CHAPTER XIV
The Inventory -- Night -- A few Letters -- Continuation of the Search -- Plants and Animals -- Herbert in great Danger -- On Board -- The Departure -- Bad Weather -- A Gleam of Reason -- Lost on the Sea -- A timely Light.
Pencroft, Herbert, and Gideon Spilett remained silent in the midst ofthe darkness.
Pencroft shouted loudly.
No reply was made.
The sailor then struck a light and set fire to a twig. This lightedfor a minute a small room, which appeared perfectly empty. At the backwas a rude fireplace, with a few cold cinders, supporting an armful ofdry wood. Pencroft threw the blazing twig on it, the wood cracked andgave forth a bright light.
The sailor and his two companions then perceived a disordered bed, ofwhich the damp and yellow coverlets proved that it had not been usedfor a long time. In the corner of the fireplace were two kettles,covered with rust, and an overthrown pot. A cupboard, with a fewmouldy sailor's clothes; on the table a tin plate and a Bible, eatenaway by damp; in a corner a few tools, a spade, pickaxe, twofowling-pieces, one of which was broken; on a plank, forming a shelf,stood a barrel of powder, still untouched, a barrel of shot, andseveral boxes of caps, all thickly covered with dust, accumulated,perhaps, by many long years.
"There is no one here," said the reporter.
"No one," replied Pencroft.
"It is a long time since this room has been inhabited," observedHerbert.
"Yes, a very long time!" answered the reporter.
"Mr. Spilett," then said Pencroft, "instead of returning on board, Ithink that it would be well to pass the night in this hut."
"You are right, Pencroft," answered Gideon Spilett, "and if its ownerreturns, well! perhaps he will not be sorry to find the place takenpossession of."
"He will not return," said the sailor, shaking his head.
"You think that he has quitted the island?" asked the reporter.
"If he had quitted the island he would have taken away his weapons andhis tools," replied Pencroft. "You know the value which castaways seton such articles as these, the last remains of a wreck? No! no!"repeated the sailor, in a tone of conviction, "no, he has not left theisland! If he had escaped in a boat made by himself, he would stillless have left these indispensable and necessary articles. No! he ison the island!"
"Living?" asked Herbert.
"Living or dead. But if he is dead, I suppose he has not buriedhimself, and so we shall at least find his remains!"
It was then agreed that the night should be passed in the deserteddwelling, and a store of wood found in a corner was sufficient to warmit. The door closed, Pencroft, Herbert, and Spilett remained there,seated on a bench, talking little but wondering much. They were in aframe of mind to imagine anything or expect anything. They listenedeagerly for sounds outside. The door might have opened suddenly, and aman presented himself to them without their being in the leastsurprised, notwithstanding all that the hut revealed of abandonment,and they had their hands ready to press the hands of this man, thiscastaway, this unknown friend, for whom friends were waiting.
But no voice was heard, the door did not open. The hours thus passedaway.
How long the night appeared to the sailor and his companions! Herbertalone slept for two hours, for at his age sleep is a necessity. Theywere all three anxious to continue their exploration of the daybefore, and to search the most secret recesses of the islet! Theinferences deduced by Pencroft were perfectly reasonable, and it wasnearly certain that, as the hut was deserted, and the tools, utensils,and weapons were still there, the owner had succumbed. It was agreed,therefore, that they should search for his remains, and give them atleast Christian burial.
Day dawned; Pencroft and his companions immediately proceeded tosurvey the dwelling. It had certainly been built in a favourablesituation, at the back of a little hill, sheltered by five or sixmagnificent gum trees. Before its front and through the trees the axehad prepared a wide clearing, which allowed the view to extend to thesea. Beyond a lawn, surrounded by a wooden fence falling to pieces,was the shore, on the left of which was the mouth of the stream.
The hut had been built of planks, and it was easy to see that theseplanks had been obtained from the hull or deck of a ship. It wasprobable that a disabled vessel had been cast on the coast of theisland, that one at least of the crew had been saved, and that bymeans of the wreck this man, having tools at his disposal, had builtthe dwelling.
And this became still more evident when Gideon Spilett, after havingwalked round the hut, saw on a plank, probably one of those which hadformed the armour of the wrecked vessel, these letters already halfeffaced:--
"Br--tan--a."
"Britannia," exclaimed Pencroft, whom the reporter had called; "it isa common name for ships, and I could not say if she was English orAmerican!"
"It matters very little, Pencroft!"
"Very little indeed," answered the sailor; "and we will save thesurvivor of her crew if he is still living, to whatever country he maybelong. But before beginning our search again let us go on board the_Bonadventure_."
A sort of uneasiness had seized Pencroft upon the subject of hisvessel. Should the island be inhabited after all, and should some onehave taken possession of her? But he shrugged his shoulders at such anunreasonable supposition. At any rate the sailor was not sorry to goto breakfast on board. The road already trodden was not long, scarcelya mile. They set out on their walk, gazing into the wood and thicketsthrough which goats and pigs fled in hundreds.
Twenty minutes after leaving the hut Pencroft and his companionsreached the western coast of the island, and saw the _Bonadventure_held fast by her anchor, which was buried deep in the sand.
Pencroft could not restrain a sigh of satisfaction. After all thisvessel was his child, and it is the right of fathers to be oftenuneasy when there is no occasion for it.
They returned on board, breakfasted, so that it should not benecessary to dine until very late; then the repast being ended, theexploration was continued and conducted with the most minute care.Indeed, it was very probable that the only inhabitant of the islandhad perished. It was therefore more for the traces of a dead than of aliving man that Pencroft and his companions searched. But theirsearches were vain, and during the half of that day they sought to nopurpose among the thickets of trees which covered the islet. There wasthen scarcely any doubt that, if the castaway was dead, no trace ofhis body now remained, but that some wild beast had probably devouredit to the last bone.
"We will set off to-morrow at daybreak," said Pencroft to his twocompanions, as about two o'clock they were resting for a few minutesunder the shade of a clump of firs.
"I should think that we might without scruple take the utensils whichbelonged to the castaway," added Herbert.
"I think so too," returned Gideon Spilett; "and these arms and toolswill make up the stores of Granite House. The supply of powder andshot is also most important."
"Yes," replied Pencroft; "but we must not forget to capture a coupleor two of those pigs, of which Lincoln Island is destitute--"
"Nor to gather those seeds," added Herbert, "which will give us allthe vegetables of the Old and the New Worlds."
"Then perhaps it would be best," said the reporter, "to remain a daylonger on Tabor Island, so as to collect all that may be useful tous."
"No, Mr. Spilett," answered Pencroft, "I will ask you to set offto-morrow at daybreak. The wind seems to me to be likely to shift tothe west, and after having had a fair wind for coming we shall have afair wind for going back."
"Then do not let us lose time," said Herbert, rising.
"We won't waste time," returned Pencroft. "You, Herbert, go and gatherthe seeds, which you know better than we do. Whilst you do that, Mr.Spilett and I will go and have a pig hunt, and even without Top I hopewe shall manage to catch a few!"
Herbert accordingly took the path which led towards the cultivatedpart of the islet, whilst the sailor and the report
er entered theforest.
Many specimens of the porcine race fled before them, and theseanimals, which were singularly active, did not appear to be in ahumour to allow themselves to be approached.
However, after an hour's chase, the hunters had just managed to gethold of a couple lying in a thicket, when cries were heard resoundingfrom the north part of the island. With the cries were mingledterrible yells, in which there was nothing human.
Pencroft and Gideon Spilett were at once on their feet, and the pigsby this movement began to run away, at the moment when the sailor wasgetting ready the rope to bind them.
"That's Herbert's voice," said the reporter.
"Run!" exclaimed Pencroft.
And the sailor and Spilett immediately ran at full speed towards thespot from whence the cries proceeded.
They did well to hasten, for at a turn of the path near a clearingthey saw the lad thrown on the ground and in the grasp of a savagebeing, apparently a gigantic ape, who was about to do him some greatharm.
To rush on this monster, throw him on the ground in his turn, snatchHerbert from him, then bind him securely, was the work of a minute forPencroft and Gideon Spilett. The sailor was of Herculean strength, thereporter also very powerful, and in spite of the monster's resistancehe was firmly tied so that he could not even move.
"You are not hurt, Herbert," asked Spilett.
"No, no!"
"Oh, if this ape had wounded him!" exclaimed Pencroft.
"But he is not an ape," answered Herbert.
At these words Pencroft and Gideon Spilett looked at the singularbeing who lay on the ground. Indeed it was not an ape, it was a humanbeing, a man. But what a man! A savage in all the horrible acceptationof the word, and so much the more frightful that he seemed fallen tothe lowest degree of brutishness!
HERBERT IN DANGER]
Shaggy hair, untrimmed beard descending to the chest, the body almostnaked except a rag round the waist, wild eyes, enormous hands withimmensely long nails, skin the colour of mahogany, feet as hard as ifmade of horn,--such was the miserable creature who yet had a claim tobe called a man. But it might justly be asked if there were yet a soulin this body, or if the brute instinct alone survived in it!
"Are you quite sure that this is a man, or that he has ever been one?"said Pencroft to the reporter.
"Alas! there is no doubt about it," replied Spilett.
"Then this must be the castaway?" asked Herbert.
"Yes," replied Gideon Spilett, "but the unfortunate man has no longeranything human about him!"
The reporter spoke the truth. It was evident that if the castaway hadever been a civilised being, solitude had made him a savage, or worse,perhaps a regular man of the woods. Hoarse sounds issued from histhroat between his teeth, which were sharp as the teeth of a wildbeast made to tear raw flesh.
Memory must have deserted him long before, and for a long time also hehad forgotten how to use his gun and tools, and he no longer knew howto make a fire! It could be seen that he was active and powerful, butthe physical qualities had been developed in him to the injury of themoral qualities. Gideon Spilett spoke to him. He did not appear tounderstand or even to hear. And yet on looking into his eyes, thereporter thought he could see that all reason was not extinguished inhim. However, the prisoner did not struggle, nor even attempt to breakhis bonds. Was he overwhelmed by the presence of men whose fellow hehad once been? Had he found in some corner of his brain a fleetingremembrance which recalled him to humanity? If free, would he attemptto fly, or would he remain? They could not tell, but they did not makethe experiment; and after gazing attentively at the miserablecreature,--
"Whoever he may be," remarked Gideon Spilett; "whoever he may havebeen, and whatever he may become, it is our duty to take him with usto Lincoln Island."
"Yes, yes!" replied Herbert; "and perhaps with care we may arouse inhim some gleam of intelligence."
"The soul does not die," said the reporter; "and it would be a greatsatisfaction to rescue one of God's creatures from brutishness."
Pencroft shook his head doubtfully.
"We must try at any rate," returned the reporter; "humanity commandsus."
It was indeed their duty as Christians and civilised beings. All threefelt this, and they well knew that Cyrus Harding would approve oftheir acting thus.
"Shall we leave him bound?" asked the sailor.
"Perhaps he would walk if his feet were unfastened," said Herbert.
"Let us try," replied Pencroft.
The cords which shackled the prisoner's feet were cut off, but hisarms remained securely fastened. He got up by himself and did notmanifest any desire to run away. His hard eyes darted a piercingglance at the three men, who walked near him, but nothing denoted thathe recollected being their fellow, or at least having been so. Acontinual hissing sound issued from his lips, his aspect was wild, buthe did not attempt to resist.
By the reporter's advice the unfortunate man was taken to the hut.Perhaps the sight of the things that belonged to him would make someimpression on him! Perhaps a spark would be sufficient to revive hisobscured intellect, to rekindle his dulled soul. The dwelling was notfar off. In a few minutes they arrived there, but the prisonerremembered nothing, and it appeared that he had lost consciousness ofeverything.
What could they think of the degree of brutishness into which thismiserable being had fallen, unless that his imprisonment on the isletdated from a very distant period, and after having arrived there arational being solitude had reduced him to this condition.
The reporter then thought that perhaps the sight of fire would havesome effect on him, and in a moment one of those beautiful flames,that attract even animals, blazed up on the hearth. The sight of theflame seemed at first to fix the attention of the unhappy object, butsoon he turned away and the look of intelligence faded. Evidentlythere was nothing to be done, for the time at least, but to take himon board the _Bonadventure_. This was done, and he remained there inPencroft's charge.
Herbert and Spilett returned to finish their work; and some hoursafter they came back to the shore, carrying the utensils and guns, astore of vegetables, of seeds, some game, and two couple of pigs.
All was embarked, and the _Bonadventure_ was ready to weigh anchor andsail with the morning tide.
The prisoner had been placed in the fore cabin, where he remainedquiet, silent, apparently deaf and dumb.
Pencroft offered him something to eat, but he pushed away the cookedmeat that was presented to him and which doubtless did not suit him.But on the sailor showing him one of the ducks which Herbert hadkilled, he pounced on it like a wild beast, and devoured it greedily.
"You think that he will recover his senses?" asked Pencroft. "It isnot impossible that our care will have an effect upon him, for it issolitude that has made him what he is, and from this time forward hewill be no longer alone."
"The poor man must no doubt have been in this state for a long time,"said Herbert.
"Perhaps," answered Gideon Spilett.
"About what age is he?" asked the lad.
"It is difficult to say," replied the reporter; "for it is impossibleto see his features under the thick beard which covers his face; buthe is no longer young, and I suppose he might be about fifty."
"Have you noticed, Mr. Spilett, how deeply sunk his eyes are?" askedHerbert.
"Yes, Herbert; but I must add that they are more human than one couldexpect from his appearance."
"However, we shall see," replied Pencroft; "and I am anxious to knowwhat opinion Captain Harding will have of our savage. We went to lookfor a human creature, and we are bringing back a monster! After all wedid what we could."
The night passed, and whether the prisoner slept or not could not beknown; but at any rate, although he had been unbound, he did not move.He was like a wild animal, which appears stunned at first by itscapture, and becomes wild again afterwards.
At daybreak the next morning, the 15th of October, the change ofweather predicted by Pencrof
t occurred. The wind having shifted to thenorth-west favoured the return of the _Bonadventure_, but at the sametime it freshened, which would render navigation more difficult.
At five o'clock in the morning the anchor was weighed. Pencroft took areef in the mainsail, and steered towards the north-east, so as tosail straight for Lincoln Island.
The first day of the voyage was not marked by any incident. Theprisoner remained quiet in the fore-cabin, and as he had been a sailorit appeared that the motion of the vessel might produce on him asalutary reaction. Did some recollection of his former calling returnto him? However that might be he remained tranquil, astonished ratherthan depressed.
The next day the wind increased, blowing more from the north,consequently in a less favourable direction for the _Bonadventure_.Pencroft was soon obliged to sail close-hauled, and without sayinganything about it he began to be uneasy at the state of the sea, whichfrequently broke over the bows. Certainly, if the wind did notmoderate, it would take a longer time to reach Lincoln Island than ithad taken to make Tabor Island.
Indeed, on the morning of the 17th, the _Bonadventure_ had beenforty-eight hours at sea, and nothing showed that she was near theisland. It was impossible, besides, to estimate the distancetraversed, or to trust to the reckoning for the direction, as thespeed had been very irregular.
Twenty-four hours after there was yet no land in sight. The wind wasright ahead and the sea very heavy. The sails were close-reefed, andthey tacked frequently. On the 18th, a wave swept completely over the_Bonadventure;_ and if the crew had not taken the precaution oflashing themselves to the deck, they would have been carried away.
On this occasion Pencroft and his companions, who were occupied withloosing themselves, received unexpected aid from the prisoner, whoemerged from the hatchway as if his sailor's instinct had suddenlyreturned, broke a piece out of the bulwarks with a spar so as to letthe water which filled the deck escape. Then the vessel being clear,he descended to his cabin without having uttered a word. Pencroft,Gideon Spilett, and Herbert, greatly astonished, let him proceed.
Their situation was truly serious, and the sailor had reason to fearthat he was lost on the wide sea without any possibility of recoveringhis course.
The night was dark and cold. However, about eleven o'clock, the windfell, the sea went down, and the speed of the vessel, as she labouredless, greatly increased.
Neither Pencroft, Spilett, nor Herbert thought of taking an hour'ssleep. They kept a sharp look-out, for either Lincoln Islandcould not be far distant and would be sighted at daybreak, or the_Bonadventure_, carried away by currents, had drifted so much that itwould be impossible to rectify her course. Pencroft, uneasy to thelast degree, yet did not despair, for he had a gallant heart, andgrasping the tiller he anxiously endeavoured to pierce the darknesswhich surrounded them.
About two o'clock in the morning he started forward,--
"A light! a light!" he shouted.
Indeed, a bright light appeared twenty miles to the north-east.Lincoln Island was there, and this fire, evidently lighted by CyrusHarding, showed them the course to be followed. Pencroft, who wasbearing too much to the north, altered his course and steered towardsthe fire, which burned brightly above the horizon like a star of thefirst magnitude.
A LIGHT! A LIGHT!]