An Antarctic Mystery Part 5
"Ah, Mr. Jeorling," cried Gla.s.s, "if some day William Guy and his sailors might be saved! They seemed to me to be such fine fellows."
"That is just what the Halbrane is certainly going to attempt, so soon as she is ready, for her captain, Len Guy, is William Guy's own brother."
"Is it possible? Well, although I do not know Captain Len Guy, I venture to a.s.sert that the brothers do not resemble each other--at least in their behaviour to the Governor of Tristan d'Acunha!"
It was plain that the Governor was profoundly mortified, but no doubt he consoled himself by the prospect of selling his goods at twenty-five per cent above their value.
One thing was certain: Captain Len Guy had no intention of coming ash.o.r.e. This was the more singular, inasmuch as he could not be unaware that the Jane had put in at Tristan d'Acunha before proceeding to the southern seas. Surely he might be expected to put himself in communication with the last European who had shaken hands with his brother!
Nevertheless, Captain Len Guy remained persistently on board his ship, without even going on deck; and, looking through the gla.s.s skylight of his cabin, I saw him perpetually stooping over the table, which was covered with open books and out-spread charts. No doubt the charts were those of the austral lat.i.tudes, and the books were narratives of the precursors of the Jane in those mysterious regions of the south.
On the table lay also a volume which had been read and re-read a hundred times. Most of its pages were dogs'-eared and their margins were filled with pencilled notes. And on the cover shone the t.i.tle in brightly gilded letters: The Adventures of Arthur Gordon Pym.
Chapter VIII.
Bound for the Falklands.
On the 8th of September, in the evening, I had taken leave of His Excellency the Governor-General of the Archipelago of Tristan d'Acunha--for such is the official t.i.tle bestowed upon himself by that excellent fellow, Gla.s.s, ex-corporal of artillery in the British Army. On the following day, before dawn, the Halbrane sailed.
After we had rounded Herald Point, the few houses of Ansiedlung disappeared behind the extremity of Falmouth Bay. A fine breeze from the east carried us along gaily.
During the morning we left behind us in succession Elephant Bay, Hardy Rock, West Point, Cotton Bay, and Daly's Promontory; but it took the entire day to lose sight of the volcano of Tristan d'Acunha, which is eight thousand feet high; its snow-clad bulk was at last veiled by the shades of evening.
During that week our voyage proceeded under the most favourable conditions; if these were maintained, the end of the month of September ought to bring us within sight of the first peaks of the Falkland Group; and so, very sensibly towards the south; the schooner having descended from the thirty-eighth parallel to the fifty-fifth degree of lat.i.tude.
The most daring, or, perhaps I ought to say, the most lucky of those discoverers who had preceded the Halbrane, under the command of Captain Len Guy, in the Antarctic seas, had not gone beyond--Kemp, the sixty-sixth parallel; Ballerry, the sixty-seventh; Biscoe, the sixty-eighth; Bellinghausen and Morrell, the seventieth; Cook, the seventy-first; Weddell, the seventy-fourth. And it was beyond the eighty-third, nearly five hundred and fifty miles farther, that we must go to the succour of the survivors of the Jane!
I confess that for a practical man of unimaginative temperament, I felt strangely excited; a nervous restlessness had taken possession of me. I was haunted by the figures of Arthur Pym and his companions, lost in Antarctic ice-deserts. I began to feel a desire to take part in the proposed undertaking of Captain Len Guy. I thought about it incessantly. As a fact there was nothing to recall me to America. It is true that whether I should get the consent of the commander of the Halbrane remained to be seen; but, after all, why should he refuse to keep me as a pa.s.senger? Would it not be a very "human" satisfaction to him to give me material proof that he was in the right, by taking me to the very scene of a catastrophe that I had regarded as fict.i.tious, showing me the remains of the Jane at Tsalal, and landing me on that selfsame island which I had declared to be a myth?
Nevertheless, I resolved to wait, before I came to any definite determination, until an opportunity of speaking to the captain should arise.
After an interval of unfavourable weather, during which the Halbrane made but slow progress, on the 4th of October, in the morning, the aspect of the sky and the sea underwent a marked change. The wind became calm, the waves abated, and the next day the breeze veered to the north-west. This was very favourable to us, and in ten days, with a continuance of such fortunate conditions, we might hope to reach the Falklands.
It was on the 11th that the opportunity of an explanation with Captain Len Guy was presented to me, and by himself, for he came out of his cabin, advanced to the side of the ship where I was seated, and took his place at my side.
Evidently he wished to talk to me, and of what, if not the subject which entirely absorbed him? He began by saying: "I have not yet had the pleasure of a chat with you, Mr. Jeorling, sillce our departure from Tristan d'Acunha!"
"To my regret, captain," I replied, but with reserve, for I wanted him to make the running.
"I beg you to excuse me," he resumed, "I have so many things to occupy me and make me anxious. A plan of campaign to organize, in which nothing must be unforeseen or unprovided for. I beg you not to be displeased with me--"
"I am not, I a.s.sure you."
"That is all right, Mr. Jeorling; and now that I know you, that I am able to appreciate you, I congratulate myself upon having you for a pa.s.senger until our arrival at the Falklands."
"I am very grateful, captain, for what you have done for me, and I feel encouraged to--"
The moment seemed propitious to my making my proposal, when Captain Len Guy interrupted me.
"Well, Mr. Jeorling," he asked, "are you now convinced of the reality of the voyage of the Jane, or do you still regard Edgar Poe's book as a work of pure imagination?"
"I do not so regard it, captain."
"You no longer doubt that Arthur Pym and Dirk Peters have really existed, or that my brother William Guy and five of his companions are living?"
"I should be the most incredulous of men, captain, to doubt either fact, and my earnest desire is that the favour of Heaven may attend you and secure the safety of the shipwrecked mariners of the Jane."
"I will do all in my power, Mr. Jeorling, and by the blessing of G.o.d I shall succeed."
"I hope so, captain. Indeed, I am certain it will be so, and if you consent--"
"Is it not the case that you talked of this matter with one Gla.s.s, an English ex-corporal, who sets up to be Governor of Tristan d'Acunha?" inquired the captain, without allowing me to finish my sentence.
"That is so," I replied, "and what I learned from Gla.s.s has contributed not a little to change my doubts into certainty."
"Ah I he has satisfied you?"
"Yes. He perfectly remembers to have seen the Jane, eleven years ago, when she had put in at Tristan d'Acunha."
"The Jane--and my brother?"
"He told me that he had personal dealings with Captain William Guy."
"And he traded with the Jane?"
"Yes, as he has just been trading with the Halbrane."
"She was moored in this bay?"
"In the same place as your schooner."
"And--Arthur Pym--Dirk Peters?"
"He was with them frequently."
"Did he ask what had become of them?"
"Oh yes, and I informed him of the death of Arthur Pym, whom he regarded as a foolhardy adventurer, capable of any daring folly."
"Say a madman, and a dangerous madman, Mr. Jeorling. Was it not he who led my unfortunate brother into that fatal enterprise?"
"There is, indeed, reason to believe so from his narrative."
"And never to forget it!" added the captain in a tone of agitation.
"This man, Gla.s.s," I resumed, "also knew Patterson, the mate of the Jane."
"He was a fine, brave, faithful fellow, Mr. Jeorling, and devoted, body and soul, to my brother."
"As West is to you, captain."
"Does Gla.s.s know where the shipwrecked men from the Jane are now?"
"I told him, captain, and also all that you have resolved to do to save them."
I did not think proper to add that Gla.s.s had been much surprised at Captain Guy's abstaining from visiting him, as, in his absurd vanity, he held the commander of the Halbrane bound to do, nor that he did not consider the Governor of Tristan d'Acunha bound to take the initiative.
"I wish to ask you, Mr. jeorling, whether you think everything in Arthur Pym's journal, which has been published by Edgar Poe, is exactly true?"
"I think there is some need for doubt," I answered "the singular character of the hero of those adventures being taken into consideration--at least concerning the phenomena of the island of Tsalal. And we know that Arthur Pym was mistaken in a.s.serting that Captain William Guy and several of his companions perished in the landslip of the hill at Klock-Klock."
"Ah! but he does not a.s.sert this, Mr. Jeorling! He says only that, when he and Dirk Peters had reached the opening through which they could discern the surrounding country, the seat of the artificial earthquake was revealed to them. Now, as the whole face of the hill was rushing into the ravine, the fate of my brother and twenty-nine of his men could not be doubtful to his mind. He was, most naturally, led to believe that Dirk Peters and himself were the only white men remaining alive on the island. He said nothing but this--nothing more. These were only suppositions--very reasonable, are they not?"
"I admit that, fully, captain."
"But now, thanks to Patterson's note-book, we are certain that my brother and five of his companions escaped from the landslip contrived by the natives."
"That is quite clear, captain. But, as to what became of the survivors of the Jane, whether they were taken by the natives of Tsalal and kept in captivity, or remained free, Patterson's note-book says nothing, nor does it relate under what circ.u.mstances he himself was carried far away from them."
"All that we shall learn, Mr. Jeorling. Yes, we shall know all. The main point is that we are quite sure my brother and five of his sailors were living less than four months ago on some part of Tsalal Island. There is now no question of a romance signed 'Edgar Poe,' but of a veracious narrative signed 'Patterson.'"
"Captain," said I, "will you let me be one of your company until the end of the campaign of the tfalbrant in the Antarctic seas?"
Captain Len Guy looked at me with a glance as penetrating as a keen blade. Otherwise hedid not appear surprised by the proposal I had made; perhaps he had been expecting it--and he uttered only the single word: "Willingly."
Chapter IX.
Fitting out the Halbrane.
On the 15th of October, our schooner cast anchor in Port Egmont, on the north of West Falkland. The group is composed of two islands, one the above-named, the other Soledad or East Falkland. Captain Len Guy gave twelve hours' leave to the whole crew. The next day the proceedings were to begin by a careful and minute inspection of the vessel's hull and keel, in view of the contemplated prolonged navigation of the Antarctic seas. That day Captain Len Guy went ash.o.r.e, to confer with the Governor of the group on the subject of the immediate re-victualling of the schooner. He did not intend to make expense a consideration, because the whole adventure might be wrecked by an unwise economy. Besides I was ready to aid with my purse, as I told him, and I intended that we should be partners in tile cost of this expedition.
James West remained on board all day, according to his custom in the absence of the captain, and was engaged until evening in the inspection of the hold. I did not wish to go ash.o.r.e until the next day. I should have ample time while we remained in port to explore Port Egmont and its surroundings, and to study the geology and mineralogy of the island. Hurliguerly regarded the opportunity as highly favourable for the renewal of talk with me, and availed himself of it accordingly. He accosted me as follows: "Accept my sincere compliments, Mr. Jeorling?"
"And wherefore, boatswain?"
"On account of what I have just heard--that you are to come with us to the far end of the Antarctic seas."
"Oh! not so far, I imagine, and if it is not a matter of going beyond the eighty-fourth parallel--"
"Who can tell," replied the boatswain, "at all events the Halbrane will make more degrees of lat.i.tude than any other ship before her."
"We shall see."
"And does that not alarm you, Mr. Jeorling?"
"Not in the very least."
"Nor us, rest a.s.sured. No, no! You see, Mr. Jeorling, our captain is a good one, although he is no talker. You only need to take him the right way! First he gives you the pa.s.sage to Tristan d'Acunha that he refused you at first, and now he extends it to the pole."
"The pole is not the question, boatswain."
"Ah! it will be reached at last, some day."
"The thing has not yet been done. And, besides, I don't take much interest in the pole, and have no ambition to conquer it. In any case it is only to Tsalal Island--"
"Tsalal Island, of course. Nevertheless, you will acknowledge that our captain has been very accommodating to you, and--"
"And therefore I am much obliged to him, boatswain, and," I hastened to add, "to you also; since it is to your influence I owe my pa.s.sage."
"Very likely." Hurliguerly, a good fellow at bottom, as I afterwards learned, discerned a little touch of irony in my tone; but he did not appear to do so; he was resolved to persevere in his patronage of me. And, indeed, his conversation could not be otherwise than profitable to me, for he was thoroughly acquainted with the Falkland Islands. The result was that on the following day I went ash.o.r.e adequately prepared to begin my perquisitions. At that period the Falklands were not utilized as they have been since.
It was at a later date that Port Stanley--described by Elisee Reclus, the French geographer, as "ideal"--was discovered. Port Stanley is sheltered at every point of the compa.s.s, and could contain all the fleets of Great Britain.
If I had been sailing for the last two months with bandaged eyes, and without knowing whither the Halbrane was bound, and had been asked during the first few hours at our moorings, "Are you in the Falkland Isles or in Norway?" I should have puzzled how to answer the question. For here were coasts forming deep creeks, the steep hills with peaked sides, and the coastqedges faced with grey rock. Even the seaside climate, exempt from great extremes of cold and heat, is common to the two countries. Besides, the frequent rains of Scandinavia visit Magellan's region in like abundance. Both have dense fogs, and, in spring and autumn, winds so fierce that the very vegetables in the fields are frequently rooted up.
A few walks inland would, however, have sufficed to make me recognize that I was still separated by the equator from the waters of Northern Europe. What had I found to observe in the neighbourhood of Port Egmont after my explorations of the first few days? Nothing but the signs of a sickly vegetation, nowhere arborescent. Here and there a few shrubs grew, in place of the flourishing firs of the Norwegian mountains, and the surface ora spongy soil which sinks and rises under the foot is carpeted with mosses, fungi, and lichens. No! this was not the enticing country where the echoes of the sagas resound, this was not the poetic realm of Wodin and the Valkyries.
On the deep waters of the Falkland Strait, which separates the two princ.i.p.al isles, great ma.s.ses of extraordinary aquatic vegetation floated, and the bays of the Archipelago, where whales were already becoming scarce, were frequented by other marine mammals of enormous size--seals, twenty-five feet long by twenty in circ.u.mference, and great numbers of sea elephants, wolves, and lions, of proportions no less gigantic. The uproar made by these animals, by the females and their young especially, surpa.s.ses description. One would think that herds of cattle were bellowing on the beach. Neither difficulty nor danger attends the capture, or at least the slaughter of the marine beasts. The sealers kill them with a blow of a club when they are lying in the sands on the strand. These are the special features that differentiate Scandinavia from the Falklands, not to speak of the infinite number of birds which rose on my approach, grebe, cormorants, black-headed swans, and above all, tribes of penguins, of which hundreds of thousands are ma.s.sacred every year.
One day, when the air was filled with a sound of braying, sufficient to deafen one, I asked an old sailor belonging to Port Egmont,-- "Are there a.s.ses about here?"
"Sir," he replied, "those are not a.s.ses that you hear, but penguins."
The a.s.ses themselves, had any been there, would have been deceived by the braying of these stupid birds. I pursued my investigations some way to the west of the bay. West Falkland is more extensive than its neighbour, La Soledad, and possesses another fort at the southern point of Byron's Sound--too far off for me to go there.
I could not estimate the population of the Archipelago even approximately. Probably, it did not then exceed froin two to three hundred souls, mostly English, with some Indians, Portuguese, Spaniards, Gauchos from the Argentine Pampas, and natives from Tierra del Fuego. On the other hand, the representatives of the ovine and bovine races were to be counted by tens of thousands. More than five hundred thousand sheep yield over four hundred thousand dollars' worth of wool yearly. There are also horned cattle bred on the islands; these seem to have increased in size, while the other quadrupeds, for instance, horses, pigs, and rabbits, have decreased. All these live in a wild state, and the only beast of prey is the dogfox, a species peculiar to the fauna of the Falklands.
Not without reason has this island been called "a cattle farm." What inexhaustible pastures, what an abundance of that savoury gra.s.s, the tussock, does nature lavish on animals there! Australia, though so rich in this respect, does not set a better spread table before her ovine and bovine pensioners.
The Falklands ought to be resorted to for the re-victualling of ships. The groups are of real importance to navigators making for the Strait of Magellan, as well as to those who come to fish in the vicinity of the polar regions.
When the work on the hull was done, West occupied himself with the masts and the rigging, with the a.s.sistance of Martin Holt, our sailing master, who was very clever at this kind of industry.