We tied up at the shore above 21,and got ready.It was a foul night,and the river was so wide,there,that a landsman's uneducated eyes could discern no opposite shore through such a gloom.
The passengers were alert and interested;everything was satisfactory.
As I hurried through the engine-room,picturesquely gotten up in storm toggery,I met Tom,and could not forbear delivering myself of a mean speech--'Ain't you glad YOU don't have to go out sounding?'
Tom was passing on,but he quickly turned,and said--'Now just for that,you can go and get the sounding-pole yourself.
I was going after it,but I'd see you in Halifax,now,before I'd do it.'
'Who wants you to get it?I don't.It's in the sounding-boat.'
'It ain't,either.It's been new-painted;and it's been up on the ladies'
cabin guards two days,drying.
I flew back,and shortly arrived among the crowd of watching and wondering ladies just in time to hear the command:
'Give way,men!'
I looked over,and there was the gallant sounding-boat booming away,the unprincipled Tom presiding at the tiller,and my chief sitting by him with the sounding-pole which I had been sent on a fool's errand to fetch.
Then that young girl said to me--
'Oh,how awful to have to go out in that little boat on such a night!
Do you think there is any danger?'
I would rather have been stabbed.I went off,full of venom,to help in the pilot-house.By and by the boat's lantern disappeared,and after an interval a wee spark glimmered upon the face of the water a mile away.Mr.Thornburg blew the whistle,in acknowledgment,backed the steamer out,and made for it.We flew along for a while,then slackened steam and went cautiously gliding toward the spark.
Presently Mr.Thornburg exclaimed--
'Hello,the buoy-lantern's out!'
He stopped the engines.A moment or two later he said--'Why,there it is again!'
So he came ahead on the engines once more,and rang for the leads.
Gradually the water shoaled up,and then began to deepen again!
Mr.Thornburg muttered--
'Well,I don't understand this.I believe that buoy has drifted off the reef.Seems to be a little too far to the left.
No matter,it is safest to run over it anyhow.'
So,in that solid world of darkness we went creeping down on the light.
Just as our bows were in the act of plowing over it,Mr.Thornburg seized the bell-ropes,rang a startling peal,and exclaimed--'My soul,it's the sounding-boat!'
A sudden chorus of wild alarms burst out far below--a pause--and then the sound of grinding and crashing followed.
Mr.Thornburg exclaimed--
'There!the paddle-wheel has ground the sounding-boat to lucifer matches!Run!See who is killed!'
I was on the main deck in the twinkling of an eye.My chief and the third mate and nearly all the men were safe.They had discovered their danger when it was too late to pull out of the way;then,when the great guards overshadowed them a moment later,they were prepared and knew what to do;at my chiefs order they sprang at the right instant,seized the guard,and were hauled aboard.The next moment the sounding-yawl swept aft to the wheel and was struck and splintered to atoms.Two of the men and the cub Tom,were missing--a fact which spread like wildfire over the boat.
The passengers came flocking to the forward gangway,ladies and all,anxious-eyed,white-faced,and talked in awed voices of the dreadful thing.
And often and again I heard them say,'Poor fellows!poor boy,poor boy!'
By this time the boat's yawl was manned and away,to search for the missing.Now a faint call was heard,off to the left.
The yawl had disappeared in the other direction.Half the people rushed to one side to encourage the swimmer with their shouts;the other half rushed the other way to shriek to the yawl to turn about.
By the callings,the swimmer was approaching,but some said the sound showed failing strength.The crowd massed themselves against the boiler-deck railings,leaning over and staring into the gloom;and every faint and fainter cry wrung from them such words as,'Ah,poor fellow,poor fellow!is there no way to save him?'
But still the cries held out,and drew nearer,and presently the voice said pluckily--'I can make it!Stand by with a rope!'
What a rousing cheer they gave him!The chief mate took his stand in the glare of a torch-basket,a coil of rope in his hand,and his men grouped about him.The next moment the swimmer's face appeared in the circle of light,and in another one the owner of it was hauled aboard,limp and drenched,while cheer on cheer went up.
It was that devil Tom.
The yawl crew searched everywhere,but found no sign of the two men.
They probably failed to catch the guard,tumbled back,and were struck by the wheel and killed.Tom had never jumped for the guard at all,but had plunged head-first into the river and dived under the wheel.
It was nothing;I could have done it easy enough,and I said so;but everybody went on just the same,****** a wonderful to do over that ass,as if he had done something great.That girl couldn't seem to have enough of that pitiful 'hero'the rest of the trip;but little I cared;I loathed her,any way.
The way we came to mistake the sounding-boat's lantern for the buoy-light was this.My chief said that after laying the buoy he fell away and watched it till it seemed to be secure;then he took up a position a hundred yards below it and a little to one side of the steamer's course,headed the sounding-boat up-stream,and waited.
Having to wait some time,he and the officer got to talking;he looked up when he judged that the steamer was about on the reef;saw that the buoy was gone,but supposed that the steamer had already run over it;he went on with his talk;he noticed that the steamer was getting very close on him,but that was the correct thing;it was her business to shave him closely,for convenience in taking him aboard;he was expecting her to sheer off,until the last moment;then it flashed upon him that she was trying to run him down,mistaking his lantern for the buoy-light;so he sang out,'Stand by to spring for the guard,men!'and the next instant the jump was made.
