<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XIX" id="CHAPTER_XIX"></SPAN>CHAPTER XIX</h2>
<div class="blockquot"><p>Recollections of their Native Land—Probable Future—Project for
surveying the Coasts of the Island—Departure on the 16th of
April—Sea-view of Reptile End—The basaltic Rocks of the Western
Coast—Bad Weather—Night comes on—New Incident.</p>
</div>
<p>Two years already! and for two years the colonists had had no
communication with their fellow-creatures! They were without news from
the civilised world, lost on this island, as completely as if they had
been on the most minute star of the celestial hemisphere!</p>
<p>What was now happening in their country? The picture of their native
land was always before their eyes, the land torn by civil war at the
time they left it, and which the Southern rebellion was perhaps still
staining with blood! It was a great sorrow to them, and they often
talked together of these things, without ever doubting however that the
cause of the North must triumph, for the honour of the American
Confederation.</p>
<p>During these two years not a vessel had passed in sight of the island;
or, at least, not a sail had been seen. It was evident that Lincoln
Island was out of the usual track, and also that it was unknown,—as was
besides proved by the maps,—for though there was no port, vessels might
have visited it for the purpose of renewing their store of water. But
the surrounding ocean was deserted as far as the eye could reach, and
the colonists must rely on themselves for regaining their native land.</p>
<p>However, one chance of rescue existed, and this chance was discussed one
day in the first week of April, when the colonists were gathered
together in the dining-room of Granite House.</p>
<p>They had been talking of America, of their native country, which they
had so little hope of ever seeing again.</p>
<p>"Decidedly we have only one way," said Spilett, "one<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 217]</SPAN></span> single way for
leaving Lincoln Island, and that is, to build a vessel large enough to
sail several hundred miles. It appears to me, that when one has built a
boat it is just as easy to build a ship!"</p>
<p>"And in which we might go to the Pomatous," added Herbert, "just as
easily as we went to Tabor Island."</p>
<p>"I do not say no," replied Pencroft, who had always the casting vote in
maritime questions; "I do not say no, although it is not exactly the
same thing to make a long as a short voyage! If our little craft had
been caught in any heavy gale of wind during the voyage to Tabor Island,
we should have known that land was at no great distance either way; but
twelve hundred miles is a pretty long way, and the nearest land is at
least that distance!"</p>
<p>"Would you not, in that case, Pencroft, attempt the adventure?" asked
the reporter.</p>
<p>"I will attempt anything that is desired, Mr. Spilett," answered the
sailor, "and you know well that I am not a man to flinch!"</p>
<p>"Remember, besides, that we number another sailor amongst us now,"
remarked Neb.</p>
<p>"Who is that?" asked Pencroft.</p>
<p>"Ayrton."</p>
<p>"That is true," replied Herbert.</p>
<p>"If he will consent to come," said Pencroft.</p>
<p>"Nonsense!" returned the reporter; "do you think that if Lord
Glenarvan's yacht had appeared at Tabor Island, whilst he was still
living there, Ayrton would have refused to depart?"</p>
<p>"You forget, my friends," then said Cyrus Harding, "that Ayrton was not
in possession of his reason during the last years of his stay there. But
that is not the question. The point is to know if we may count among our
chances of being rescued, the return of the Scotch vessel. Now, Lord
Glenarvan promised Ayrton that he would return to take him off Tabor
Island when he considered that his crimes were expiated, and I believe
that he will return."</p>
<p>"Yes," said the reporter, "and I will add that he will return soon, for
it is twelve years since Ayrton was abandoned!"</p>
<p>"Well!" answered Pencroft, "I agree with you that the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 218]</SPAN></span> nobleman will
return, and soon too. But where will he touch? At Tabor Island, and not
at Lincoln Island."</p>
<p>"That is the more certain," replied Herbert, "as Lincoln Island is not
even marked on the map."</p>
<p>"Therefore, my friends," said the engineer, "we ought to take the
necessary precautions for making our presence, and that of Ayrton on
Lincoln Island known at Tabor Island."</p>
<p>"Certainly," answered the reporter, "and nothing is easier than to place
in the hut, which was Captain Grant's and Ayrton's dwelling, a notice
which Lord Glenarvan and his crew cannot help finding, giving the
position of our island."</p>
<p>"It is a pity," remarked the sailor, "that we forgot to take that
precaution on our first visit to Tabor Island."</p>
<p>"And why should we have done it?" asked Herbert.</p>
<p>"At that time we did not know Ayrton's history; we did not know that any
one was likely to come some day to fetch him; and when we did know his
history, the season was too advanced to allow us to return then to Tabor
Island."</p>
<p>"Yes," replied Harding, "it was too late, and we must put off the voyage
until next spring."</p>
<p>"But suppose the Scotch yacht comes before that," said Pencroft.</p>
<p>"That is not probable," replied the engineer, "for Lord Glenarvan would
not choose the winter season to venture into these seas. Either he has
already returned to Tabor Island, since Ayrton has been with us, that is
to say, during the last five months and has left again; or he will not
come till later, and it will be time enough in the first fine October
days to go to Tabor Island, and leave a notice there."</p>
<p>"We must allow," said Neb, "that it will be very unfortunate if the
<i>Duncan</i> has returned to these parts only a few months ago!"</p>
<p>"I hope that it is not so," replied Cyrus Harding, "and that Heaven has
not deprived us of the best chance which remains to us."</p>
<p>"I think," observed the reporter, "that at any rate we shall know what
we have to depend on when we have been to Tabor Island, for if the yacht
has returned there, they will necessarily have left some traces of their
visit."</p>
<p>"That is evident," answered the engineer. "So then, my<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 219]</SPAN></span> friends, since
we have this chance of returning to our country, we must wait patiently,
and if it is taken from us we shall see what will be best to do."</p>
<p>"At any rate," remarked Pencroft, "it is well understood that if we do
leave Lincoln Island in some way or another, it will not be because we
were uncomfortable there!"</p>
<p>"No, Pencroft," replied the engineer, "it will be because we are far
from all that a man holds dearest in this world, his family, his
friends, his native land!"</p>
<p>Matters being thus decided, the building of a vessel large enough to
sail either to the Archipelagos in the north, or to New Zealand in the
west, was no longer talked of, and they busied themselves in their
accustomed occupations, with a view to wintering a third time in Granite
House.</p>
<p>However, it was agreed that before the stormy weather came on, their
little vessel should be employed in making a voyage round the island. A
complete survey of the coast had not yet been made, and the colonists
had but an imperfect idea of the shore to the west and north, from the
mouth of Falls River to the Mandible Capes, as well as of the narrow bay
between them, which opened like a shark's jaws.</p>
<p>The plan of this excursion was proposed by Pencroft, and Cyrus Harding
fully acquiesced in it, for he himself wished to see this part of his
domain.</p>
<p>The weather was variable, but the barometer did not fluctuate by sudden
movements, and they could therefore count on tolerable weather. However,
during the first week of April, after a sudden barometrical fall, a
renewed rise was marked by a heavy gale of wind, lasting five or six
days; then the needle of the instrument remained stationary at a height
of twenty-nine inches and nine-tenths, and the weather appeared
propitious for an excursion.</p>
<p>The departure was fixed for the 16th of April, and the <i>Bonadventure</i>,
anchored in Port Balloon, was provisioned for a voyage which might be of
some duration.</p>
<p>Cyrus Harding informed Ayrton of the projected expedition, and proposed
that he should take part in it; but Ayrton preferring to remain on
shore, it was decided that he should come to Granite House during the
absence of his companions. Master Jup was ordered to keep him company,
and made no remonstrance.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 220]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>On the morning of the 16th of April all the colonists, including Top,
embarked. A fine breeze blew from the south-west, and the <i>Bonadventure</i>
tacked on leaving Port Balloon so as to reach Reptile End. Of the ninety
miles which the perimeter of the island measured, twenty included the
south coast between the port and the promontory. The wind being right
ahead, it was necessary to hug the shore.</p>
<p>It took the whole day to reach the promontory, for the vessel on leaving
port had only two hours of the ebb tide, and had therefore to make way
for six hours against the flood. It was nightfall before the promontory
was doubled.</p>
<p>The sailor then proposed to the engineer that they should continue
sailing slowly with two reefs in the sail. But Harding preferred to
anchor a few cable-lengths from the shore, so as to survey that part of
the coast during the day. It was agreed also that as they were anxious
for a minute exploration of the coast they should not sail during the
night, but would always, when the weather permitted it, be at anchor
near the shore.</p>
<p>The night was passed under the promontory, and the wind having fallen,
nothing disturbed the silence. The passengers, with the exception of the
sailor, scarcely slept as well on board the <i>Bonadventure</i> as they would
have done in their rooms at Granite House, but they did sleep however.
Pencroft set sail at break of day, and by going on the larboard tack
they could keep close to the shore.</p>
<p>The colonists knew this beautiful wooded coast, since they had already
explored it on foot, and yet it again excited their admiration. They
coasted along as close in as possible, so as to notice everything,
avoiding always the trunks of trees which floated here and there.
Several times also they anchored, and Gideon Spilett took photographs of
the superb scenery.</p>
<p>About noon the <i>Bonadventure</i> arrived at the mouth of Falls River.
Beyond, on the left bank, a few scattered trees appeared, and three
miles further even these dwindled into solitary groups among the western
spurs of the mountain, whose arid ridge sloped down to the shore.</p>
<p>What a contrast between the northern and southern part of the coast! In
proportion as one was woody and fertile<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 221]</SPAN></span> so was the other rugged and
barren! It might have been designated as one of those iron coasts, as
they are called in some countries, and its wild confusion appeared to
indicate that a sudden crystallisation had been produced in the yet
liquid basalt of some distant geological sea. These stupendous masses
would have terrified the settlers if they had been cast at first on this
part of the island! They had not been able to perceive the sinister
aspect of this shore from the summit of Mount Franklin, for they
overlooked it from too great a height, but viewed from the sea it
presented a wild appearance which could not perhaps be equalled in any
corner of the globe.</p>
<p>The <i>Bonadventure</i> sailed along this coast for the distance of half a
mile. It was easy to see that it was composed of blocks of all sizes,
from twenty to three hundred feet in height, and of all shapes, round
like towers, prismatic like steeples, pyramidal like obelisks, conical
like factory chimneys. An iceberg of the Polar seas could not have been
more capricious in its terrible sublimity! Here, bridges were thrown
from one rock to another; there, arches like those of a wave, into the
depths of which the eye could not penetrate; in one place, large vaulted
excavations presented a monumental aspect; in another, a crowd of
columns, spires, and arches, such as no Gothic cathedral ever possessed.
Every caprice of nature, still more varied than those of the
imagination, appeared on this grand coast, which extended over a length
of eight or nine miles.</p>
<p>Cyrus Harding and his companions gazed, with a feeling of surprise
bordering on stupefaction. But, although they remained silent, Top, not
being troubled with feelings of this sort, uttered barks which were
repeated by the thousand echoes of the basaltic cliff. The engineer even
observed that these barks had something strange in them, like those
which the dog had uttered at the mouth of the well in Granite House.</p>
<p>"Let us go close in," said he.</p>
<p>And the <i>Bonadventure</i> sailed as near as possible to the rocky shore.
Perhaps some cave, which it would be advisable to explore, existed
there? But Harding saw nothing, not a cavern, not a cleft which could
serve as a retreat to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 222]</SPAN></span> any being whatever, for the foot of the cliff was
washed by the surf. Soon Top's barks ceased, and the vessel continued
her course at a few cable-lengths from the coast.</p>
<p>In the north-west part of the island the shore became again flat and
sandy. A few trees here and there rose above a low, marshy ground, which
the colonists had already surveyed; and in violent contrast to the other
desert shore, life was again manifested by the presence of myriads of
water-fowl. That evening the <i>Bonadventure</i> anchored in a small bay to
the north of the island, near the land, such was the depth of water
there. The night passed quietly, for the breeze died away with the last
light of day, and only rose again with the first streaks of dawn.</p>
<p>As it was easy to land, the usual hunters of the colony, that is to say,
Herbert and Gideon Spilett, went for a ramble of two hours or so, and
returned with several strings of wild duck and snipe. Top had done
wonders, and not a bird had been lost, thanks to his zeal and
cleverness.</p>
<p>At eight o'clock in the morning the <i>Bonadventure</i> set sail, and ran
rapidly towards North Mandible Cape, for the wind was right astern and
freshening rapidly.</p>
<p>"However," observed Pencroft, "I should not be surprised if a gale came
up from the west. Yesterday the sun set in a very red-looking horizon,
and now, this morning, those mares-tails don't forebode anything good."</p>
<p>These mares-tails are cirrus clouds, scattered in the zenith, their
height from the sea being less than five thousand feet. They look like
light pieces of cotton wool, and their presence usually announces some
sudden change in the weather.</p>
<p>"Well," said Harding, "let us carry as much sail as possible, and run
for shelter into Shark Gulf. I think that the <i>Bonadventure</i> will be
safe there."</p>
<p>"Perfectly," replied Pencroft, "and besides, the north coast is merely
sand, very uninteresting to look at."</p>
<p>"I shall not be sorry," resumed the engineer, "to pass not only to-night
but to-morrow in that bay, which is worth being carefully explored."</p>
<p>"I think that we shall be obliged to do so, whether we like it or not,"
answered Pencroft, "for the sky looks very threatening towards the west.
Dirty weather is coming on!"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 223]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"At any rate we have a favourable wind for reaching Cape Mandible,"
observed the reporter.</p>
<p>"A very fine wind," replied the sailor; "but we must tack to enter the
gulf, and I should like to see my way clear in these unknown quarters."</p>
<p>"Quarters which appear to be filled with rocks," added Herbert, "if we
judge by what we saw on the south coast of Shark Gulf."</p>
<p>"Pencroft," said Cyrus Harding, "do as you think best, we will leave it
to you."</p>
<p>"Don't make your mind uneasy, captain," replied the sailor, "I shall not
expose myself needlessly! I would rather a knife were run into my ribs
than a sharp rock into those of my <i>Bonadventure</i>!"</p>
<p>That which Pencroft called ribs was the part of his vessel under water,
and he valued it more than his own skin.</p>
<p>"What o'clock is it?" asked Pencroft.</p>
<p>"Ten o'clock," replied Gideon Spilett.</p>
<p>"And what distance is it to the Cape, captain?"</p>
<p>"About fifteen miles," replied the engineer.</p>
<p>"That's a matter of two hours and a half," said the sailor, "and we
shall be off the Cape between twelve and one o'clock. Unluckily, the
tide will be turning at that moment, and will be ebbing out of the gulf.
I am afraid that it will be very difficult to get in, having both wind
and tide against us."</p>
<p>"And the more so that it is a full moon to-day," remarked Herbert, "and
these April tides are very strong."</p>
<p>"Well, Pencroft," asked Cyrus Harding, "can you not anchor off the
Cape?"</p>
<p>"Anchor near land, with bad weather coming on!" exclaimed the sailor.
"What are you thinking of, captain? We should run aground to a
certainty!"</p>
<p>"What will you do then?"</p>
<p>"I shall try to keep in the offing until the flood, that is to say, till
about seven in the evening, and if there is still light enough I will
try to enter the gulf; if not, we must stand off and on during the
night, and we will enter to-morrow at sunrise."</p>
<p>"As I told you, Pencroft, we will leave it to you," answered Harding.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 224]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Ah!" said Pencroft, "if there was only a light-house on the coast, it
would be much more convenient for sailors."</p>
<p>"Yes," replied Herbert, "and this time we shall have no obliging
engineer to light a fire to guide us into port!"</p>
<p>"Why, indeed, my dear Cyrus," said Spilett, "we have never thanked you
for it, but frankly, without that fire we should never have been able to
reach—"</p>
<p>"A fire?" asked Harding, much astonished at the reporter's words.</p>
<p>"We mean, captain," answered Pencroft, "that on board the <i>Bonadventure</i>
we were very anxious during the few hours before our return, and we
should have passed to windward of the island, if it had not been for the
precaution you took of lighting a fire in the night of the 19th of
October, on Prospect Heights."</p>
<p>"Yes, yes! That was a lucky idea of mine!" replied the engineer.</p>
<p>"And this time," continued the sailor, "unless the idea occurs to
Ayrton, there will be no one to do us that little service!"</p>
<p>"No! no one!" answered Cyrus Harding.</p>
<p>A few minutes after, finding himself alone in the bows of the vessel
with the reporter, the engineer bent down and whispered,—</p>
<p>"If there is one thing certain in this world, Spilett, it is that I
never lighted any fire during the night of the 19th of October, neither
on Prospect Heights nor on any other part of the island!"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 225]</SPAN></span></p>
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