Chapter Two.
The Floating Light Becomes the Scene of Floating Surmises and Vague Suspicions
It must not be supposed, from what has been said, that the Gull Lightship was the only vessel of the kind that existed at that time. But she was a good type of the class of vessels (numbering at present about sixty) to which she belonged, and, both as regarded her situation and duties, was, and still is, one of the most interesting among the floating lights of the kingdom.
When the keen-eyed traveller stepped upon her well-scrubbed deck, he was courteously received by the mate, Mr John Welton, a strongly-built man above six feet in height, with a profusion of red hair, huge whiskers, and a very peculiar expression of countenance, in which were united calm self-possession, coolness, and firmness, with great good-humour and affability.
You are Mr Welton, I presume? said the traveller abruptly, touching his hat with his forefinger in acknowledgment of a similar salute from the mate.
That is my name, sir.
Will you do me the favour to read this letter? said the traveller, selecting a document from a portly pocket-book, and presenting it.
Without reply the mate unfolded the letter and quietly read it through, after which he folded and returned it to his visitor, remarking that he should be happy to furnish him with all the information he desired, if he would do him the favour to step down into the cabin.
I may set your mind at rest on one point at once, observed the stranger, as he moved towards the companion-hatch, my investigations have no reference whatever to yourself.
Mr Welton made no reply, but a slight look of perplexity that had rested on his brow while he read the letter cleared away.
Follow me, Mr Larks, he said, turning and descending the ladder sailor-fashionwhich means crab-wise.
Do you happen to know anything, asked Mr Larks, as he prepared to follow, about a man of the name of Jones? I have come to inquire particularly about him, and about your son, who, I am told
The remainder of the sentence was lost in the cabin of the floating light. Here, with the door and skylight shut, the mate remained closeted for a long time in close conference with the keen-eyed man, much to the surprise of the two men who constituted the watch on deck, because visitors of any kind to a floating light were about as rare as snowflakes in July, and the sudden advent of a visitor, who looked and acted mysteriously, was in itself a profound mystery. Their curiosity, however, was only gratified to this extent, that they observed the stranger and the mate through the skylight bending earnestly over several newspapers spread out before them on the cabin table.
In less than an hour the keen-eyed man re-appeared on deck, bade the mate an abrupt good-bye, nodded to the men who held the ropes for him, descended into the boat, and took his departure for the shore whence he had come.
By this time the sun was beginning to approach the horizon. The mate of the floating light took one or two turns on the deck, at which he gazed earnestly, as if his future destiny were written there. He then glanced at the compass and at the vessels bow, after which he leant over the side of the red-dragon, and looked down inquiringly at the flow of the tide. Presently his attention was fixed on the shore, behind which the sun was about to set, and, after a time, he directed a stern look towards the sky, as if he were about to pick a quarrel with that part of the universe, but thinking better of it, apparently, he unbent his brows, let his eyes fall again on the deck, and muttered to himself, Hm! I expected as much.
What it was that he expected, Mr John Welton never told from that day to this, so it cannot be recorded here, but, after stating the fact, he crossed his arms on his broad chest, and, leaning against the stern of his vessel, gazed placidly along the deck, as if he were taking a complacent survey of the vast domain over which he ruled.
It was an interesting kingdom in detail. Leaving out of view all that which was behind him, and which, of course, he could not see, we may remark that, just before him stood the binnacle and compass, and the cabin skylight. On his right and left the territory of the quarter-deck was seriously circumscribed, and the promenade much interfered with, by the ships boats, which, like their parent, were painted red, and which did not hang at the davits, but, like young lobsters of the kangaroo type, found shelter within their mother, when not at sea on their own account. Near to them were two signal-carronades. Beyond the skylight rose the bright brass funnel of the cabin chimney, and the winch, by means of which the lantern was hoisted. Then came another skylight, and the companion-hatch about the centre of the deck. Just beyond this stood the most important part of the vesselthe lantern-house. This was a circular wooden structure, above six feet in diameter, with a door and small windows. Inside was the lanternthe beautiful piece of costly mechanism for which the light-ship, its crew, and its appurtenances were maintained. Right through the centre of this house rose the thick unyielding mast of the vessel. The lantern, which was just a little less than its house, surrounded this mast and travelled upon it. Beyond this the capital of the kingdom, the eye of the monarch was arrested by another bright brass funnel, which was the chimney of the galley-fire, and indicated the exact position of the abode of the crew, orto continue our metaphorthe populace, who, however, required no such indicator to tell of their existence or locality, for the chorus of a nigger melody burst from them, ever and anon, through every opening in the decks, with jovial violence, as they sat, busily engaged on various pieces of work below. The more remote parts of this landscapeor light-scape, if we may be allowed the expressionwere filled up with the galley-skylight, the bitts, and the windlass, above which towered the gong, and around which twined the two enormous chain cables. Only one of these, however, was in usethat, with a single mushroom-anchor, being sufficient to hold the ship securely against tide and tempest.
In reference to this we may remark in passing that the cable of a floating light is frequently renewed, and that the chafing of the links at the hawse-hole is distributed by the occasional paying out or hauling in of a few yards of chaina process which is styled easing the nip.
Horroo! me hearty, yere as clain as a ladys watch, exclaimed a man of rugged form but pleasant countenance, as he issued from the small doorway of the lantern-house with a bundle of waste in one hand and an oil-can in the other.
This was one of the lamplighters of the light-shipJerry MacGowla man whose whole soul was, so to speak, in that lantern. It was his duty to clip and trim the wicks, and fill the lamps, and polish the reflectors and brasses, and oil the joints and wheels (for this was a revolvingin other words a flashing light), and clean the glasses and windows. As there were nine lights to attend to, and get ready for nightly service, it may be easily understood that the lamplighters duty was no sinecure.
The shout of Jerry recalled the king from his contemplation of things in general to the lantern in particular.
All ready to hoist, Jerry? inquired Mr Welton, going forward.
All ready, sir, exclaimed the man, looking at his handiwork with admiration, and carefully removing a speck of dust that had escaped his notice from one of the plate-glass windows; Ant she a purty thing now?baits the best Ginaiva watch as iver was made. Ye might ait yer supper off her floor and shave in the reflictors.
In reference to this we may remark in passing that the cable of a floating light is frequently renewed, and that the chafing of the links at the hawse-hole is distributed by the occasional paying out or hauling in of a few yards of chaina process which is styled easing the nip.
Horroo! me hearty, yere as clain as a ladys watch, exclaimed a man of rugged form but pleasant countenance, as he issued from the small doorway of the lantern-house with a bundle of waste in one hand and an oil-can in the other.
This was one of the lamplighters of the light-shipJerry MacGowla man whose whole soul was, so to speak, in that lantern. It was his duty to clip and trim the wicks, and fill the lamps, and polish the reflectors and brasses, and oil the joints and wheels (for this was a revolvingin other words a flashing light), and clean the glasses and windows. As there were nine lights to attend to, and get ready for nightly service, it may be easily understood that the lamplighters duty was no sinecure.
The shout of Jerry recalled the king from his contemplation of things in general to the lantern in particular.
All ready to hoist, Jerry? inquired Mr Welton, going forward.
All ready, sir, exclaimed the man, looking at his handiwork with admiration, and carefully removing a speck of dust that had escaped his notice from one of the plate-glass windows; Ant she a purty thing now?baits the best Ginaiva watch as iver was made. Ye might ait yer supper off her floor and shave in the reflictors.
Thats a fact, Jerry, with no end of oil to your salad too, said Mr Welton, surveying the work of the lamplighter with a critical eye.
True for ye, replied Jerry, an as much cotton waste as ye like without sinful extravagance.
The sun will be down in a few minutes, said the mate, turning round and once more surveying the western horizon.
Jerry admitted that, judging from past experience, there was reason to believe in the probability of that event; and then, being of a poetical temperament, he proceeded to expatiate upon the beauty of the evening, which was calm and serene.
Dye know, sir, he said, gazing towards the shore, between which and the floating light a magnificent fleet of merchantmen lay at anchor waiting for a breezeeach vessel reflected clearly in the water along with the dazzling clouds of gold that towered above the setting sunDye know, sir, I niver sees a sky like that but it minds me o the blissid green hills an purty lakes of owld Ireland, an fills me buzzum wid a sort of inspiration till it feels fit amost to bust.
You should have been a poet, Jerry, observed the mate, in a contemplative tone, as he surveyed the shipping through his telescope.
Just what Ive often thought mesilf, sir, replied Jerry, wiping his forehead with the bunch of wastemany a time Ive said to mesilf, in a thoughtful mood
Wan little knows what dirty cloes
May kiver up a poet;
What fires may burn an flout an skurn,
An no wan iver know it.
Thats splendid, Jerry; but whats the meanin of skurn?
Sorrow wan of me knows, sir, but it conveys the idee somehow; dont it, now?
Im not quite sure that it does, said the mate, walking aft and consulting his chronometer for the last time, after which he put his head down the hatchway and shouted, Up lights! in a deep sonorous voice.
Ay, ay, sir, came the ready response from below, followed by the prompt appearance of the other lamplighter and the four seamen who composed the crew of the vessel Jerry turned on his heel, murmuring, in a tone of pity, that the mate, poor man, had no soul for poethry.
Five of the crew manned the winch; the mate and Jerry went to a block-tackle which was also connected with the lifting apparatus. Then the order to hoist was given, and immediately after, just as the sun went down, the floating light went up,a modest yet all-important luminary of the night. Slowly it rose, for the lantern containing it weighed full half a ton, and caused the hoisting chain and pulleys to groan complainingly. At last it reached its destination at the head of the thick part of the mast, but about ten or fifteen feet beneath the ball. As it neared the top, Jerry sprang up the chain-ladder to connect the lantern with the rod and pinion by means of which, with clockwork beneath, it was made to revolve and flash once every third of a minute.
Simultaneously with the ascent of the Gull light there arose out of the sea three bright stars on the nor-eastern horizon, and another star in the south-west. The first were the three fixed lights of the lightship that marked the North sandhead; the latter was the fixed light that guarded the South sandhead. The Goodwin sentinels were now placed for the night, and the commerce of the world might come and go, and pass those dreaded shoals, in absolute security.
Ere long the lights of the shipping in the Downs were hung out, and one by one the lamps on shore shone forththose which marked the entrance of Ramsgate harbour being conspicuous for colour and brilliancyuntil the water, which was so calm as to reflect them all, seemed alive with perpendicular streams of liquid fire; land and sea appearing to be the subjects of one grand illumination. A much less poetical soul than that of the enthusiastic lamp-lighter might have felt a touch of unwonted inspiration on such a night, and in such a scene. The effect on the mind was irresistibly tranquillising. While contemplating the multitudes of vessels that lay idle and almost motionless on the glassy water, the thought naturally arose that each black hull en-shrouded human beings who were gradually sinking into restrelaxing after the energies of the past daywhile the sable cloak of night descended, slowly and soothingly, as if God were spreading His hand gently over all to allay the fever of mans busy day-life and calm him into needful rest.
The watch of the floating light having been set, namely, two men to perambulate the decka strict watch being kept on board night and daythe rest of the crew went below to resume work, amuse themselves, or turn in as they felt inclined.
While they were thus engaged, and darkness was deepening on the scene, Welton stood on the quarterdeck observing a small sloop that floated slowly towards the lightship. Her sails were indeed set, but no breath of wind bulged them out; her onward progress was caused by the tide, which had by that time begun to set with a strong current to the northward. When within about a cables length, the rattle of her chain told that the anchor had been let go. A few minutes later, a boat was seen to push off from the sloop and make for the lightship. Two men rowed it and a third steered. Owing to the force of the current they made the vessel with some difficulty.
Heave us a rope, cried one of the men, as they brushed past.
No visitors allowed aboard, replied Mr Welton sternly; catching up, nevertheless, a coil of rope.
Hallo! father, surely youve become very unhospitable, exclaimed another voice from the boat.
Why, Jim, is that you, my son? cried the mate, as he flung the coil over the side.
The boatmen caught it, and next moment Jim stood on the decka tall strapping young seaman of twenty or thereaboutsa second edition of his father, but more active and lithe in his motions.
Why you creep up to us, Jim, like a thief in the night. What brings you here, lad, at such an hour? asked Mr Welton, senior, as he shook hands with his son.
Ive come to have a talk with ee, father. As to creeping like a thief, a man must creep with the tide when theres no wind, dye see, if he dont come to an anchor. Tis said that time and tide wait for no man; that bein so, I have come to see you now that Ive got the chance. Thats where it is. But I cant stay long, for old Jones will