Hold your clapper, lad, said the smith, who was at the moment busily engaged with a mess of salt pork, and potatoes to match. Whos your friend?
No friend of mine, though I hope hell be one soon, answered the steward. Mr Stevenson told me to introduce him to you as your assistant.
The smith looked up quickly, and scanned our hero with some interest; then, extending his great hard hand across the table, he said, Welcome, messmate; sit down, Ive only just begun.
Ruby grasped the hand with his own, which, if not so large, was quite as powerful, and shook the smiths right arm in a way that called forth from that rough-looking individual a smile of approbation.
Youve not had breakfast, lad?
No, not yet, said Ruby, sitting down opposite his comrade.
An the smell here dont upset your stummick, I hope?
The smith said this rather anxiously.
Not in the least, said Ruby with a laugh, and beginning to eat in a way that proved the truth of his words; for the matter o that, theres little smell and no motion just now.
Well, there isnt much, replied the smith, but, woes me! youll get enough of it before long. All the new landsmen like you suffer horribly from sea-sickness when they first come off.
But Im not a landsman, said Ruby.
Not a landsman! echoed the other. Youre a blacksmith, arent you?
Ay, but not a landsman. I learned the trade as a boy and lad; but Ive been at sea for some time past.
Then you wont get sick when it blows?
Certainly not; will you?
The smith groaned and shook his head, by which answer he evidently meant to assure his friend that he would, most emphatically.
But come, its of no use groanin over what cant be helped. I get as sick as a dog every time the wind rises, and the worst of it is I dont never seem to improve. Howsever, Im all right when I get on the rock, and thats the main thing.
Ruby and his friend now entered upon a long and earnest conversation as to their peculiar duties at the Bell Rock, with which we will not trouble the reader.
After breakfast they went on deck, and here Ruby had sufficient to occupy his attention and to amuse him for some hours.
As the tide that day did not fall low enough to admit of landing on the rock till noon, the men were allowed to spend the time as they pleased. Some therefore took to fishing, others to reading, while a few employed themselves in drying their clothes, which had got wet the previous day, and one or two entertained themselves and their comrades with the music of the violin and flute. All were busy with one thing or another, until the rock began to show its black crest above the smooth sea. Then a bell was rung to summon the artificers to land.
This being the signal for Ruby to commence work, he joined his friend Dove, and assisted him to lower the bellows of the forge into the boat. The men were soon in their places, with their various tools, and the boats pushed offMr Stevenson, the engineer of the building, steering one boat, and the master of the Pharos, who was also appointed to the post of landing-master, steering the other.
They landed with ease on this occasion on the western side of the rock, and then each man addressed himself to his special duty with energy. The time during which they could work being short, they had to make the most of it.
Now, lad, said the smith, bring along the bellows and follow me. Mind yer footin, for its slippery walkin on them tangle-covered rocks. Ive seen some ugly falls here already.
Have any bones been broken yet? enquired Ruby, as he shouldered the large pair of bellows, and followed the smith cautiously over the rocks.
Not yet; but theres been an awful lot o pipes smashed. If it goes on as it has been, well have to take to metal ones. Here we are, Ruby, this is the forge, and Ill be bound you never worked at such a queer one before. Hallo! Bremner! he shouted to one of the men.
Thats me, answered Bremner.
Bring your irons as soon as you like! Im about ready for you.
Ay, ay, here they are, said the man, advancing with an armful of picks, chisels, and other tools, which required sharpening.
He slipped and fell as he spoke, sending all the tools into the bottom of a pool of water; but, being used to such mishaps, he arose, joined in the laugh raised against him, and soon fished up the tools.
Whats wrong! asked Ruby, pausing in the work of fixing the bellows, on observing that the smiths face grew pale, and his general expression became one of horror. Not sea-sick, I hope?
Sea-sick, gasped the smith, slapping all his pockets hurriedly, its worse than that; Ive forgot the matches!
Ruby looked perplexed, but had no consolation to offer.
Thats like you, cried Bremner, who, being one of the principal masons, had to attend chiefly to the digging out of the foundation-pit of the building, and knew that his tools could not be sharpened unless the forge fire could be lighted.
Suppose you hammer a nail red-hot, suggested one of the men, who was disposed to make game of the smith.
Ill hammer your nose red-hot, replied Dove, with a most undovelike scowl, I could swear that I put them matches in my pocket before I started.
No, you didnt, said George Forsyth, one of the carpentersa tall loose-jointed man, who was chiefly noted for his dislike to getting into and out of boats, and climbing up the sides of ships, because of his lengthy and unwieldy figureNo, you didnt, you turtle-dove, you forgot to take them; but I remembered to do it for you; so there, get up your fire, and confess yourself indebted to me for life.
Im indebted to ee for fire, said the smith, grasping the matches eagerly. Thankee, lad, youre a true Briton.
A tall un, rather, suggested Bremner.
Wot never, never, never will be a slave, sang another of the men.
Come, laddies, git up the fire. Time an tide waits for naebody, said John Watt, one of the quarriers. Well want thae tools before lang.
The men were proceeding with their work actively while those remarks were passing, and ere long the smoke of the forge fire arose in the still air, and the clang of the anvil was added to the other noises with which the busy spot resounded.
The foundation of the Bell Rock Lighthouse had been carefully selected by Mr Stevenson; the exact spot being chosen not only with a view to elevation, but to the serrated ridges of rock, that might afford some protection to the building, by breaking the force of the easterly seas before they should reach it; but as the space available for the purpose of building was scarcely fifty yards in diameter, there was not much choice in the matter.
The foundation-pit was forty-two feet in diameter, and sunk five feet into the solid rock. At the time when Ruby landed, it was being hewn out by a large party of the men. Others were boring holes in the rock near to it, for the purpose of fixing the great beams of a beacon, while others were cutting away the seaweed from the rock, and making preparations for the laying down of temporary rails to facilitate the conveying of the heavy stones from the boats to their ultimate destination. All were busy as bees. Each man appeared to work as if for a wager, or to find out how much he could do within a given space of time.
To the men on the rock itself the aspect of the spot was sufficiently striking and peculiar, but to those who viewed it from a boat at a short distance off it was singularly interesting, for the whole scene of operations appeared like a small black spot, scarcely above the level of the waves, on which a crowd of living creatures were moving about with great and incessant activity, while all around and beyond lay the mighty sea, sleeping in the grand tranquillity of a calm summer day, with nothing to bound it but the blue sky, save to the northward, where the distant cliffs of Forfar rested like a faint cloud on the horizon.
To the men on the rock itself the aspect of the spot was sufficiently striking and peculiar, but to those who viewed it from a boat at a short distance off it was singularly interesting, for the whole scene of operations appeared like a small black spot, scarcely above the level of the waves, on which a crowd of living creatures were moving about with great and incessant activity, while all around and beyond lay the mighty sea, sleeping in the grand tranquillity of a calm summer day, with nothing to bound it but the blue sky, save to the northward, where the distant cliffs of Forfar rested like a faint cloud on the horizon.
The sounds, too, which on the rock itself were harsh and loud and varied, came over the water to the distant observer in a united tone, which sounded almost as sweet as soft music.
The smiths forge stood on a ledge of rock close to the foundation-pit, a little to the north of it. Here Vulcan Dove had fixed a strong iron framework, which formed the hearth. The four legs which supported it were let into holes bored from six to twelve inches into the rock, according to the inequalities of the site. These were wedged first with wood and then with iron, for as this part of the forge and the anvil was doomed to be drowned every tide, or twice every day, besides being exposed to the fury of all the storms that might chance to blow, it behoved them to fix things down with unusual firmness.
The block of timber for supporting the anvil was fixed in the same manner, but the anvil itself was left to depend on its own weight and the small stud fitted into the bottom of it.
The bellows, however, were too delicate to be left exposed to such forces as the stormy winds and waves, they were therefore shipped and unshipped every tide, and conveyed to and from the rock in the boats with the men.
Dove and Ruby wrought together like heroes. They were both so powerful that the heavy implements they wielded seemed to possess no weight when in their strong hands, and their bodies were so lithe and active as to give the impression of men rejoicing, revelling, in the enjoyment of their work.
Thats your sort; hit him hard, hes got no friends, said Dove, turning a mass of red-hot metal from side to side, while Ruby pounded it with a mighty hammer, as if it were a piece of putty.
Fire and steel for ever, observed Ruby, as he made the sparks fly right and left. Hallo! the tides rising.
Ho! so it is, cried the smith, finishing off the piece of work with a small hammer, while Ruby rested on the one he had used and wiped the perspiration from his brow. It always serves me in this way, lad, continued the smith, without pausing for a moment in his work. Blow away, Ruby, the sea is my greatest enemy. Every day, amost, it washes me away from my work. In calm weather, it creeps up my legs, and the legs o the forge too, till it gradually puts out the fire, and in rough weather it sends up a wave sometimes that sweeps the whole concern black out at one shot.
It will creep you out to-day, evidently, said Ruby, as the water began to come about his toes.
Never mind, lad, well have time to finish them picks this tide, if we work fast.
Thus they toiled and moiled, with their heads and shoulders in smoke and fire, and their feet in water.
Gradually the tide rose.
Pump away, Ruby! Keep the pot bilin, my boy, said the smith.
The wind blowin, you mean. I say, Dove, do the other men like the work here?
Like it, ay, they like it well. At fist we were somewhat afraid o the landin in rough weather, but weve got used to that now. The only bad thing about it is in the rolling o that horrible Pharos. Shes so bad in a gale that I sometimes think shell roll right over like a cask. Most of us get sick then, but I dont think any of em are as bad as me. They seem to be gettin used to that too. I wish I could. Another blow, Ruby.
Times up, shouted one of the men.
Hold on just for a minute or two, pleaded the smith, who, with his assistant, was by this time standing nearly knee-deep in water.
The sea had filled the pit some time before, and driven the men out of it. These busied themselves in collecting the tools and seeing that nothing was left lying about, while the men who were engaged on those parts of the rocks that were a few inches higher, continued their labours until the water crept up to them. Then they collected their tools, and went to the boats, which lay awaiting them at the western landing-place.
Now, Dove, cried the landing-master, come along; the crabs will be attacking your toes if you dont.
Its a shame to gie Ruby the chance o a sair throat the very first day, cried John Watt.
Just half a minute more, said the smith, examining a pickaxe, which he was getting up to that delicate point of heat which is requisite to give it proper temper.
While he gazed earnestly into the glowing coals a gentle hissing sound was heard below the frame of the forge, then a gurgle, and the fire became suddenly dark and went out!
I knowed it! always the way! cried Dove, with a look of disappointment. Come, lad, up with the bellows now, and dont forget the tongs.
In a few minutes more the boats pushed off and returned to the Pharos, three and a half hours of good work having been accomplished before the tide drove them away.
Soon afterwards the sea overflowed the whole of the rock, and obliterated the scene of those busy operations as completely as though it had never been!
Chapter Nine
Storms and Troubles
A week of fine weather caused Ruby Brand to fall as deeply in love with the work at the Bell Rock as his comrades had done.
There was an amount of vigour and excitement about it, with a dash of romance, which quite harmonised with his character. At first he had imagined it would be monotonous and dull, but in experience he found it to be quite the reverse.
Although there was uniformity in the general character of the work, there was constant variety in many of the details; and the spot on which it was carried on was so circumscribed, and so utterly cut off from all the world, that the minds of those employed became concentrated on it in a way that aroused strong interest in every trifling object.
There was not a ledge or a point of rock that rose ever so little above the general level, that was not named after, and intimately associated with, some event or individual. Every mass of seaweed became a familiar object. The various little pools and inlets, many of them not larger than a dining-room table, received high-sounding and dignified namessuch as Port Stevenson, Port Erskine, Taylors Track, Neills Pool, etcetera. Of course the fish that frequented the pools, and the shell-fish that covered the rock, became subjects of much attention, and, in some cases, of earnest study.
Robinson Crusoe himself did not pry into the secrets of his island-home with half the amount of assiduity that was displayed at this time by many of the men who built the Bell Rock Lighthouse. The very fact that their time was limited acted as a spur, so that on landing each tide they rushed hastily to the work, and the amateur studies in natural history to which we have referred were prosecuted hurriedly during brief intervals of rest. Afterwards, when the beacon house was erected, and the men dwelt upon the rock, these studies (if we may not call them amusements) were continued more leisurely, but with unabated ardour, and furnished no small amount of comparatively thrilling incident at times.
One fine morning, just after the men had landed, and before they had commenced work, Long Forsyth, as his comrades styled him, went to a pool to gather a little dulse, of which there was a great deal on the rock, and which was found to be exceedingly grateful to the palates of those who were afflicted with sea-sickness.