Chapter XX.

Otago Witness, Issue 1915, 3 August 1888, Page 29

Chapter XX.

Imogene Says She Will Trust Me. HALF HOUR passed, and during that time I had sufficiently recovered from the distiessful croak of the parrot to wonder, as any sailor would, how the ship was navigated ; for I could not doubt that the clock kept pretty close to the true time, since the easting and westing made by the ship was small, never, perhaps, exceeding 10 degrees; and the circumstance of noon having struck set me wondering in what fashion the captain and mates navigated the ship, whether they used the cross-staff, or relied on dead reckoning, or were supernaturally conned.

At half-past 12 arrived Prins, to prepare the table for dinner. I was so dull that his coming was extiemely welcome, and I watched him go about his work *? ith interest, not, perhaps, unmixed with fear. Out of the great drawer under the table he withdrew the cloth, knives, forks, silver goblets, and the like, which had been set out for breakfast; but his movements were those of a marionette rather than a man's, he scarcely looked at wkal he did, putting a goblet here, and a knife and fork there, and so on, with the lifeless air of an object controlled by mechanism. Small won3er that the unhappy wretch should know his business ! He had been at it long enough ! Yet it wrung my heart to watch him and to think that he would still be arrangirg the cabin tables, and attending upon Vanderdecken and his mates hen Heaven alone knows how many times

the wave of civilisation should have followed the sun round the globe, and how often our British islands should have lapsed into their ancient savageness and emerged again. Whilst he was at this work, Miss Dudley stepped out of her cabin. She came to a stand, not instantly recognising me in my own clothes, but quickly satisfying herself, she advanced with a smile and sat down near me, with no further sign of timidity than a slight blush which greatly heightened her beauty. " Where is Captain Vanderdecken ? " said she.

" I left him on deck three-quarters of an hour since," 1 answered. "We were talking when he suddenly broke off, and I should have supposed him in a fit bnt for his erect posture and the fiery life in his eyes." " This happens to them all," said she, " as you will find out. I do not know what it means or why it should be."

" Possibly," I exclaimed, recalling the conjecture I have already written down, " the death in them grows too strong, at periods, for the power that sustains them, be it demoniac or not ; and then follows a failure of the vitality of the body, which yet leaves the spirit — as one sees it flashing in Vanderdecken's. eyes — strong enough to recover the corporeal forces from their languor.. But how terrible is all this for you to be living familiarly with ! — the sweet, fresh, human life of the world, your beauty would adorn and gladden, hidden from you behind the melancholy sea-line, and the passage of months, yes, and of years, finding you still aimlessly beating about these waters, with no better companions than beings more frightful in their shapes and behaviour as men than were they phantoms which the hand could not grasp and whose texture the eye can pierce.

" What can I do, Mr Fenton 1 Captain Vanderdecken will not part with me. How can I escape?" she cried, with her eyes brimming. "If I cast myself overboard, it would be to drown ! if I succeed in gaining the shore when we anchored near to the coast, it would be either to perish upon the broiling sands, or be destroyed by wild beasts, or be seized by the natives and carried into captivity." "But if a chance offered to make good your escape without the risks you name, would you seize it ?"

" Oh, yes ! "

" Well," said I, speaking with such tenderness and feeling, such a glow and yearning in my heart that you would say the tiny seed of love in my breast, watered by her tears, was budding with the swiftness of each glance at her into flower, " whilst I have been sitting melancholy and alone, I have turned over in my mind how I am to deliver you from this dreadful situation. No scheme as yet offers, but will you trust me as an English sailor to find a means to outwit these Dutchmen, ay, though the Devil himself kept watch when they were abed ? . . One moment, Miss Dudley— forgive me, it had not been my intention to touch upon this matter until time had enabled you to form some judgment of me. But when two are of the same mind, and the pit thafhas to be jumped is a deep one, it would be mere foppery in me to stand on the brink with you, chattering like a Frenchman about anything else sooner than speak out and to the point as a plain seaman should."

"Mr Fenton," she answered, " I will trust you. If you can see a way to escape from this ship, I will aid you to the utmost of my strength and accompany you. You are a sailor ; my father was of that calling, and as an English seaman you shall have my full faith."

It was not only the words, but her pretty voice, her sparkling eyes, her earnest gaze, the expression of hope that lighted up her face with the radiance of a smile rather than of a smile itself, which rendered what she said delightful to me. I answered, " Depend upon it, your faith will animate me, and it will be strange if you are not in England before many months, nay, let me say weeks, are passed." Here leaning her oheek in her hand she looked down into her lap with a wistful sadness in her eyes.

Not conceiving what was passing in her mind, 1 said, " Whatever scheme I hit upon will take time. But what are a few months compared with years on board this ship — years which only death can end 1"

" Oh 1" she answered, looking at me fully, but with a darkness of tears upon those violet lights, "I don't doubt your ability to escape, and rescue me, nor was I thinking of the time it would require or how long it may be before we see England. What troubles me is to feel when in England — if it please God to suffer me to set foot once more upon that dear soil— l shall have no friend to turn to." I was about to speak ; but she proceeded, her eyes brimming afresh: " Jt is rare that a girl finds herself in my situation. Both my father and mother were only children and orphans when they married, my mother living with a clergyman and his wife at Rotherhithe as governess to their children when my father met her. The clergyman and his lady are long since dead. But weie they living they would not be persons I should apply to for help and counsel, since my mother often spoke of them as harsh, mean people. The few relations cm my mother's side died off ; on my father's side there was— perhaps there yet is — an uncle who settled in Virginia and did pretty well there. But I should have to go to that country to seek him, with the chance of finding him dead. Thus you see how friendless I am, Mr Fenton."

" You are not one of those who remain friendless in this world," said I, softly, for can you marvel that a young man's heart will beat quickly when such a beauty as Imogene Dudley is, tells him to his face that she is friendless. " I implore you.'" I added, " not to suffer any reflection of this sort to sadden or swerve you in your determination to leave this ship " "No, nol" she interrupted, "It will not do that. Better to dio of famine amonc;- the green meadows at home thiin— Oh!" she .cried, with hysterical vehemence, " how sweet will be the sight of flowers to me, of English trees, and hedges blooming with briar roses and honeysuckles. This dreadful life!" she clasped her hands with a sudden passionate raising of her eyes, [' these roaring seas, the constant screaming of the wind that bates its tones only to make a desolate moaning, the company {of ghost-like men,

the^fearful sense of being in a ship upon which has fallen the wrath of the majesty of God!— Oh! indeed, indeed it must end I" and burying her face in her hands she wept most grievously, sobbing aloud. " What will end, mynheer 1 And what is it that causes thee, Imogene, to weep?" exclaimed the deep vibratory voice of Vanderdecken.

I started, and found this great figure erect behind me, a certain inquisitiveness in the expression of his face, and much of the light shining in his eyes that I had remarked when he fell into that posture of trance I have spoken of. I -answered as readily as soy knowledge of his tongue permitted: "Miss Dudley weeps, sir, because this gale, as others have befoie, retards the passage of your ship to Amsterdam ; and 'tis perfectly natural, consistent, indeed, with the wishes of all men in the Braave, that she should wish the baulking storm at an end." He came round to his high-backed chair and seated himself, and, putting his arm along the table, gently took Imogene's wrist, and softly pulled her hand away from her face, wet with her tears, saying, " My dear, your fellow-countryman is right : it is the sorrow of every creature here that this gale should blow us backwards, and so delay our return ; but what is more capricious than the wind 1 This storm will presently pass, and it will be strange," he added, with a sudden scowl darkening his brow, and letting go Miss Dudley's hand as he spoke, "if next time we do not thrust the Braave into an ocean where these north-westers make way for the string trade wind that blows from the south-east."

She dried her eyes and forced a smile, acting a part, as I did ; that is to say she did not wish he should suspect her grief went deeper than I had explained ; though I could not help observing that in directing her wet, sweet, violet eyes, with her mouth shaped to a smile, upon him, a plaintive gratitude underlay her manner, an admixture of pity and affection, the exhibition of which made me very sure of the quality of her heart.

To carry Vanderdecken's thoughts away from the subject he supposed Miss Dudley and I had been speaking abdut, I asked her in Dutch what she had been doing with herself since breakfast. She answered in the same language that she had been lying down.

" Have you books ? " said I.

" A few that belong to the captain. Some are in French and I cannot read them. The others are in Dutch. There is also a collection of English poetry, some of which is beautiful, and I know many verses by heart." . < " Are these works pretty new ? " said I. She answered, " Of various years ;-I think the newest is dated 1G47."

"Ay," K<nd Vanderdecken, "that will be my friend PAoys Van Treslong's book upon the tulip-madness."

Finding him willing to converse I was extremely fretted to discover that owing to my ignorance of the literature and art of his time, I could not " bring him out," as the phrase runs, for looking into the Batavian story since, I find scores of matters he could have told me about, such as the building of ships at Hoorn, the customs of the people, the tulip-madness he had mentioned, the great men, such as Jan Six, Rembrant, Jan Steen, Van Campen, who designed the Stadhuis, and others, some of whom — as happened in the case of the great Willem Schouten— he may have known and haply smoked pipes of tobacco with.

Be this as it may. We had got back again to the gale when Prins broughtin the dinner, and in a few minutes arrived the mate, Van Vogelaar, whereupon we fell to the meal, Imogene saying very little and often regarding me with a thoughtful face and- earnest eyes, as though, after the maiden's way in such matters, she was searching me, I taciturn, the mate sullen in expression and silent, as his death-like face would advertise the beholder to suppose him ever to be, and Vanderdecken breaking at intervals from the deep musing fit he fell into, to invite me to eat or drink with an air of incomparable dignity, hardened as it was by its eternal sternness and fierceness.

At this meal I found the food to be much the same as that with which we had broken our fast. But in addition there was a roasted fowl and a large ham ; and into each silver goblet Prins poured a draught of sherry a very soft and mellow wine— which I suppose Vanderdecken had come by through thesame means which enabled him to obtain ceats for his own and his men's backs, and ropes for his masts and sails, and brandy and gin for his stone jars— that is, by overhauling wrecks and pillaging derelicts ; for certainly strong waters were not to be got by lying off the coast and going a-hunting. Yet though the wine put a pleasant warmth into my veins, insomuch that 1 could have talked freely but for the depressing influence of the captain and his mate, them it no more cheered and heartened, it gave them no more life and spirit than had they been urns filled with dust into which the generous liquor had been poured. Several times, indeed, whilst I was on board that ship, have I seen Vanderdecken, Vogelaar, and Arents swallow such draughts of punch out of bowls, as would have laid me senseless in five minutes, yet these capacious jorums gave rise in them to not the least signs of jollity; as, indeed, how should it have been otherwise, for their brains were dead to all but the supernatural influerice that kept them moving dead as the works of a going watch— and what is there in the fumes of wine to disorder embodied ghosts ?