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This was Eric's conclusion, the more he thought of it; while Fritz, on his part, believed that there was something in the suggestion--something that had to be weighed and considered carefully--for, might he not really conquer Fortune in this way?
Captain Brown did not throw any cold water on the matter either, when it was brought before him.
"By thunder! it's a durned good plan, it air, mister," said he to Fritz, "thet it air, fur a young scaramouch like thet youngster thaar! I seed him palaverin' with one o' them islanders at Tristan--they're a sort of half-caste tan colour there, like mulattoes in the States. I rec'lect one of the men who wer oncest on a whaler with me a v'y'ge or two to Kerguelen Land an' back, tellin' me 'bout the lot of seals thet were on Inaccessible Island, now I come to think of it; but I've never been thaar myself. Its name's good enough fur me, since most of us thet go by thaar gives it a pretty wide berth, you bet; fur it air inaccessible, with a vengeance--a rocky coast plungin' down abruptly into the sea, with a terrible surf breakin' ag'in the cliffs, an' no anchorage ground anywheres nigh thet's safe!"
"And how could we land then?" asked Fritz.
"Oh, it ken be done, mister, fur the Tristaners go over thaar, as the b'y told you, every year fur a week or so; an' they hev to git ash.o.r.e somehow or other. Yes, we'll manage to land you, safe enough, in a whale-boat when the time comes. What I meant to say was, thet the s.h.i.+p couldn't stay any while lyin' off, so as to see whether you liked the place or not. If you land, thaar you'll hev to stay till we come back fur you next v'y'ge!"
"All right, I shan't mind that, with Eric. If I were alone, of course it would be another matter."
"Jest so," replied the Yankee skipper; and he then proceeded to advise the brothers what would be best to take with them, Fritz wis.h.i.+ng to lay out his small remaining stock of money to advantage.
He also told them, good-naturedly, that he would convey them to their contemplated destination for nothing, so that they would have no pa.s.sage to pay. Eric, indeed, would work his, being considered as attached to the s.h.i.+p, his name besides being retained on the list of the crew while sealing on sh.o.r.e; and, as for Fritz, Captain Brown said, he would "grub him and give him a bunk into the barg'in."
Then, again, in respect of the provisions they would need for their maintenance during their stay on the island, the skipper promised to supply them from the s.h.i.+p's stores, on their arrival there, at cost price; so that, not only would they thus get them much cheaper than they would have been able to purchase them in open market, but they would likewise save the cost of their freightage to Inaccessible Island, which any one else would have expected them to pay.
Could Fritz desire more?
Hardly.
"I guess, mister," concluded the skipper, "so be it as how you kinder makes up yer mind fur the venture, thet you two c.o.o.ns will start in bizness with a clean sheet an' no book debts, like the boss of a dry goods store; an' if you don't make a pile in less than no time, why it won't be Job Brown's fault, I reckon!"
This settled the matter; when, the captain giving them a short memorandum of certain necessary articles which they would find useful on the island and which they could readily procure in Providence while the _Pilot's Bride_ was refitting, the two brothers set to work making their preparations without delay for the novel enterprise to which Eric's project had given birth--that of going crusoeing in the South Atlantic!
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
THE "PILOT'S BRIDE."
The more Fritz thought over the project, the more enthusiastic he became about it.
Unlike Eric, he was deeply reflective, never adventuring into any scheme or undertaking action in any matter until he had fully weighed the pros and cons and had considered everything that could be said for and against it; but, once his judgment was convinced, there was no more hearty co-operator than he.
It was so in this instance.
Eric's idea had struck him as feasible at the first blush, the boy being so eager in giving vent to his own impressions and experiences of what he had seen at Tristan d'Acunha with regard to the advantage of starting a new sealing station of their own; but, when Fritz came to ponder over the plan, it seemed so chimerical that he felt inclined to be angry with himself for having entertained it for a moment. These second thoughts, however, did not long stand their ground after old Captain Brown had been consulted; for, that experienced mariner, who had, as he thought, such better means of judging than himself, immediately took so sanguine a view of the enterprise, that Fritz's original opinion in favour of it became confirmed, and he entered upon the preparations for the expedition with even greater zest than Eric, its first inceptor and propounder.
"Brother," said he to the latter, on Captain Brown's approving of the plan and promising his cordial a.s.sistance in helping them to carry it out to a successful issue, "we'll not leave anything to chance. We will put our shoulders to the wheel and determine to win!"
"Aye," responded the other, "and we oughtn't to make a failure either; for, you know, the old adage has it that, 'Fortune favours the brave,'
eh?"
"Yes," said Fritz, the practical. "However, it is in little things that success is attained, so we must not neglect these."
Nor did they. Indeed, so much did Fritz impress Eric with the value of carefully considering every petty detail of their outfit, so that they might not find something omitted at the last moment which would be of use, that there was danger of their forgetting more important articles-- the "little things," apparently, absorbing all their attention.
So engrossed were they in this enthusiasm for collecting and packing up the most out-of-the-way trifles which it struck one or other of the two brothers that they might want--getting these ready, too, for their departure weeks before the _Pilot's Bride_ could possibly be refitted for her voyage--that they were the subject of many a joke from the hospitable household of the little "shanty" on Narraganset Bay.
The captain and Mrs Brown, or else Celia their daughter--a lively American la.s.sie of Eric's age, who seemed to have taken as great a fancy to the young sailor as her father had done towards Fritz--would ever be suggesting the most extraordinary things as likely to "come in handy on the island," such as a warming pan or a boot-jack; with which latter, indeed, the skipper gravely presented the elder brother one day, telling him it would save him time when he was anxious to get on his slippers of an evening after sealing on the rocks!
But, although they "chaffed" them, the kind people helped them none the less good-naturedly in completing their equipment, the old captain's "missis" and his "gal" plying their needles as energetically on their behalf as Madame Dort and Lorischen would have done in the little house at home in the Gulden Stra.s.se of Lubeck. The very eagerness and "thoroughgoingness" of the hopeful young fellows enlisted sympathy for them, in addition to those good qualities which had already made them prime favourites.
"Bully for them, old woman," as the skipper said, when talking them over to his wife. "They're raal grit an' bound to run into port with a fair wind an' no mistake, you bet; they're such a tarnation go-ahead pair o'
c.o.o.ns, with no empty gas or nonsense about 'em!"
But, full as he was of the venture, and embarking heart and soul into its details with every energy he possessed, Fritz did not neglect to write home a long letter to his mother and Madaleine, telling them all about the new undertaking in which his hopes and prospects alike were centred and expressing his feelings thoroughly in the matter--thus showing the amount of reflection he had given to the scheme.
Eric, he said, was a sailor; and, therefore, should the venture not succeed, its failure would not affect him much, as it would be merely an episode in his nautical life, Captain Brown promising to retain his name on the books of the _Pilot's Bride_ and allow him to s.h.i.+p again as third mate in the event of his taking to the sea once more when the two got tired of their sojourn on the island or found that sealing did not answer their expectations; but, for him, Fritz, the enterprise was a far more important one, changing the whole aspect of his career.
However, he wrote, he not only hoped for the best, but believed the undertaking would result more favourably than his most sanguine wishes led him to estimate its returns; still, in any case, it was better, he thought, to engage in it, rather than waste any further time in vainly searching for employment in the States.
But, whether successful or unfortunate, he was fully determined, so he concluded his letter, to return home within the period of three years to which he had limited his absence when leaving Lubeck; and, he prayed that his coming back would be the opening of a new era of happiness for them all--that is should the good G.o.d, who had so mercifully preserved their Eric from the dangers of the deep and restored the dead to life, prosper the joint enterprise of the reunited brothers, who, come what may, would now be together.
"Good-bye, dear mutterchen, and you, my darling Madaleine," were his last words. "Watch and pray for us, and look forward to seeing us again beneath the old roof-tree in time for our third Christmas festival from now; and, then, won't there be a home-coming, a house-warming, with us altogether once more!"
Much to Fritz's satisfaction, before the _Pilot's Bride_ was ready to put to sea, a reply was received to this communication, bidding the brother crusoes a cheery "G.o.d speed!" from home. Madame Dort was so overjoyed with the unexpected news of Eric's safety that she made no demur to the prolongation of his absence from home, the more especially now that he would be in Fritz's company. As for Madaleine, she expressed herself perfectly contented with her betrothed's plans, considering, as she did, that he would know best; but she was all the better pleased, she wrote, that he was going to an uninhabited island, as then he would be unable to come across other girls, who might blot her image from his heart.
"The little stupid!" as Fritz said fondly to himself when he read this,--"as if that were possible, the darling!"
If Madaleine, however, could have known that, when she penned those words, Master Fritz was engaged making himself agreeable to a party of New York belles who had come up from the stifling "Empire City" to see their cousins the Browns and sniff the bracing sea breezes of Narraganset Bay, she might not have been quite so easy in her mind!
But, she need not have alarmed herself much, for Fritz was too busily engaged, along with Eric, in helping Captain Brown to prepare the _Pilot's Bride_ for her forthcoming voyage, to spare much time to the fascinating fair ladies from Fifth Avenue.
The elder brother could do but little to aid the skipper in a nautical way; still, as a clerk, he proved himself of great a.s.sistance, attending to all the captain's correspondence and acting as a sort of supercargo.
Eric, however, having now had considerable experience of the sea, besides, as the skipper had said, being "a born sailor," came out in strong colours in all those minutiae required in getting a vessel ready for sea.
Really, he showed himself so active and intelligent that the skipper looked upon him as "his right-hand man"--at least, so declared he one day in the presence of Mrs Brown, Celia, and the entire family at the shanty, in full and open conclave; and no one disputed his statement, albeit Master Eric was sadly confused at the compliment.
But, how was it with the s.h.i.+p, in which, like twin Caesars, the brothers were about to embark "all their fortunes?"
Well, the _Pilot's Bride_, after going into dry dock and discharging cargo on her return home, first had her sheathing stripped and the exterior of her hull carefully examined to see that no rotten timber- work should be overlooked that might subsequently be fatal to her when battling with the billows in mid-ocean. She had then been recaulked and coppered; besides having her rigging set up again and tarred down, as well as the coverings and seizings replaced, and the chaffing gear paid over. Finally, on the yards being sent up and the rigging completed, with all the running gear seen to and thoroughly overhauled, a good coat of paint, and an overcoat, too, in addition was given to the vessel from bow to taffrail down to the water-line, with a white streak, in regular Yankee fas.h.i.+on, running along her ports. The stern gallery and rail were then gilded, as was also the figure-head--a wooden damsel, with arms akimbo, of the most unprepossessing appearance, representing the bride of the "pilot" whose name she bore.
This completed the exterior refitting of the s.h.i.+p.
Much remained to be done to her interior, however; and, here it was that Eric was able to be of considerable service, having learnt all of a sailor's duty in reference to the stowage of a vessel's hold--a matter that might seem easy enough to a landsman who only has to do with the packing of boxes, but which is of serious importance on board a s.h.i.+p, where the misplacement of the cargo may not only affect her sailing properties but also the safety of those she carries.
To commence with, the _Pilot's Bride_ being a whaler would have to start from her home port comparatively "light"--as, having no cargo to speak of, save the provisions for her own crew for twelve months and the stores she carried for the use of the sealing schooners amongst the islands, she was forced to take in a great deal of ballast to ensure her stability, and this had to be so apportioned in her hold as to make her of good trim.
This being done, the water and provisions were then s.h.i.+pped and a large number of empty casks placed on top of all the stores in the hold, amids.h.i.+ps. These latter were carried to be subsequently filled with the oil and skins that might be collected by the schooners acting as tenders to the _Pilot's Bride_ amongst the islands; and, besides, the s.h.i.+p had "trying pots" of her own to melt down the blubber of any whales or odd fish she might capture "on her own hook."
The brothers' belongings were next taken on board and placed in the cabin appropriated by Captain Brown to Fritz's use; and then, only the live stock remained to be s.h.i.+pped and the crew mustered for the vessel to be ready for sea, as now, with her sails bent she lay along the wharf at Providence, waiting but to be hauled out into the stream.
She was a barque of some three or four hundred tons, riding rather high out of the water in consequence of being mostly in ballast. In appearance she looked somewhat wall-sided, and she had those heavy round bows that are seen mostly in whaling vessels, which are thus protected forwards in order to resist the pressure of the ice in those arctic regions whither they go to and fro; but, in spite of her build, which resembled more that of a Dutch galliot--such as Fritz's eyes were accustomed to see in the ports of the North Sea--than an American merchantman, with her freshly painted hull, whose ports were picked out in white, and her tall shapely spars all newly varnished, the _Pilot's Bride_ looked as dapper and neat as her namesake. Eric certainly thought this, no matter what his brother's opinion might be, and believed there was every reason for Captain Brown taking the pride in the vessel that he did.
"There you are," said the skipper to the brothers, taking them with him to survey her from the jetty when all her preparations were finished, the vessel only waiting his mandate to haul out into the river--"did you ever see sich a tarnation duck of a beauty in all yer born days, hey?"