ashes. Now cried he to work. And he rose with a prodigious yawn and seized the lamthorn. Our first business was to hunt among the boatswain's stores in the run for tackles to hoist the powder barrels up with. There was a good collection, as might have been expected in a pirate whose commerce lay in slinging goods from others' ships' holds into her own. But the ropes were frozen as hard as iron. To remedy which we carried an armful to the cookhouse, and left the tackles to lie and soften. We also conveyed to the cookhouse a quantity of rat-line stuff, a thin rope used for making of the steps in the shroud ladders. This being a line that would exactly serve to suspend the smaller parcels of powder in the splits. Before touching the powder barrels, we put a lighted candle into the bullseye lamp over the door and removed the lamthorn to a safe distance. Tassard was perfectly well acquainted with the contents of this storeroom, and on my asking for the matches put his hand on one of the several bags of them. They varied in length, some being six inches and some making a big coil. There was nothing for it but to sample and test them, and this I told Tassard could be done that evening. The main hatch was just forward of the gun room bulkhead. We seized a hand-spike apiece and went to work to prize the cover open. It was desperate tough labour, as bad as trying to open an oyster with a soft blade. The Frenchman broke into many strange old-fashioned oaths in his own tongue, imagining the hatch to be frozen. But though I don't doubt the frost had something to do with it, its obstinacy was mainly owing to time that had soldered it, so to speak, with the stubbornness that eight and forty years will communicate to a fixture which ice has cherished and kept sound. We got the hatch open at last. Be pleased to know that I am speaking of the hatch in the lower deck, for there was another immediately over it on the upper or main deck, and returning to the powder room rolled the barrels forward, ready for slinging and hoisting away when we should have rigged a tackle aloft. We had not done much, but what we had done had eaten far into the afternoon. I am tired and hungry and thirsty, said the Frenchman. Let us knock off. We have made good progress. No use opening the main deck hatch tonight. The vessel is gold enough, even when hermetically gorked. Very well, said I, bringing my watch to the lamp-thorn and observing the time to be sundown. So carefully extinguishing the candle in the bull's-eye lamp, we took each of us a bag of matches and went to the cook room. There was neither tea nor coffee in the ship. I so pined for these soothing drinks that I would have given all the wine in the vessel for a few pounds of either of them. A senseless, ungracious yearning indeed in the face of the plenty that was aboard. But it was the plenty, perhaps, that provoked it. There was chocolate which the Frenchman frothed and drank with hearty enjoyment. He also devoured handfuls of saccades which he would wash down with wine. These things make me sick, and for drink I was forced upon the spirits and wine, the latter of which was so generous that it promised to combine with the enforced laziness of my life under hatches to make me fat. So that I am of opinion, had we waited for the ice to release us, I should have become so corpulent as to prove a burden to myself. I mention this here, that you may find an excuse in it for the only act of folly in the way of drinking that I can lay to my account whilst I was in this pirate. For I must tell you that, on returning to the furnace, we to refresh ourselves after our labour, made a bowl of punch, of which I drank so plentifully that I began to feel myself very merry. I forgot all about the matches and my resolution to test them that night. The Frenchman, enjoying my condition, continued to pledge me till his little eyes danced in his head. Luckily for me, being at the bottom of a very jolly disposition, drink never served me worse than to develop that quality in me. No man could ever say that I was quarrelsome in my cups. My progress was marked by stupid smiles terminating an unmeaning laughter. The Frenchman sang a ballad about love and pickerty and the like, and I gave him Hearts of Oak, the sentiments of which song kept him shrugging his shoulders and drunkenly looking contempt. We continued singing alternately for some time, until he fell to setting up his throat when I was at work, and this confused and stopped me. He then favoured me with what he called the Pirates Stance, a very wild grotesque movement with no elegance whatever to be hurt by his being in liquor, and I think I see him now, whipping off his coat and sprawling and flapping about in high boots and a red waistcoat, flourishing his arms, snapping his fingers, and now and again bursting into a stave to keep step to. When he was done, I took the floor with the horn pipe, whistling the air and double shuffling, toe and healing, and quivering from one leg to another very briskly. He lay back against the bulkhead, grasping a can half full of punch, roaring loudly at my antics, and when I sank down breathless would have had me go on, hiccuping that though he had known scores of English sailors he had never seen that dance better performed. By this time I was extremely excited and extraordinarily merry, and losing hold of my judgment began to indulge in sundry pleasantries concerning his nation and countrymen, asking, with many explosions of laughter, how it was that they continued at the trouble of building ships for us to use against them, and if he did not think that the flower delose, a neater symbol for people who put snuff into their soup and restricted their ablutions to their faces than the tricolor, being too muddled to consider that he was ignorant of that flag. And in short I was so offensive, in spite of my ridiculous merriment, that his savage nature broke out. He assailed the English with every injurious term in his drunken conditions suffered him to recollect, and starting up with his little eyes wildly rolling he clapped his hand to his side as if feeling for a sword, and calling me by a very ugly French word, bade me come on, and he would show me the difference between a Frenchman and a beast of an Englishman. I laughed at him with all my might, which so enraged him that swaying to right and left he advanced as if to fall upon me. I started to my feet and tumbled over the bench I had jumped from and lay sprawling, and the bench, oversetting close to him, he kicked against it and fell too, fetching the deca, very hard blow. He groaned heavily and muttered that he was killed. I tried to rise, but my legs gave way, and then the fumes of the punch overpowered me, for I recollect no more. When I awoke it was pitch dark. My hands, legs, and feet seemed formed of ice, my head of burning brass. I thought I was in my cot and felt with my hands till I touched Tassard's cold bald head, which so terrified me that I uttered a loud cry and sprang erect. The recollection returned, and I heartily cursed myself from my folly and wickedness. Good God, thought I, that I should be so mad as to drown my senses, when never was any wretch in such need of all his reason as I. The boatswain's tinderbox was in my pocket. I groped, found a candle, and lighted it. It was twenty minutes after three in the morning. Tassard lay on his back, snoring hideously, his legs overhanging the capsized bench. I pulled and hauled at him, but he was too drunk to awake, and that he might not freeze to death, I fetched a pile of clothes out of his cabin and covered him up, and put his head on a coat. My head ached horribly, but not worse than my heart. When I considered how our orgy might have ended in bloodshed and murder, how I had insulted God's providence by drinking and laughing and roaring out songs, and dancing at a time when I most needed his protection, with death standing close beside me, as I may say, I could have beaten my head against the deck in the anguish of my contrition and shame. My passion of sorrow was so extravagant indeed, that I remember looking at the Frenchman as if he was the devil incarnate, who had put himself in my way to thaw and recover, that he might tempt me on to the loss of my soul. Fortunately, these fancies did not last. I was parched with thirst, but the water was ice, and there was no fire to melt it with. So I broke off some chips and sucked them, and held a lump to my forehead. I went to my cabin and got into my hammock, but my head was so hot and ached so furiously, and I was so vexed with myself besides, that I could not sleep. The schooner was deathly still. There was not, apparently, the faintest murmur of air to awaken an echo in her. Nothing spoke but the near and distant cracking of the ice. It was miserable work lying in the cabin sleepless and reproaching myself, and as my burning head robbed the cold of its formidableness, I resolved to go on to deck and take a brisk turn or two. The night was wonderfully fine, the velvet dusk so crowded with stars that in parts it resembled great spaces of cloth of silver hovering. I turned my eyes northwards to the stars low down there, and thought of England and the home where I was brought up, until the tears gathered and with them went something of the dreadful burning aching out of my head. Those distant, silent, shining bodies amazingly intensified the sense of my loneliness and remoteness, and yonder southern cross and the luminous dust of the Magellanic clouds seemed not further off than my native country. It is not in language to express the savage naked beauty, the wild mystery of the white still seen of ice shining back to the stars with a light that owed nothing to their glory, nor convey how the whole was heightened to every sense by the element of fear, put into the picture by the sounds of the splitting ice and the softened regular roaring of the breakers along the coast. I started with fresh shame and horror when I contrasted this ghastly calmness of pale ice and the brightness of the holy stars looking down upon it, with our swinish revelry in the cabin, and I thought with loathing of the drunken ribaldry of the pirate and my own tipsy songs piercing the ear of the mighty spirit of the solitude. The exercise improved my spirits. I stepped the length of the little raised death briskly, my thoughts very busy. On a sudden the ice split on the starboard hand with a noise louder than the explosion of a twenty-four pounder. The schooner swayed to a level keel with so sharp a rise that I lost my balance and staggered. I recovered myself trembling and greatly agitated by the noise and the movement coming together, without the least hint have been given to me, and grasping a backstay waited not knowing what was to happen next. Unless it be the heave of an earthquake I can imagine no motion capable of giving one such a swooning, nauseating, terrifying sensation as the rending of ice under a fixed ship. In a few moments there were several sharp cracks, all on the starboard side, like a snapping of musket tree, and I felt the schooner very faintly heave, but this might have been a deception of the senses, for though I set a star against the mast head and watched it there was no movement. I looked over the side and observed that the split I had noticed on the face of the cliff had by this new rupture been extended transversely right across the schooner's starboard bow, the tether side being several feet higher than this. It was plain that the bed on which the vessel rested had dropped so as to bring her upright, and I was convinced by the circumstance alone that if I used good judgment in disposing of the powder the weight of the mast would complete its own dislocation. I stepped a little way forward to obtain a clearer sight of the splits about the schooner, and on putting my head over I was inexpressibly dismayed and confounded by the apparition of a man with his arms stretched out before him, his face upturned, and his posture that of starting back as though terrified at beholding me. I had met with several frights whilst I had been on this island, but none worse than this, none that so completely paralysed me as to very nearly deprive me of the power of breathing. I stared at him and he seemed to stare at me, and I know not which of the two was the more motionless. The whiteness made a light of its own, and he was perfectly plain. I blinked and puffed, conceiving it might be some illusion of the wine I had drunk, and finding him still there and acting as though he warded me off in terror, as if my showing myself unawares had led him to think of me the devil. I say, finding him perfectly real, I was seized with an agony of fear, and should have rushed to my cabin had my legs been equal to the task of transporting me there. Then thought I, idiot that you are, what think you, you fool? Is it but the body of Trentonov? Sure enough it was, and putting my head a little further over the rail, I saw the figure of the Portuguese barros lying close under the bends. No doubt it was the movement of the ice that had shot the Italian into the lifelike posture. It being incredible he should have fallen, so on being tumbled overboard by the Frenchman. But there he was, resting against a lump of ice, looking as living in his frozen posture as he had ever showed in the cabin. The shock did my head good. I went below and got into my cot, and after tossing for a half an hour or so fell asleep. I awoke and went to the cookhouse, where I found Tassard preparing the breakfast, and a great fire-burning. I hardly knew what reception he would give me, and was therefore not a little agreeably surprised by his thanking me for covering him up. You have a stronger head than mine, said he. The punt used you well. You made me laugh, though. You was very diverting. I too much diverting to please myself, said I, and I sounded him cautiously to remark what his memory carried of my insults, but found that he recollected nothing more than I danced with figure and sang well. I said nothing about my contrition, my going on deck and the like, contenting myself with asking if he had heard the explosion in the night. No, cried he, staring and looking eagerly. Well then, said I, there has happened a mighty crack in the ice, and I do soberly believe that with the blessing of God we shall be able by blasts of powder to free the block on which the schooner rests. Good, cried he, come let us hurry with this meal. How is the weather? Quiet, I believe. I have not been on deck since the explosion aroused me early this morning. Whilst we ate, he said, Suppose we get the schooner afloat. What do you propose? Why, I answered, if she proved tight and seaworthy. What but carry her home? What, you and I alone? No, said I, certainly not. We must make shift to sail her to the nearest port and ship a crew. He looked at me attentively and said, What do you mean by ohm? England, said I. He shrugged his shoulders and exclaimed in French. She's natural. Then, proceeding in English, Pray, said he, showing his fangs, Do you not know that the Boca del Dragon is a pirate? Do you want to be aimed that you propose the carrier to a port to ship men? I have no fear of that, said I. After all these years, she'll be as clean forgotten as if she had never had existence. Lucky here, Mr. Rodney, cried he in a passion. Let's have no more of this sniveling nonsense about years. You may be as mad as you please on that point, but it shan't hang me. It needs more than a few months to make men forget a craft that has carried on such traffic as our old represents. You'll not find me venturing myself nor the schooner into any of your ports for men. No, no, my friend, I am in no stupor now, you know, and I've slept the punch off also, do you see? What, betray our treasure and be angth for our generosity? He made me an ironical bow grinning with wrath. Let's get the schooner afloat first, said I. I, that's all very well, he cried, but better stop here than dangle in chains. No, my friend, our plan must be very different from your proposal. I suppose you want your share of the booty, said he, snapping his fingers. I deserve it, said I, smiling, that I might soften his passion. And yet you would convey the most noted pirate of the age, with plunder in there to the value of thousands of doubloons, to a port in which we should doubtless find ships of war, a garrison, magistrates, governors, prisons, and the whole of the machinery it is our business to give our stern to? Mouafwa, Mr. Rodney, sure you are out in something more than your reckoning of time. What do you propose, said I? Ha, he exclaimed, whilst his little eyes twinkled with cunning. Now you speak sensibly. What do I propose? Dece, my friend, we must navigate the schooner to an island and bury the treasure, then head for the shipping highways and obtain help from any friendly merchant man we may fall in with. Om, with us, means the tortugas. There we shall find the company we need to recover for us, what we shall have hidden. We shall come by our own then, but to sail with this treasure on board, without a crew to defend the vessel by this hand. The first cruiser that sighted us would make a clean sweep and then haul for the hangman, Mr. Rodney. How much I relished this scheme you will imagine, but to reason with him would have been mere madness. I knitted my brows and seemed to reflect, and then said, Well, there is a great deal of plain good sense in what you say. I certainly see the wisdom of your advice in recommending that we should bury the treasure. Nor must we leave anything on board to convict the ship of her true character. His greedy eyes sparkled with self complacency. He tapped his forehead and cried, Trust to these. There is mind behind this surface. Your plan for releasing the schooner is great. Mind for preserving the treasure is great too. You are the sailor. I, the strategist. By combining our genius, we shall oppose an invulnerable front to adversity, and must end our days as princes. Your hand, Paul. I laughed and gave him my hand, which he squeezed with many contortions of face and figure. But though I laughed, I don't know that I ever so much disliked and distrusted and feared the old leering rogue as at that moment. Come, cried I, jumping up. Let's get about our work. And with that I pulled open a bag of matches and fell to testing them. They burnt well. The fire ate into them as smoothly as if they had been prepared the day before. They were all of one thickness. I cut them to equal lengths and fired them and waited, watch in hand. One was burnt out in two minutes before the other, and each length took about ten minutes to consume. This was good enough to base my calculations upon.