The Castaways: a story of adventure in the wilds of Borneo

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THE CASTAWAYS. WATCHING THE GORILLA. Page 178. THE CASTAWAYS: A STORY OP ADVENTURE IN THE WILDS OF BORNEO. BY CAPTAIN MAYNE REID. LONDON: T. NELSON AND SONS, PATERNOSTER ROW; EDINBURGH ; AND NEW YOKK. 187O. CONTENTS. I. A CASTAWAY CREW, ... ... ... ... ... 9 II. THE HAMMEK-HEAD, ... ... ... ... ... 15 III. THE ALBATROSS, ... ... ... ... ... ... 21 IV. THE CKY OF THE DUGONG , ... ... ... ... ... 28 V. RUNNING THE BREAKERS, ... ... ... ... ... 85 VI. A GIGANTIC OYSTER, ... „, ... .. ... 40 VII. A DANGEROUS LOCALITY 47 VIII. SHOOTING AT FRUIT, 55 IX. GAGGING A GAVIAI ; 63 X. BURROWING BIRDS, ... ... ... ... ■■■ 71 XI. THE LANOONS, ... ... ... ... ... ••■ 84 XII. KRISSING A CONSTRICTOR, 93 XIII. CHICKS QUICK TO TAKE WING 99 XIV. A GRAND TREE-CLIMBER, ... ... ... ... ... 106 XV. SOMETHING SHARP, ... ... ... ... ... 115 XVI.

AN ENEMY IN THE AIR ... ... ... ... ... 120 XVII. SITTING BY THE SPIT, ... ... ... 127 XVIII. SICK AFTER SUPPER, ... ... ... 135 XIX. AN UNEASY NIGHT, 140 XX. THE DEADLY UPAS, 146 XXI. STARTING FOR THE INTERIOR, 152 XXII. ACROSS COUNTRY, CONTENTS. XXIII. TOUGH TRAVELLING, ... ... ... ... .. 169 XXIV. A RED SATYR, ... . . .. ... .. ... 176 XXV. SILENCE RESTORED, ... ... ... ... ... 180 XXVI. IN FEAR AND TEEMELsNG, ... ... .. ... 184 XXVII. A SPECTACLE RARELY SEEN, ... ... ... ... 1.1 XXVIII. STILL TRUSTING IN GOD, ... .. ... ... ] 97 XXIX. A CAPTIVE CARRIED ALOFT, ... ... ... 203 XXX. WHAT WILL BECOME OF HER ? - ... ... 210 XXXI. THE PURSUIT ARRESTED, .. .. ... . . 215 XXXII. LISTENING IN DESPAIR, .. ... ... ... 220 XXXIII. STRIKING OUT, ... ... .. .. ■ ... ... 226 XXXIV. SWIMMING IN SHADOW, ... ... ... ... 231 XXXV.

THE FAMILY AT HOME, ... .. ... ... 235 XXXVI. AN IMPROVISED PALANQUIN. ... ... ... ... 241 XXXVII. THE JOURNEY CONTINUED, ... ... ... ... 245 XXXVIII. THE FRIENDLY FLAG, ... ... ... ... ... THE CASTAWAYS.

Chapter I

A CASTAWAY CREW. BOAT upon the open sea— no land in sight ! It is an open boat, the size and form showing it to be the pinnace of a merchant-ship. It is a tropical sea, with a fiery sun overhead, slowly coursing through a sky of brilliant azure. The boat has neither sail nor mast. There are oars, but no one is using them. They lie athwart the tholes, their blades dipping in the water, with no hand upon the grasp. And yet the boat is not empty. Seven human forms are seen within it, — sis of them living, and one dead. THE CASTAWAY CREW. Of the living, four are full-grown men; three of them white, the fourth of an umber-brown, or bistre colour. One of the white men is tall, dark and bearded, with features bespeaking him either a Euro pean or an American, though their somewhat elon gated shape and classic regularity would lead to a belief that he is the latter, and in all probability a native of New York.

And so he is. The features of the white man sittingnearest to him are in strange contrast to his, as is also the colour of his hair and skin. The hair is of a carroty shade, while his complexion, originally reddish, through long exposure to a tropical sun exhibits a yeUowish, freckled appearance. The countenance so marked is unmistakably of Milesian type. So it should be, as its owner is an Irishman. The third white man, of thin, lank frame, with face almost beardless, pale cadaverous cheeks, and eyes sunken in their sockets, and there rolling wildly, is one of those nondescripts who may be English, Irish, Scotch, or American. His dress betokens hin. to be a seaman, a common sailor. He of the brown complexion, with flat spreading nose, high cheek-bones, oblique eyes, and straight, raven black hair, is evidently a native of the East, a Malay.

The two other living figures in the boat are those THEIR MISERABLE CONDITION. of a boy and girl. They are white. They differ but little in size, and but a year or two in age, the girl being fourteen and the boy about sixteen. There is also a resemblance in their features. They are brother and sister. The fourth white, who lies dead in the bottom of the boat, is also dressed in seaman's clothes, and has evidently in his lifetime been a common sailor. It is but a short time since the breath departed from his body ; and judging by the appearance of the others, it may not be long before they will all follow him into another world. How weak and emaciated they appear, as if in the last stage of starvation ! The boy and girl lie along the stern-sheets, with wasted arms, embracing each other. The tall man sits on one of the benches, gazing mechanically upon the corpse at his feet ; while the other three also have their eyes upon it, though with very different expressions.

That upon the face of the Irishman is of sadness, as if for the loss of an old shipmate ; the Malay looks on with the impassive tranquillity peculiar to his race ; while in the sunken orbs of the nondescript can be detected a look that speaks of a horrible craving — the craving of cannibalism. The scene described, and the circumstances which have led to it, call for explanation. It is easily ALL LOST BUT THESE. given. The taU dark-bearded man is Captain Robert Redwood, the skipper of an American merchant vessel, for some time trading among the islands of i O O the Indian Archipelago. The Irishman is his ship carpenter, the Malay his pilot, while the others are two common sailors of his crew. The boy and girl are his children, who, having no mother or near re latives at home, have been brought along with him on his trading voyage to the Eastern Isles.

The vessel passing from Manilla, in the Philippines, to the Dutch settlement of Macassar, in the island of Celebes, has been caught in a typhoon and swamped near the middle of the Celebes Sea ; her crew have escaped inaboat — the pinnace — but saved from death by drowning only to find, most of them, the same watery grave after long-procrastinated suffering from thirst, from hunger, from aU the agonies of starvation. One after another have they succumbed, and been thrown overboard, untU the survivors are only six in number. And these are but skeletons, each look ing as if another day, or even another hour, might terminate his wretched existence. It may seem strange that the youthful pair in the stern-sheets, still but tender children, and the girl more especially, should have withstood the terrible suffering beyond a period possible to many strong men, tough sailors every one of them.

But it is STRUGGLING FOR LIFE. not so strange after all, or rather after knowing that, in the struggle with starvation, youth always proves itself superior to age, and tender childhood will live on where manhood gives way to the weakness of inanition. That Captain Redwood is himself one of the strongest of the survivors may be due partly to the fact of his having a higher organism than that of o o o his ship-comrades. But, no doubt, he is also sus tained by the presence of the two children, his affec tion for them and fear for their fate warding off despair, and so strengthening within him the prin ciple of vitality. If affection has aught to do with preserving life, it is strong enough in the Irishman to account also for the preservation of his ; for although but the carpenter in Captain Redwood's ship, he regards the captain with a feeling almost fraternal.

He had been one of his oldest and steadiest hands, and long service has led to a fast friendship between him and his old skipper. On the part of the Irishman, this feeling is extended to the youthful couple who recline, with clasped hands, along the sternmost seat of the pinnace. As for the Malay, thirst and hunger have also made their marks upon him ; but not as with those of Occidental race. It may be that his bronze skin ABOVE AND BELOW. does not show so plainly the pallor of suffering ; but, at all events, he still looks lithe and life-like, supple and sinewy, as if he could yet take a spell at the oar, and keep alive as long as skin and bone held together. If all are destined to die in that open boat, he will certainly be the last. He with the hollow eyes looks as if he would be the first.

Down upon this wretched group, a picture of misery itself, shines the hot sun of the tropics ; around it, far as eye could reach, extends the calm sea, glassed, and glancing back his rays, as though they were reflected from a sheet of liquid fire ; beneath them gleams a second firmament through the pellucid water, a sky peopled with strange forms that are not birds : more like are they to dragons ; for among them can be seen the horrid form of the devil-fish, and the stiU more hideous figure of the hammer-headed shark. And alone is that boat above them, seemingly suspended in the air, and only separated from these dreadful monsters by a few feet of clear water, through which they can dart with the speed of electricity. Alone, with no land in sight, no ship or sail, no other boat — no thing that can give them a hope. AU bright above, around, and beneath ; but with in their hearts only darkness and the dread of death !

Chapter II. The Hammer-head

OR some time the castaways had been seated in moody silence, now and then glancing J at the corpse in the bottom of the boat, some of them no doubt thinking how long it might be before they themselves would occupy the same situation. But now and then, also, their looks were turned upon one another, not hopefully, but with a mechani cal effort of despair. In one of these occasional glances, Captain Red wood noticed the unnatural glare in the eyes of the surviving sailor, as also did the Irishman. Simul taneously were both struck with it, and a significant look was exchanged between them. For a period of over twenty hours this man had been behaving oddly ; and they had conceived something more than a suspicion of his insanity. The death of the sailor lying at the bottom of the THE CAPTAIN'S PRECAUTION. boat, now the ninth, had rendered him for a time more tranquil, and he sat quiet on his seat, with elbows resting on his knees, his cheeks held between the palms of his hands.

But the wild stare in his eyes seemed to have become only more intensified as he kept them fixed upon the corpse of his comrade. It was a look worse than wild ; it had in it the ex pression of craving. On perceiving it, and after a moment spent in reflection, the captain made a sign to the ship carpenter, at the same time saying, — " Murtagh, it's no use our keeping the body any longer in the boat. Let us give it such burial as the sea vouchsafes to a sailor, — and a true one he _ j was. He spoke these words quietly,, and in a low tone, as if not intending them to be heard by the sus pected maniac. " A thrue sailor ! ' rejoined the Irishman. " Truth ye' re roight there, captin. Och, now ! to think he's the ninth of them we've throwed overboard, all the crew of the owld ship, exceptin' our three selves, widout countin' the Malay an' the childer.

If it wasn't that yer honour's still left, I'd say the best goes first ; for the nigger there looks as if he'd last out the whole lot of — " The captain, to whom this imprudent speech was DISPOSING OF THE DEAD. 17 torture, with a gesture brought it to an abrupt termination. He was in fear of its effect not on the Malay, but on the insane sailor. The latter, however, showed no sign of having heard or understood it ; and in a whisper Murtagh received instructions how to act. " You lay hold of him by the shoulders," were the words spoken, " while I take the feet. Let us slip him quietly over without making any stir. Saloo, remain you where you are; we won't need your help." This last speech was addressed to the Malay, and in his own language, which would not be understood by any other than himself.

The reason for laying the injunction upon him was, that he sat in the boat beyond the man deemed mad, and his coming across to the others might excite the latter, and bring about some vaguely dreaded crisis. The silent Malay simply nodded an assent, showing no sign that he comprehended why his assistance was not desired. For all that, he understood it, he too having observed the mental condition of the sailor. Rising silently from their seats, and advanc ing toward the dead body, the captain and carpenter, as agreed upon, laid hold of and raised it up in their arms. Even weak as both were, it was not much of a lift to them. It was not a corpse, only a skele- 1256) AN OCEAN-GRAVE. ton, with the skin stiU adhering, and drawn tightly over the bones. Resting it upon the gunwale of the boat, they made a moment's pause, their eyes turned heaven ward, as if mentally repeating a prayer.

The Irishman, a devout believer in the efficacy of outward observances, with one hand detached from the corpse, made the sign of the cross. Then was the body again raised between them, held at arm's length outward, and tenderly lowered down upon the water. There was no plunge, only a tiny plashing, as if a chair, or some other piece of light woodwork, had been dropped gently upon the surface of the sea. But slight as was the sound, it produced an effect, start ling as instantaneous. The sailor, whose dead com rade was thus being consigned to the deep, as it were, surreptitiously, all at once sprang to his feet, sending forth a shriek that rang fax over the tranquil water. AVith one bound, causing the pinnace to heel fearfully over, he placed himself by the side over which the corpse had been lowered, and stood with arms upraised, as if intending to plunge after it.

The sight underneath should have awed him. The dead body was slowly, gradually sinking, its garb of dark blue Guernsey shirt becoming lighter THE TYPE OF A MONSTER. 19 blue as it went deeper down in the cerulean water ; while fast advancing to meet it, as if coming up from the darkest depths of the ocean, was a creature of monstrous shape, the very type of a monster. It was the hideous hammer-headed shark, the dreaded zygœna of the Celebes Sea. With a pair of enormous eyes glaring sullenly out from two immense cheek-like protuberances, giving to its head that singular sledge-hammer appearance whence it has its name, it advanced directly toward the slow-descending corpse, itself, however, moving so rapidl}7 that the spectators above had scarce taken in the outlines of its horrid form, when this was no longer visible.

It was hidden in what appeared a shower of bluish pearls suddenly projected under neath the water, and enveloping both the dead body of the sailor and the living form of the shark. Through the dimness could be distinguished gleams of a pale phosphoric sheen like lightning flashes through a sky cloud ; and soon after froth and bubbles rose effervescing upon the surface of the sea. It was a terrible spectacle, though only of an instant's duration. When the subaqueous cloud cleared away, and they again looked with peering eyes down into the pellucid depths, there was no thing there, neither dead body of man, nor living form of monster. The zygœna had secured its prey, THE HAMMER-HEADED SHARK. and carried the skeleton corpse to some dark cavern of the deep ! * * The hammer-headed shark, in common language, is rightly designated one of the most hideous of marine animals.

We mean hideous in outward appearance, for, of course, there is much both wonderful and beautiful in its internal organi zation, and in the exquisite fitness of its structure for its peculiar part in the economy of nature. In the general outline of its body, which is something like that of a cylinder, it resembles the ordinary sharks ; and its distinctive feature is its head, which, on either side, expands like a double-headed hammer. The eyes are very large, and p aced at each extremity. It is found in the Mediter ranean Sea, as well as in the Indian Ocean, and is noted for its fierceness and voracity

Chapter III. The Albatross Aptain Redwood

and the Irishman were horrified at the sight that had passed under their eyes. So, too, were the children, who had both started up from their reclining attitude, and looked ove. the side of the boat. Even the impassive Malay, aU his life used to stirring scenes, in which blood was often shed, could not look down into those depths, disturbed by such a tragical occurrence, with out having aroused within him a sensation of horror. All of them recoiled back into the boat, stagger ing down upon their seats. One alone remained standing, and with an expression upon his face as if he was desirous of again beholding the sight. It was not a look that betrayed pleasure, but one grim and ghastly, yet strong and steady, as if it penetrated the profoundest depths of the ocean. It was the look of the insane sailor.

JUMPING OVERBOARD. If his companions had still held any lingering doubts about his insanity, it was sufficient to dispel them. It was the true stare of the maniac. It was not long continued. Scarce had they re sumed their seats when the man, once more elevating his arms in the air, uttered another startling shriek, if possible louder and wilder than before. He had stepped upon one of the boat seats, and stood with body bent, half leaning over the gunwale, in the attitude of a diver about to make his headlong plunge. There could be no mistaking his intention to leap overboard, for his comrades could see that his muscles were strained to the effort. All three — the captain, Murtagh, and the Malay — suddenly rose again, and leant forward to lay hold on him. They were too late. Before a finger could touch him he had made the fatal spring ; and the next moment he was beneath the surface of the sea!

None of them felt strong enough to leap after and try to save him. In all probability, the effort would have been idle, and worse ; for the mad fancy that seemed urging him to self-destruction might still influence his mind, and carry another victim into the same vortex with himself. Restrained by this thought, they stood up in the boat, and watched for his coming up again. A CRY FOR HELP. 23 He did so at length, but a good distance off. A breeze had been gradually springing up, and during his dive the pinnace had made some way, by drifting before it. When his head was again seen above the curling water, he was nearly a hundred yards to windward of the boat. He was not so far off as to prevent them from reading the expression upon his face, now turned toward them. It had become changed, as if by magic.

The wild look of insanity was gone, and in its place was one almost equally wild, though plainly was it an expression of fear, or indeed terror. The immersion into the cold, deep sea, had told upon his fevered brain, producing a quick re action of reason ; and his cries for help, now in piteous tones sent back to the boat, showed that he understood the peril in which he had placed himself. They were not unheeded. Murtagh and the Malay rushed, or rather tottered, to the oars ; while the captain threw himself into the stern, and took hold of the tiUer-ropes. In an instant the pinnace was headed round, and moving through the water in the direction of the swimmer ; who, on his side, swam toward them, though evidently with feeble stroke. There seemed not much doubt of their being able to pick him up.

The only danger thought of by any of them was the zygœna ; but they hoped the shark might be still TO THE RESCUE ! 24 occupied with its late prey, and not seeking another victim. There might be another shark, or many more ; but for some time past one only had been seen in the neighbourhood of the boat; the shark, as they supposed, which had but recently devoured the dead body of the saHor. Trusting to this conjecture, they plied the oars with aU the Uttle strength left in their arms. Still, notwithstanding their feeble efforts, and the impediment of pulling against the wind, they were nearing the unfortunate man, surely, if slowly. They had got over half the distance ; less than half a cable's length was now between the boat and the struggling swimmer. Not a shark was to be seen on the water, nor beneath it — no fish of any kind — nothing whatever in the sea.

Only, in the sky above, a large bird, whose long scimitar-shaped wings and grand curving beak told them what it was — an albatross. It was the great albatross of the Indian seas, with an extent of wing beyond that of the largest eagle, and almost equalling the spread of the South American condor.* They scarce looked at it, or even glanced above ; * The albatross is the largest of the ocean-birds, its wings, when extended, measuring fifteen feet, and its weight sometimes exceeding twenty to twenty-four pounds. The common albatross is the Biomedea exulans of naturalists. Its plumage, except a few of the wing feathers, is white ; its long, hard beak, which is very powerful, is of a pale yellow colour ; and its short, webbed feet are flesh coloured. It is frequently met with in the Southern Ocean.

The species men tioned in the text is the black-beaked albatross, which frequents the Indian THE ALBATROSS. Paee 26. SHALL WE SAVE HIM? 25 they were looking below for the zygœna — scanning the surface of the water around them, or with their eyes keenly bent, endeavouring to penetrate its indigo depths in search of the monstrous form. No shark in sight. All seemed well ; and despite the piteous appeals of the swimmer, now toiling with feebler stroke, and scarce having power to sustain himself, they in the pinnace felt sure of being able to rescue him. Less than a quarter cable's length lay between. The boat, urged on by the oars, was stHl lessening the distance. Five minutes more, and they would be close to their comrade, and lift him over the gunwale. Still no zygœna in sight — no shark of any kind.

"Poor fellow! he seems quite cured; we shall be able to save him." It was Captain Redwood who thus spoke. The Irishman was about making a little hopeful rejoinder, when his speech was cut short by a cry from Saloo, who had suspended his stroke, as if paralyzed by some sudden despair. waters. The albatross is a formidable enemy to the sailor, for if one falls over board he will assuredly fall a victim to this powerful bird, unless rescued im mediately by his comrades. Its cry has some resemblance to that of the pelican ; but it will also, when excited, give vent to a noise not unlike the braying of an ass. The female makes a rude nest of earth on the sea-shore, and deposits therein her solitary e^ff which is about four inches long, white, and spotted at the larger end. THE FATAL ALBATROSS. The Malay, who, as well as Murtagh, had been sitting with his back toward the swimmer, had slewed himself round with a quick jerk, that told of some surprise.

The movement was caused by a shadow flitting over the boat; something was passing rapidly through the air above. It had caught the attention of the others, who, on hearing Saloo's cry, looked up along with him. They saw only the albatross moving athwart the sky, no longer slow sailing as before, but with the swift-cutting flight of a falcon pouncing down upon its prey. It seemed descending not in a straight line, but in an acute parabolic curve, like a thunder bolt or some aerolite projected toward the surface of the sea. But the bird, with a whirr like the sound of running spindles, was going in a definite direction, the point evidently aimed at being the head of the swimmer ! A strange commingled shout arose over the ocean, in which several voices bore part. Surprise pealed forth from the lips of those in the boat, and terror from the throat of the struggling man, while a hoarse croak from the gullet of the albatross, foUowed by what appeared a mocking scream of triumph.

Then quick succeeded a crashing sound, as the sharp heavy beak of the bird broke through the skull of the swimmer, striking him dead, as if by the shot of a " NEVER — FOR EVER ! " 27 six-pounder, and sending his lifeless body down to ward the bottom of the sea ! It came not up again — at all events, it was never more seen by his castaway companions ; who, dropping the oars in sorrowful despair, allowed the boat to drift away from the fatal spot — in whatever direction the soft-sighing breeze might capriciously carry it.

Chapter IV. The Cry Of The Dugong

NTIL the clay on which the ninth sailor had ' died of starvation, and the tenth had been f struck dead by the sea-bird, the castaways had taken an occasional spell at the oars. They now no longer touched, nor thought of them. Weakness prevented them, as well as despondency. For there was no object in continuing the toil ; no land in sight, and no knowledge of any being near. Should a ship chance to come their way, they were as likely to be in her track lying at rest, as if engaged in laboriously rowing. They permitted the oars, therefore, to remain motionless between the thole pins, themselves sitting listlessly on the seats, most of them with their heads bent despairingly downward. The Malay alone kept his shining black eyes on the alert, as if despair had not yet prostrated him. The long sultry day that saw the last of their two A CLOUDY NIGHT. 29 sailor comrades, at length came to a close, without any change in their melancholy situation.

The fierce hot sun went down into the bosom of the sea, and was followed by the short tropic twilight. As the shades of night closed over them, the father, kneeling beside his children, sent up a prayer to Him who still held their lives in His hand ; while Murtagh said the Amen ; and the dark-skinned Malay, who was a Mohammedan, muttered a similar petition to Allah. It had been their custom every night and morning, since parting from the foundered ship, and during all their long-protracted perils in the pinnace. Perhaps that evening's vesper was more fervent than those preceding it ; for they felt they could not last much longer, and that aU of them were slowly, surely dying. This night, a thing something unusual, the sky became obscured by clouds. It might be a good omen, or a bad one. If a storm, their frail boat would run a terrible risk of being swamped ; but if rain should accompany it, there might be a chance of collecting a little water upon a tarpaulin that lay at the bottom.

As it turned out, no rain fell, though there arose what might be called a storm. The breeze, springing up at an early hour of the day, commenced increas ing after sunset. HOISTING A SAIL. It was the first of any consequence they had en countered since taking to the boat; and it blew right in the direction whither they intended steering. With the freshening of the wind, as it came cool upon his brow, the castaway captain seemed to become inspired with a slight hope. It was the same with Murtagh and the Malay. " If we only had a sail," muttered the captain, with a sigh. "Sail, cappen — lookee talpolin ! " said Saloo, speaking in "pigeon English," and pointing to the tarpaulin in the bottom of the boat. " Why no him makee sail ? " " Vis, indade ; why not ? " questioned the Irishman. " Comee, Multa ! you help me ; we step one oal — it makee mass — we lig him up little time."

" All roight, Sloo," responded Murtagh, leaning over and seizing one of the oars, while the Malay lifted the tarpaulin from where it lay folded up, and commenced shaking the creases out of it. With the dexterity of a practised sailor, Murtagh soon had the oar upright, and its end "stepped," between two ribs of the boat, and firmly lashed to one of the strong planks that served as seats. Assisted by the captain himself, the tarpaulin was bent on, and with a " sheet " attached to one corner, BEFORE THE WIND. 31 rigged sail-fashion. Iu an instant it caught the stiff breeze, and bellied out ; Avhen the pinnace, feeling the impulse, began to move rapidly through the water, leaving in her wake a stream of sparkling phosphorescence that looked like liquid fire. They had no compass, and therefore could not tell the exact direction in which they were being carried.