The Tale of Timber Town Part 2

When the Maoris were some fifty yards from the wreck, they spread themselves out in a line parallel to the reef on which lay the s.h.i.+p, her copper plates exposed half-way to the keel. "Rope! Rope! Rope!" shouted the Maoris. Their voices barely reached the s.h.i.+p, but the sailors well knew for what the swimmers risked their lives. Already a man had unrove the fore-signal-halyards, the sailors raised a shout and the coiled rope was thrown. It fell midway between Tahuna and Enoko, where Amiria was swimming. Quickly the brave girl grasped the life-line, and it was not long before her companions were beside her.

They now swam towards the channel. Once in the middle of that, they turned on their backs and floated, each holding tight to the rope, and the waves bearing them towards the sh.o.r.e.

The return pa.s.sage took only a few minutes, but to get through the breakers which whitened the beach with foam was a matter of life or death to the swimmers. They were grasped by the great seas and were hurled upon the grinding boulders; they were sucked back by the receding tide, to be again thrown upon the sh.o.r.e.

Tahuna was the first to scramble out of the surf, though he limped as he walked above high-water-mark. Amiria lay exhausted on the very margin, the shallow surge sweeping over her; but the rope was still in her hand.

The chief first carried the girl up the beach, and laid her, panting, on the stones; then he went back to look for the others. His wife, with wonderful fortune, was carried uninjured to his very feet, but Enoko was struggling in the back-wash which was drawing him into a great oncoming sea. Forgetting his maimed foot, the chief sprang towards his friend, seized hold of him and a boulder simultaneously, and let the coming wave pa.s.s over him and break upon the beach. Just as it retired, he picked up Enoko, and staggered ash.o.r.e with his helpless burden.

For five minutes they all lay, panting and still. Then Amiria got up and hauled on the life-line. Behind her a strange piece of rock, shaped like a roughly-squared pillar, stood upright from the beach. To this she made fast the line, on which she pulled hard and strong. Tahuna rose, and helped her, and soon out of the surf there came a two-inch rope which had been tied to the signal-halyards.

When the chief and the girl had fixed the thicker rope round the rock, Tahuna tied the end of the life-line about his waist, walked to the edge of the sea, and held up his hand.

That was a signal for the first man to leave the s.h.i.+p. He would have to come hand-over-hand along the rope, through the waters that boiled over the deadly rocks, and through the thundering seas that beat the sh.o.r.e.

And hand-over-hand he came, past the reef on which the s.h.i.+p lay, across the wild stretch of deep water, over the second and more perilous reef, and into the middle of the breakers of the beach. There he lost his hold, but Tahuna dashed into the surf, and seized him. The chief could now give no attention to his own safety, but his wife and Amiria hauled on the life-line, and prevented him and his burden from being carried seawards by the back-wash. And so the first man was saved from the wreck of _The Mersey Witch_.

Others soon followed; Tahuna became exhausted; his wife took his place, and tied the life-line round her waist. After she had rescued four men, Enoko came to himself and relieved her; and Amiria, not to be outdone in daring, tied the other end of the line about her waist, and took her stand beside the half-blind man.

As the captain, who was the last man to leave the s.h.i.+p, was dragged out of the raging sea, a troop of Maoris arrived from the _pa_ with blankets, food, and drink. Soon the newcomers had lighted a fire in a sheltered niche of the cliff, and round the cheerful blaze they placed the chilled and exhausted sailors.

The captain, when he could speak, said to Tahuna, "Weren't you one of those who swam out to the s.h.i.+p?"

"Yeh, boss, that me," replied the chief in broken English. "You feel all right now, eh?"

"Where are the women we saw in the water?"

"T'e _wahine_?" said Tahuna. "They all right, boss."

"Where are they? I should like to see them. I should like to thank them."

The chief's wife, her back against the cliff, was resting after her exertions. Amiria was attending to one of the men she had dragged out of the surf, a tall, fair man, whose limbs she was chafing beside the fire.

When the chief called to his wife and the girl, Amiria rose, and placing her Englishman in the charge of a big Maori woman, she flung over her shoulders an old _korowai_ cloak which she had picked up from the beach, and pus.h.i.+ng through the throng, was presented to the captain.

He was a short, thick-set man, weather-beaten by two score voyages. "So you're the girl we saw in the water," said he. "Pleased to meet you, miss, pleased to meet you," and then after a pause, "Your daughter, chief?"

Amiria's face broke into a smile, and from her pretty mouth bubbled the sweetest laughter a man could hear.

"Not my taughter," replied Tahuna, as his wife approached, "but this my _wahine_, what you call wife."

The Maori woman was smiling the generous smile of her race.

"You're a brave crowd," said the captain. "My crew and I owe you our lives. My prejudice against colour is shaken--I'm not sure that it'll ever recover the shock you've given it. A man may sail round the world a dozen times, an' there's still something he's got to learn. I never would ha' believed a man, let alone a woman, could ha' swum in such a sea. An' you're Natives of the country?--a fine race, a fine race." As they stood, talking, rain had commenced to drive in from the sea. The captain surveyed the miserable scene for a moment or two; then he said, "I think, chief, that if you're ready we'll get these men under shelter." And so, some supported by their dusky friends, and some carried in blankets, the crew of _The Mersey Witch_, drenched and cold, but saved from the sea, were conveyed to the huts of the _pa_.

CHAPTER III.

The Pilot's Daughter.

She came out of the creeper-covered house into a garden of roses, and stood with her hand on a green garden-seat; herself a rosebud bursting into perfection.

Below her were gravelled walks and terraced flower-beds, cut out of the hill-side on which the quaint, gabled house stood; her fragrant, small domain carefully secreted behind a tall, clipped hedge, over the top of which she could see from where she stood the long sweep of the road which led down to the port of Timber Town.

She was dressed in a plain, blue, cotton blouse and skirt; her not over-tall figure swelling plumply beneath their starched folds. Her hair was of a nondescript brown, beautified by a glint of gold, so that her uncovered head looked bright in the sunlight. Her face was such as may be seen any day in the villages which nestle beneath the Suss.e.x Downs, under whose shadow she was born; her forehead was broad and white; her eyes blue; her cheeks the colour of the blush roses in her garden; her mouth small, with lips coloured pink like a sh.e.l.l on the beach. As she stood, gazing down the road, shading her eyes with her little hand, and displaying the roundness and whiteness of her arm to the inquisitive eyes of nothing more lascivious than the flowers, a girl on horseback drew up at the gate, and called, "Cooee!"

She was tall and brown, dressed in a blue riding-habit, and in her hand she carried a light, silver-mounted whip. She jumped lightly from the saddle, opened the gate, and led her horse up the drive.

The fair girl ran down the path, and met her near the tethering-post which stood under a tall bank.

"Amiria, I _am_ glad to see you!"

"But think of all I have to tell you." The brown girl's intonation was deep, and she p.r.o.nounced every syllable richly. "We don't have a wreck every day to talk about."

"Come inside, and have some lunch. You must be famis.h.i.+ng after your long ride."

"Oh, no, I'm not hungry. _Taihoa_, by-and-by."

The horse was tied up securely, and the girls, a contrast of blonde and brunette, walked up the garden-path arm-in-arm.

"I have heard _such_ things about you," said the fair girl.

"But you should see him, my dear," said the brown. "You would have risked a good deal to save him if you had been there--tall, strong, struggling in the sea, and _so_ helpless."

"You _are_ brave, Amiria. It's nonsense to pretend you don't know it.

All the town is talking about you." The white face looked at the brown, mischievously. "And now that you have got him, my dear, keep him."

Amiria's laugh rang through the garden. "There is no hope for me, if _you_ are about, Miss Rose Summerhayes," she said.

"But wasn't it perfectly awful? We heard you were drowned yourself."

"Nonsense! I got wet, but that was all. Of course, if I was weak or a bad swimmer, then there would have been no hope. But I know every rock, every channel, where the sea breaks its force, and where it is strongest. There was no danger."

"How many men?"

"Twenty-nine; and the one drowned makes thirty."

"And which is _the_ particular one, your treasure trove? Of course, he will marry you as soon as the water is out of his ears, and make you happy ever afterwards."

Amiria laughed again. "First, he is handsome; next, he is a _rangatira_, well-born, as my husband ought to be. I really don't know his name.

Can't you guess that is what I have come to find out?"

"You goose. You've come to unburden yourself. You were just dying to tell me the story."

They had paused on the verandah, where they sat on a wooden seat in the shade.

"Anyway, the wreck is better for the Maori than a sitting of the Land Court--there! The sh.o.r.e is covered with boxes and bales and all manner of things. There are ready-made clothes for everyone in the _pa_, boots, tea, tobacco, sugar, everything that the people want--all brought ash.o.r.e from the wreck and strewn along the beach. The Customs' Officers get some, but the Maori gets most. I've brought you a memento."

She put her hand into the pocket of her riding-habit, and drew out a little packet. "That is for you--a souvenir of the wreck."