ALONE ON A WIDE, WIDE SEA.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XXIX, Issue 8842, 2 April 1892, Page 3 (Supplement)

ALONE ON A WIDE, WIDE SEA.

BY \V. CLARK RUSSELL Author of "A Se.-i Queen," "The Golden Hope," "The Wreck of the Grosvenor," "The Death Shp," "My Danish Sweetheart," &c., &c.

ALL IUGIITS RESERVED CHAPTER XIX. I CONVERSE WITH THE fJIPSY. A few days of sultry, oppressive calm were followed by a violent storm. I was sitting with Alice Lee in her cabin when hor mother entered and said : "Such a marvellous sunset ovorybody declares never was seen. Go and look at it, Agnes ; I will sit with Alice." "I will go with Agnes," said her daughter. Sho arose, but her cough obliged her to sit. When hor cough had ceased sho arose again, but slowly and painfully, with a heartrending suggestion of weakness and exhaustion in her whole manner. "Do not go on deck, dearest," said her mother ; "the cabin steps will try you." "Oh, mother, let me go, and let me go quickly," exclaimed Alice. " I love to look at a glorious sunset, and the sunsets hero are soon gone." Mrs. Lee gazed at her child with a pleading face, but made no further objection, and the three of us went on dock, tho girl supported by hor mother and I. Twice whilst ascending the short flight of cabin stairs Alice paused for breath. There is much that I have causo to remember in this time, but nothing do I seo after all these years more clearly than tho anguish in the mother's eyes as sho looked at me on her child pausing for a second time during tho ascent of the short flight of steps. The sunset was indeed a magnificent, spectacle. The western sky seemed in flanios. Deep purple lines of cloud barred the liery splendour. In tho immediate neighbourhood of the sun, tho light round about was blood red, but on either hand was vast lovely spaces rosotnbling lagoons of silver and gold ; spikes of glory shot up to the zenith, and tho countless lines of them resembled giant javelins of tlamo arrested in their flight with their barbed ends glowing like golden stars in the dimly crimsoned blue over our ship's mastheads. The ship's sails reflected the light and sho seemed to be clothed in cloth of gold. Her rigging and masts were veined with gold, and the glass and brass blazed with rubies. The swell of the sea was flowing from the west, and the distant glory came running to us from brow to brow, steeping in splendour to the ship and washing the side of her with liquid crimson light, The calm was as profound as ever it had been ; there was not a breath of air to be felt save the eddy ing of draughts from the swinging of the lower sails. The sea floated in undulations of quicksilver into tho east, where on the dark blue horizon there hung a red gleam of sail, showing like a little tongue of lire in the far ocean recess. I placed a chair for Alice but she refused to sit.

" We will return to the cabin in a few minutes," she exclaimed, and she stood looking into the west, holding by her mother's and my arm. She had put on a veil, but she lifted it to look at the sun, and the western splendour lay full oil her face as I gazed at her. Never so painfully thin and white had she appeared as she now did in this searching crimson glare ; bub an expression rested upon her countenance that entirely domi nated all physical features of it.; it was indeed to my mind then, and it still is, as I think of it whilst. 1 write, a revelation of angelic spiritual beauty. You might have thought her hallowed, empowered by Heaven to witness the invisible ; for there was a look in her gaze whilst she directed her sight into the west that would have made you suppose she saw something beyond and behind those flaming gates of the sinking sun, that tilled her soul with joy. Her expression was lull of solemn delight, and her stnile was like that which glorifies tho face of one who in dying has beheld a vision of the Heaven of Cod and of tho angels opening to him. Such a smile, I have read, sweetened the mouth of the poet Pope in his dying hour. Many who have stood beside the bed of death will know the entranced look.

Captain Ladmore, who was walking the deck close by, approached us. " That is a very noble sunset," said he. "Noble indeed," exclaimed Mrs. Lee. "I have seen many splendid sunsets in Newcastle, and there is no part of the world where you will witness grander sunsets, but never did I seo such a sublime picture as yon." "Sunsets of that sort aro rare in tho tropics," said the captain. "It is noble as I have said, but I do not liko tho look of it. It has a peculiar smoky, thunderous appearance, which in plain English means change of weather." " And I hope the change will soon come," said Mrs. Lee, looking from her daughter to Captain Ladmore as though she would have him read her thoughts ; " these prolonged calms arc cruelly trying in this part of the world."

" Heaven knows I do not love prolonged calms in any part of the world," said Captain Ladmore. "The captains who visited my husband had much to tell me about tho calms down here," said Mrs. Lee. "They called them the Doldrums." Captain Ladmore smiled. "I assure you," she continued, "I would rather meet with a fierce hurricane to drive us into cool weather at the risk of our lives than sutler the continuance of such a calm as this."

Alice and I watched the sunset whilst Captain Ladmore and Mrs. Lee discoursed upon the weather. Even whilst we looked dark smoke-like masses of cloud had gathered about the huge rayless orb, and the splendour went out all on a sudden in a sort of dingy flare that floated in rusty streaks up into the darkling sky and swiftly vanished as though they had been the luminous trails of rockets. I looked at Alice. The last fuint gleam of red touched her face and then the rapid tropic twilight swept westward and the girl in it grew wan as a phantom. I felt- her shiver. " Let us return to the cabin," said I, and supported by her mother and I sho descended.

It was tho last time that Alice Lee was ever on the deck.

Tho night fulfilled the stormy threat of the sunset. It came on to blow fresh shortly after the darkness had settled down upon the sea. The stars were shrouded by flying clouds, but the moon glanced through bhe many rifts of the winging shadows, and when 1 took a peep at tho sea at half-past nine that night it was already a wild scene of stormy ocean rolling in snow, and the wilder for bho Hash of the darting moonbeam.

At ten o'clock it was blowing very hard indeed, and by midnight tho gale had risen to half a hurricane, with much lightning and thunder. I cannot remember whether or not the wind blew fair for our course; tho gale was so heavy that tho captain was forced to heave the ship to, and all through the night we lay in the trough, rolling and pitching furiously with no more canvas set than served to keop the vessel in tho situation tho captain had put her into.

I £0t no sleep that night. The noises within and without were distracting. The steerage passengers took fright, believed the ship was going down, lighted the lantern and sat at the table—that is to say, most of the men and two or three of the women ; and then by-and-byo, taking courage perhaps from the discovery that the ship continued to swim, though still not being easy enough in their minds to return to their beds, they produced a bottle of spirits and drank and made merry after their fashion, and the noise of their singing was more dreadful to hear than the sound of the storm. Nobody interfered with them ; probably nobody with power to control them know that they were awake and drinking and singing. So as I have said I got no sleep that night. As the ship lifted the cabin window out of the foaming water the black interior in which I lay would be dazzlingly illuminated by violet lightning striking on the snow-like froth upon the glass of the porthole. The sight was beautiful and terrifying. The porthole looked like a largo violet) eye winking in the blackness. I could trace the crystals of the brine apd the froth upon the glass as the window came soaring out of the seething foam into the fiery flash from the clouds. The flaming, blinking disc was as if some huge sea

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monster clung bo the side of the ship trying to peer into my cabin and unabio to keep hid eye steady at the aperture.

It blew hard all next day ; too hard to allow the ship to resume her course. The captain said it was strange weather to encounter near the equator. He had crossed the line I know nob how many times; but, said he, never had ho fallen in with such weather hereabouts. We were all willing, however, to endure the stormy buffeting for the sake of the respite it gave us from the overpowering heat. The gale was a hot wind, but the spray that clouded cooled it as the dew refreshes the breath of the Indian night. The sensation of putting one's head into the companion-way and feeling tho sweep of the spray-laden blast was delicious after tho motionless atmos phere that had pressed like hob metal against the cheek and brow.

Alice Lee seemed to rally. The saloon was full of air that rushed through it in draughts purposely contrived by leaving open one of the doors which conducted to the quarter deck ; the breeze filled the girl's berth and she appeared to revive in it, as a languishing flower lifts its head and breathes in fragrance when watered.

" Sometimes 1 think—sometimes I dare believe," poor Mrs. Lee said to me, "that if Alice has strength enough to survive the ordeal of the horrid equinoctial belt she will recover. Did not you fancy sho was looking much better this morning ? Her eyes have not the bright, glassy appearance which shocked me every timo I looked at her. And did not you notice that sho breathed with less labour, and that the red of her lips was more lifelike and healthy ? Oh, my dear, God may yet hear my prayers, and my heart is seldom silent. If this gale will blow us to the south of the equator and drive us into cooler latitudes I shall live in hope. But now we are stationary, the ship is merely tossing up and down and making no veal progress, and my dread is that when the weather breaks the calm will come again and leave us roasting." Theso observations Mrs. Lee addressed to me in the saloon as 1 was passing through it on my way from Alice's cabin to my own berth ; her words were running in my head, when, after having occupied myseif for a short time in my berth, I was returning to Alice. As I cautiously passed through tho steerage, carefully providing against a dangerous fall by keeping my arms outstretched and touching or holding whatever was nearest to mo, I saw Mr. McLwan standing at the foot of the stairs grasping the thick brass bannisters and peering about as though in search for somebody. Seen Mrs. Richards he asked.

" No," 1 answered. " Mrs. Richards," said he, "answersto the descreeption of a midshipman's chest : everything on the top and nothing at bottom. She's always aboot—she's to be ■seen everywhereand is never to be found. And how are you this roaring day ?' I told him that I was pretty well. " D'ye know that you'll be getting an eyebrow yet?" said he. " I hope so," I said. " Gi' us hold of your arm," said he ; " I'll take ye above." Without giving him hold of my arm, as ho called it, 1 said : " The improvement in Miss Lee has greatly heartened her pour mother Her hope is—" and I told him what Mrs. Lee's hope was. " Ye'ro no talker, I trust," said he.

" 1 can keep a secret," I replied. He put one hand on my shoulder, whilst he swung by the other hand that grasped the bannister. "Your poor friend, Alice Lee," he exclaimed, "will not live another fortnight." " Oh, do not say so," I cried. "One lung is "useless; the other is so hampered that it scarcely enables her to pump in air enough for life. How can she live? And why are these puir creatures — men and women—girls and boys—brought to sea to die? that they may be thrown overboard in mid-ocean? Of course no cruelty is meantnot likely that any cruelty can be meant; but what greater cruelty would ye have people guilty of than to wait till a puir consumptive creature is past all hope, and then bring her to sea in a ship that is never steady, with food that she may not fancy but that they cannot replace by what she could eat, subjecting her to twenty climates in a month, when one climate may prove too much for her ? 1 am very sorry to say that medical men are much too much given to recommending sea voyages for consumptive people when they know that a sea voyage can do them no good. But the doctor conies to tho end of his tether. 'I carina save this patient,' says he to himself, and so he sends the puir thing on a voyage. Hark you now the rolling of this ship. D'ye feel how she heaves and bounds, and d'ye hear how the wind roars in the rigging, and how all these bulkheads yawl and squall, as though there was another massacre of the innocents going on down here? Yes, ye hear it and ye feel it; ask yoursel' then if your friend Alice Leo ought to be here instead of ashore—here instead of lying in a comfortable room upon a steady couch with every comfort which her mother's purse could command within reach of her. She'll not live another fortnight, I tell you. Where's Mrs. Richards? No matter. Gi' us hold of your arm that I may save ye a broken neck."

His language so grieved me that when I had gained the saloon I was without heart to immediately enter Alice's berth. Mr. McEwan was a man of intelligence, and I might be sure knew what he was talking about. His roughness, amounting almost to brutality, seemed like the strong language and violent demeanour of that fine creation, Matthew Bramble, merely designed bo conceal a thoroughly kind heart ; and tho note of true sympathetic feeling which ran through his rough words and harsh pronunciation accentuated his prediction to my fears and to my love for Alice Leo.

1 seated myself on a sofa at the end of the saloon, where I found a book, which I placed on my lap and feigned to read. A few of the passengers sat here and there ; most of the people were in their berths, and those who were present wero chiefly in no humour for conversation. Half-an-hour-passed in this way, by which timo I had somewhat settled my spirits, and walking with exceeding caution to the Lees' berth, I lightly tapped upon the door of it.

The door was opened by Mrs. Leo, who put her finger upon her lip. The gesture signified that Alice was sleeping, and giving her a nod I passed on to the forward end of tho saloon that I might obtain a view of the rolling, straining ship and the huge frothing sea rushing from under her. I steppe! out into a recess on the quarterdeck formed by tho projection of the cabin on either hand, and by the overshot extremity of tho poop deck. This recess provided a shelter from the gale which was howling over the bulwarks and splitting in ringing, piercing whistlings upon the complicated shrouds and gear; and in a corner of it—of the recess I mean— squatted the gipsy woman. She was smoking a little sooty clay pipe, tho bowl of which was upside down.

She was alone; a few of tho emigrants wero crouching on the lee or sheltered side of the houso called the galley, in which tho food was cooked, otherwise the decks were deserted. As tho ship rolled to tho wind the huge seas in masses of cloudy grey water charged at her as though they must thunder in mighty falls over the rail ; but the noble fabric rose with dry decks and screaming rigging to tho wash of each foaming mountain, letting it run away from her in a huge streaming sheet of white, and the wild expiring foam hissed in the gale with the noise of an electric storm of web and hail falling upon a calm sea.

The gipsy woman pulled the pipe out of her mouth and gave me a nod with a wide grin of her white, strong teeth. Though her appearance was sufficiently fierce and disagreeable to occasion an instinctive recoil, yet, remembering whatshe had told me, and how what she had told me was confirmed by some strong secret instinct or feeling within me, and by Mrs. Lee's conjectures or suspicions, I resolved to talk with her awhile ; and giving her a nod by way of returning her salutation I stepped to her side, motioning with my hand that she should keep seated, and when I had drawn close enough to hear her speak I crouched against the saloon front bo prevent myself from being thrown.

" Do you want some more of your fortune told, my pretty lady ?" said the woman, knocking the ashes out of her pipe and putting it in her pocket. " No, I wish to hear no more of my fortune," I answered.

"I am glad of that," said she. "I have told you all I know, and if I was to tell you more I should have to speak what is not the truth."

" I do nob want any more of my fortune told," said I, " but I wish to ask you certain questions, which I dare say you will answer," and as I spoke I pub my hand in my pocket and pulled out my purse, from which I extracted a shilling. She took the shilling and looked at the purse and said, speaking naturally—that is to say without the drawling and whining tone which she had employed when addressing the passengers: " Is that your purse, lady ?" " Yes," said I. " Did it come with you into this ship?" "Yes." " Let me look at it, lady ?" Site turned it about, examined the money in it, looked at the purse again, then returning it to mo exclaimed, " This is English." " How do you know?" said I. "I know many things," she answered, "and one thing I know is that that purse was made in England." " Well ?" said I, finding that she did not proceed in her speech. " Well?" sho echoed. " What would you think, lady, if you was to meet out upon the sea with a female woman who did not know from what country she came and who had in her pocket a purse made in England with English money in it, and who likewise had in her mouth good English such as you speaks? What would you think ?" "I would think that she was English," said I. " And you are English," sho exclaimed. "It does not help me to know that," cried I She stared into my eyo3 bub made no answer. " When you told my fortune," said I, you said that I was a married woman. Since then feelings and fancies have visited me which make me beiieve you are right. Now, I want to know how you guessed tha I was a married woman ?" " We do nab guess, we see," answered the gipsy. " Pray do not balk nonsense, but converse with me without any idea of fortune-telling. You looked at me and knew me bo be a married woman. Plenty of others had looked at mo, but none declared me to be a married woman saving you. Tell mo then what you saw in mo to enable you to decide that 1 was a married woman?" " You are nob only a married woman," she answered, "you are also a mother." " How can you tell that by looking at me ?" I cried, passionately. She smiled, but with nothing of her former cringing and fawning expression. Her brilliant eyes seemed to flame into initio as she fixed them upon me. " Why should I teach you my art?" said she. " But even if I was willing to teach it, I could not make you understand it. There are some who can see clear writing upon what would be white paper to you ami the likes of you, lady. There is that in your face which makes me know what I tell you. But look at yourself in a lookingglass whilst I stand behind and point to what I see, and what will you behold? Nothing but your face, just as it is." " And you can read that I am a mother ?" " Yes, yes," sho answered with such energy as made the nod she gave fierce. " Tell mo all that you can read ?" said I, questioning her, not, believe me, because 1 was credulous enough to concoive that she was anything more than a commonplace, lying fortune-teller, but because I hoped she would be able to tell me something to strengthen my own secret-growing fancies and feelings. '• You want me to tell your fortune again, lady," said she, " but have I not said I must invent if I speaks more ?" "I do not want tny fortune told. I wish you to make certain guesses. You are shrewd, and a sitigle guess of yours might throw a light, upon my mind ; and if you can give me back my memory, whatever it may be in my power to do for you shall be done." She glared at me as though she was used to promises, and disdained them. " What shall I guess, lady she asked. "If I have children, what will bo their age ?" She stared close into my face with so fierce and piercing a gaza that nothing but. the excitement of my curiosity hindered me from rising and widening my distance from her. '• What will bo their age ? What will be their age she muttered, passing her hand over my face without touching it; "why, whether they aro living or dead they will be young, ami the youngest will bo an infant not eighteen months old, and the eldest will not yet bo six. You will find that right." She watched me with a surly smile whilst [ turned my eyes inwards and underwent one of my old, terrible, dark conflicts. Presently I raised my eyes to her face and said, " How many children do you guess I have?" "Guess! guess!" sho answered; then once more advancing her face close to mine .she looked at me, drew back, and said, you have two children." "If I am a married woman—why do I not wear a wedding ring?" said I, not choosing to venture the word guess again. That was a portion of the fortune I told you," said she. " There are thieves at sea, as there are thieves on land. Your rings were stolen." " Why did nob the thieves steal my purse ?" "Was I there to see?" sho exclaimed, hunching her shoulders. " Why did they not steal your clothes Why did they not take your life? You are a married woman, I say, and you should wear a ring according to the custom of your country, and if you have not a ring it is because it was stolen." She spoke with as much emphasis as though she positively knew that what sho stated was the fact. I was influenced by her ; I could not help myself; had she possessed a plain English face my good sense must have ridiculed her pretensions as a sybil even though she spoke things which seemed to find a dull, hollow echo in the dark recesses of my mind. But her black Eastern eyes wero full of fire, and eager and piercing with a sort of wild intelligence that was scarcely human ; her speech took weight and significance from the strange, fierce, repellant expression of her face; there was a kind of fascination too in her manner of staring into my eyes, in her way of passing hoi- hand over my face. " If I have a husband and children shall I over see them again ?" said I. " You forget what I said when I told you your fortune, lady," sho answered. " You spoke about knowing," said I. " You have a set of tales by heart, and you call thetn fortunes." " I am a gipsy and can read baji," cried the woman with her eyes beginning to flash. " Many fortunes have I told in my time and many prophecies have I delivered which have come to pass. Do not 1 read what you are ? When you wore walking the deck with tho lady and I was sitting there," said she, pointing, " I looked at you and said to myself, Let me seo into her eyes and let me look at her hand and I will tell her much that is not in jier memory." " Are you a mother?" said I. " I have had my bantlings," she answered, sullenly. " They went home long ago." " What do you mean ?" "They lies dead and buried," said she. "What other homes have us poor gipsies and our bantlings got but tho grave The likes of you goes to Heaven, lady, the likes of us don't carry our thoughts so high. I wish I was at home with ray bantlings, I do, instead of living to be a lone woman crossing the seas—" Her voice failed her, and pulling her little black pipe out from her pocket she dashed it on to the deck with a face of fury, and then with a harsh and hideous voice began to sing some strange gibberish, which, to judge by the expression in her eye, might very well have been a string of curses. Her looks and behaviour alarmed mo, and without exchanging another word with her I rose and re-entered the saloon. [To be continued.]