'How,' asked Gilbert now, while forcing a smile to his face as he
spoke, although it was but a poor, wan substitute for the bright,
joyous one that generally lit up his countenance--and, indeed, it was
only assumed with the hope of cheering his sweetheart by his side,
wherefore, like all other substitutes for the real thing, it was but a
wretched copy--'how are my brother-sufferers? It would be cheering
news to hear that some of them were regaining their sight.'
'At present,' Pooley replied, 'only one of your "fellow-sufferers"
seems to be doing so, and that's not a human being but no other than
Bella's _protégé_ the tiger-cub. That creature is, we all believe,
coming round. It is rambling about the deck by itself, but it
undoubtedly can see now to avoid hitting its head against the raffle
lying there. However,' he went on, 'here's a little information which
you may both be glad of, upon which he dropped his hand into his
nankeen jacket and produced from it an old, dirty, and much-thumbed
book, on which, in addition to many other unclean marks and stains,
were added droppings from candles.' It was evidently, as Bella at once
divined, one which had been pored over at night; while, had she been
well acquainted with the habits of those who dwelt in the forecastle,
she would have also understood that mercantile Jack is often in the
habit of sticking lighted bits of candle about whenever he wants to
read, and even to the sides of his bunk in which he lies, when he
sleeps in one instead of in a hammock.
'Millett,' her uncle went on, naming one of the men who had still
retained his eyesight, 'showed me this an hour ago. It belongs to poor
Wilks, and is a book entitled _Calamities of Sailors_, it being a
collection of odds and ends accumulated from various writers by an
unknown hand. Now, here,' he went on, 'is a strange account of
blindness attacking a vessel in much the same way as those in my poor
old _Emperor_ have been attacked, and----'
'Did they regain their sight?' exclaimed his listeners together; all
three, namely, Mrs. Pooley, Gilbert, and Bella, asking the same
question in almost the same words.
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