Adventure stories; Short stories, English -- Scottish authors; Soldiers -- Fiction
She proved to be a new one of some 800 tons burden, laden with silk
and indigo, to the value of £150,000, as her papers showed, bound
from Calcutta to the Cape; but how she came to be in these southern
waters surpassed our comprehension. The oddest thing of all was that
there seemed to have been a panic on board, for the deck and cabins
were strewed with the clothes of ladies and children; jewel-cases,
jewels, and Indian shawls lay everywhere; but the chief part of the
baggage had been taken away. Still more extraordinary was it to find
that she had been scuttled in every compartment, evidently for the
purpose of sinking her. Private letters, that we had no time to
examine, lay strewed about, and cloaks and coats, bonnets and caps,
yet hung on the hooks in the cabin. But what was her story, or the
fate of those who had abandoned her, or why they had done so, we were
fated never to know; for though our captain was in the highest glee
at picking up so valuable a derelict, and proposed to put a few of
the crew on board, and sail in company, a heavy gale came on after
sunset, with thick clouds, and when day broke she was nowhere to be
seen, and must have gone down in the night.
And now I come to the mystery of our disappearance.
Our voyage had been an exceedingly prosperous one till we reached the
vicinity of the Crozet Islands, in the South Pacific.
This solitary group, 'placed far amid the melancholy main,'
comprising the Marion Rocks and the Twelve Apostles, lies midway
between Prince Edward's Island and the Island of Kerguelen, the abode
only of seals and sea swallows, and twenty-two degrees west of the
equally solitary St. Paul's, whereon H.M.S. _Megara_ was cast away.
The Crozet Islands are all of volcanic origin--wild, rugged, and
horrid in aspect, and nearly inaccessible. Their mountains rise in
conical peaks to an elevation of from four to five thousand feet, and
are covered by perpetual snow, while dense fogs frequently envelop
their bases.
Before we came to this dangerous vicinity we had encountered a gale;
but it had spent its fury, and was subsiding. The prospect, however,
of the winter evening sea (for though the month was July, it was the
season of midwinter there) was cheerless--a darkening sky, and
nothing living in view but a seabird or two, swimming and skimming
over the white tops of the grey waves.
It had become evident to all on board that the captain's work as
navigator disagreed with that of the mate and Joe Rudderford. He was
'out of his reckoning,' but was wroth with anyone who dared to hint
that he was so; and, to allay his chagrin, drank large quantities of
spirits.
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