Orphan Island

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BOOKS BY ROSE MACAULAY

ORPHAN ISLAND TOLD BY AN IDIOT MYSTERY AT GENEVA DANGEROUS AGES POTTERISM

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Chapter I The Beginning Of It I

Miss CHARLOTTE SmiTH, a kind-hearted lady of thirty or so, set forth in the year 1855 to conduct some fifty orphans, of various nationalities and all of them under ten years of age, from East London to San Francisco, where an orphanage had been provided for them by a wealthy philanthropist, who was so right-minded as to desire to use in this manner some of the riches he had obtained in the Californian gold rush of six years before. They went in a large steamship, provided also by the philanthropist, much of it being fitted out as a creche, with such arrangements for the entertainment, restraint, and otherwise rendering as peaceable and innocuous as might be, of infant orphans, as occurred to thoughtful and philanthropic minds in the middle years of the nineteenth century. There were a number of little walled pens for the more juvenile orphans, in which they sat and disported themselves with bricks, rattles, dolls, balls, wooden animals, and the other harmless objects suitable to their tender years; there were shelves stocked with books for the young which it was hoped that the elder 11 orphans might be induced to peruse; there were basins everywhere, of which it was hoped such orphans as should be overcome by the sea’s motion would avail themselves; there were tin baths suitable for their ablutions, and cots in which they might be placed when washed. Miss Smith had under her a Scottish nurse and a French (Protestant) nursemaid, and between them the three women did what was necessary for their little charges.

Every day Miss Smith would conduct the elder orphans on deck, and give them instruction in reading, writing, arithmetic, the Scriptures, the English language (with which even the British orphans had but a trifling acquaintance) and the wisdom and beneficence of the Deity as evinced by His wonders in the deep. When they saw flying fish—‘You see, my children,” said Miss Smith, “how good God is. He has caused both the birds to swim and the fish to fly, in order that such perverse men as are too hardened in their blindness to be moved, as they should be, by the common course of nature, that is to say, by flying birds and swimming fish, may, seeing these still greater marvels, believe in spite of themselves and be saved.”

For Miss Smith had been taught, and in her turn taught the orphans, that God had arranged all His marvels with a view to man, the central figure of the universe. “Why were worms made?” a disgusted orphan, digging in its little garden patch in England, had once inquired of her, and her reply was ready and simple. “To make ground-bait for man when he fishes, my love.” And that seemed to the orphan a very reasonable reply, as, indeed, it was. Miss Smith had a reply to everything; no orphan ever caught her at a loss. “Why,” the unfortunate and disturbed children would ask, “are we sick when the ship rolls?”

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Miss Smith would attempt no discourse on the nature of the internal and gastronomic system of man, but would say placidly as she sewed, “In order, my dears, that we may know that we are in God’s hand, and that of ourselves we are nothing. Man, the lord of creation and the noblest of the animals, has but to step off solid earth on to the rocking deep to lose all his equilibrium and his pride, and often a great deal more besides. It is good for us,” said Miss Smith absently, as she bit off her thread, “to be thus humiliated. . . . But,” she added, more kindly, “you will doubtless get better, my dears, as you become used LURE

The ship’s doctor, an Irishman with long ginger whiskers, was passing by, and had stopped to listen to Miss Smith’s discourse. Here he guffawed, with. what seemed to Miss Smith a very unseemly, mocking kind of merriment, and ejaculated, with the vilest pronunciation imaginable, “Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas. Faith, ma’am, you know the reason for everything!”’

“Tt is time, children,’ said Miss Smith to the orphans, “that you went below,” and firmly she gathered the orphans together about her crinoline and swept them away. She did not care for the ship’s doctor, who was a papist by upbringing, an atheist by temperament, if not by conviction, a disagreeable, mocking man, a quoter of Latin tags which were probably indelicate, a lover of strong drink, and scarcely to be considered a gentleman. Miss Charlotte Smith was herself the daughter of a very respectable English country clergyman, of the Evangelical persuasion. Such clergymen, such clergymen’s daughters, abounded more greatly then than now.

The voyage took its course, broken only by the customary incidents of ocean journeys in those days, until some days after the S.S. Providence had rounded Cape Horn. Then the unfortunate and not very soundly constructed ship met with very foul weather, and one Saturday night collided with a sunken reef and was stove in below her water-line. All hope being given up, beyond that which lay in the launching of the boats and the improbable mercies of Providence, the captain sent a message to Miss Smith that she should immediately come on deck with her numerous little charges and their two nurses, in order that they might all be embarked in the boats. Hurriedly attiring themselves in such garments as were necessary (Miss Smith did not omit her crinoline), the three women dragged the orphans from their beds, wrapped their little coats or shawls about them, and conducted them on deck.

What a sight met their eyes! The sea’s fury had now abated, but the smitten ship lay aslant at such an angle that the waves washed over her decks; she was lurching slowly to starboard, soon obviously to sink into her watery grave. The black and sullen seas, though appeased in violence, still moaned sullenly, while the receding storm still reverberated.

At the shocking spectacle, the orphans wailed, and Miss Smith, clasping her hands and looking up to heaven, exclaimed: “But for the mercy of Providence, we are indeed lost! Who shall survive the wrath of the Almighty as expressed by His storms and His seas?”

“Who indeed, madam?” replied the captain. “Very probably none of us will. Our only hope is in the t boats, and they have but small chance of reaching safety. But, by your leave, we will now embark these children. They, poor fatherless creatures, must all, if possible, be saved. And you yourself also, madam, for these infants would be in a sad plight without your care, should they ever win to safety.”

Hearing these words, Anne-Marie, the French nursemaid, fearing that she was not to be among the rescued, set up a great lamentation, so that the infants, clinging about her, wept too, and every one was in an uproar, and Jean, the Scottish nurse, said sharply, “Hauld your whist, girl. If the Lord has it in His mind to save ye, saved ye wull be, and if He has it writ in His Book to drown ye, drowned ye wull be, wail ye never sae sair. So hauld your whist, lassie, and await His guid pleasure, and keep the bairns quiet. Their greeting adds confusion to the scene.”

“Well spoken, Jean,” said Miss Smith. “It is indeed of little use for any of us to bewail our fate, for what will be will be, and what is appointed for us we have none of us any idea. If it be God’s will that we come safely through this fearful storm, why then we shall come through it. If not...”

“Why then, ma’am, we'll drown,” Dr. O’Malley finished for her shortly, for, indeed, time was short. “Dum loquor hora fugit,” he added, “that is to say, this is no time for blather.”

“Very true, doctor,” the captain agreed. “We must make all haste with the boats if any one is to be saved, for the sea is gaining on us at a prodigious rate.”

It was a difficult business lowering the long boats into the tossing sea and then lowering into them the orphans, who, with the folly and incapacity of their years, made the task as troublesome as it could well be; indeed, several infants were unhappily lost in the process. Finally the two largest boats were each loaded with twenty orphans and some sailors to take the oars and steer. In one of them Miss Smith embarked, while the other contained the nurse Jean. The third boat held the seven remaining orphans, Anne- Marie, and various of the officers and crew, including Dr. O’Malley. The fourth never got launched, for the ship foundered as they lowered it, and all left on deck were sucked beneath the turbulent waters. The third boat also was involved in this disaster, not having yet cleared herself from the ship sufficiently to weather the wash caused by the vessel’s subsidence. The boat capsized, and its wretched inmates were flung into the sea, which was so wild that they were immediately scattered far and wide and no rescues could be effected by the other two boats.

“Unhappy fatherless infants!” Miss Smith mourned the seven perished orphans. “What a pitiful fate is theirs! But at least their little lives were (comparatively) innocent” — (though Miss Smith had for long been in charge of children, she did not actually know them very well)—‘whereas the unfortunate doctor has been called to his last account with who knows what of sin upon his conscience! God does indeed move in a mysterious way. Yet indeed, are we ourselves in much better case? What chance have we to make any refuge in these lonely seas, or to survive long the tempests of the deep?”

These inquiries, which were indeed merely rhetorical, were not answered by the sailors, who needed all their breath for their labour. Miss Smith very properly used hers for singing hymns and offering up prayers for deliverance; as for the orphans, all theirs was spent on wailings and lamentings, due rather to present discomfort, for the cold and wet and the lurching of the boats was very disagreeable to them, than to fear, which they were too irrational to feel acutely.

Presently a voice hailed the boats from the water, and Dr. O’Malley was observed to be bobbing up and down near them, clinging to a spar from the wreck. With some difficulty he was extracted from the sea and dragged into the boat in which Miss Smith presided, where he lay in a great state of exhaustion, consoling himself with a bottle which, even in this fearful hour, he had not forgotten to place in his pocket before leaving the ship.

“Strange indeed,” mused Miss Smith, “are the ways of Providence, which has thought fit, in Its inscrutable wisdom to save the doctor and to drown seven innocent infants.”

Thus the fearful night wore through, becoming before morning much calmer, so that when dawn lightened the sky it revealed a dreary waste of gray waters which heaved indeed, and very disagreeably, but with so great an assuagement of their earlier fury that the danger of swamping seemed practically at an end. The two boats had kept within hail of one another, and daybreak found them but a few yards apart. The only other object visible in that vast and watery waste was a low mound of land which looked to be but a mile or so away.

“America!” ejaculated Miss Smith. “The Almighty be thanked that He has guided us aright through the deep!” ;

The doctor emitted a sound of scornful and intoxicated mirth. The sailors addressed Miss Smith with no greater contempt than that which they entertained for all her sex.

“America, ma’am,” one of them said, “is some two thousand miles away. That is some lonely Pacific island, which may or may not be inhabited. We had best approach it, and, if it does not appear to be peopled by savages, we can land on its shores and rest a while and look for fresh water.”

“With all my heart, my good men,” Miss Smith agreed. “These unfortunate children are sadly in need of a little repose on dry land. Heaven send that it may not be inhabited by implacable natives!”

“Natives,” the sailor answered her, ‘“‘are very generally implacable, where they exist at all. So, by your leave, ma’am, should any signs of human life be observable on the island, we will not land, but make our escape as rapidly as may be.”

“With all my heart,” Miss Smith again agreed, and having communicated their project to the other boat, the men bent lustily to the oars and were very soon within a stone’s throw of the island.

It had a most agreeable look, being surrounded, as such islands so frequently are, by a lagoon, half a mile in width, bounded by a low circular reef of red and white coral. The island itself, which had a rather curious formation, being two peninsulas joined by a narrow neck of land, had a sandy shore, and dense woods of palm trees, banana trees, bread-fruit trees, prickly pears, mangoes, and other vegetation familiar to all who have perused island literature. Further, it had, to the relief of the castaways, every appearance of being peaceful and uninhabited.

“We're in luck, it appears,” said Dr. O’Malley, but Miss Smith reproved him.

“Luck, sir, is perhaps scarcely the word to apply to these fore-ordained mercies.”

“As you like, my good girl, as you like. I admire the way you keep it up, even, so to speak, in the maw of death. Yes, ma’am, I admire it, and I’m telling you so frankly. Get way on her, men. We must make for that gap in the reef, and then we should have a clear run on to yonder strip of beach. There’s another fore-ordained mercy for you, ma’am, that this is a lagoon island and has a reef to shelter it, and isn’t exposed to the waves, the way we’d be smashed to bits trying to land.”

Even as it was, the billows broke too roughly on the beach to make landing a safe or agreeable task; however, it was presently accomplished, and both boats grounded on the sand.

What a landing was that! Cramped and chilly orphans stumbled or were lifted on to a glistening shore already warming under the morning sunlight, for it was promising to be a fair day. A dense growth of wood climbed back almost from the shores; it was full of the delightful noises of monkeys and of birds, moved, it seemed, to prodigious excitement by the advent of these strange visitors.

Miss Smith, also profoundly moved, gazed about her and recited the following lines: —

“Coral insect! unseen are his beautiful hues;

Yet in process of time, tho’ so puny and frail,

O’er the might of the ocean his structures prevail; On the surface at last a flat islet is spied,

And shingle and sand are heaped up by the tide; Seeds brought by the breezes take root, and erewhile Man makes him a home on the insect-built pile!”

“Apparently quite uninhabited,” said Dr. O'Malley, when she had finished. ‘Not a footprint on the sands but our own: no traces of human visitation. What d’ye think, Thinkwell?”

“That you may be right, sir,” replied the mate, “or you may be wrong. I take this to be one of the lonelier and remoter islands, and it may be that we are the first human creatures to have set foot on it. On the other hand, it may be one of those islands which the savages visit from time to time. We shall do well to make a very cautious inspection. Remember, we have not a weapon among us. And with all these children, and the two ladies. . .”

“There, there,” interrupted the doctor, “no one wants to be killed by savages, ladies and children or not, so restrain your irrelevance. It is obvious that there are no savages here at the moment, so let us make ourselves as comfortable as we can while we may. No use looking ahead for danger. Jean here looks as calm as if she were on a trip on Loch Lomond, instead of being cast up on a wild island in Oceania. Eh, Jean?”

“Indeed, sir, I hope I am calm. If we are to be eaten by savages, it is all written in the Book, that is sairtain. And if it is not in the Book, we shall not be» eaten.”

“Faith, to be sure, and a very comforting thought, too. So long as it’s in the Book, we shan’t care, shall we? A sad pity we can’t get a glimpse at that Book, eh?” The doctor, still slightly intoxicated, winked at Miss Smith, who, however, thought such levity illtimed.

“Enough of this,” she said, with some severity. “I cannot think, doctor, that this is the moment for ribaldry as to our pre-ordained fates. Rather should we be employed (having in mind particularly what day it is) in giving thanks to the Almighty for His present mercies. But what we have first to do is to seek some shelter where the children can repose, and,

THE BEGINNING OF IT ph if possible, to obtain something to eat and drink for their breakfasts. I have heard that the cocoa-nut yields a very pleasant milk. Yonder wood seems to be full of such nuts; we must obtain some.”

“That is easily done,’ said the doctor. “Animus est in patinis; and quite right, too, for prayers will wait but hunger won’t.” So saying, he and the sailors went off to forage for food, taking with them the axe with which the boat had been provided, while Miss Smith and Jean made the forty children lie down on the soft green grass between the beach and the wood, where most of them fell presently very sound asleep. The two women, too anxious to repose, sat among them and talked together in low and calm tones of the terrible situation in which they found themselves.

Presently the doctor and sailors returned with their arms full of cocoa-nuts and all kinds of fruit.

“We have but to kindle a fire,” said the doctor, “and we will have a capital breakfast. With my magnifying glass and the sun we will soon accomplish that. We can then boil some of the milk, in its shell. Later, we shall catch some fish and other small creatures suitable for frying. Etiam stultis acuit ingenium fames, eh, Miss Smith? We will live famously, be sure.”

Such was his joviality that Miss Smith guessed that he had yet more rum taken, and shrank away. In such an awful situation, and on Sunday morning, too, to besot oneself with alcoholic liquor! What degradation! The sailors, who had not, from all appearances, been offered the opportunity of doing this, were gloomy and sour, and drew away to talk among themselves.

Presently the children began stirring, and the elder of them were prodigiously pleased and amazed at their strange surroundings, so that Miss Smith and the nurse found it all they could do to keep their charges from scattering into the woods to play.

“Oh, I fancy it’s safe enough,” said the doctor, engaged in kindling a fire of sticks with his magnifying glass. “Still, ye never know, and they’re tasty biteens for any prowling beast, the poor little devils. Faith, ma’am, if you and I chanced to be cannibals, we would have a famous breakfast, to be sure.”

He laughed heartily at his own jest, but Miss Smith found it very shocking, and moved yet farther away from him.

“Cheer up, ma’am,” he encouraged her. “Dum fata sinunt vivite leti. Never be down-hearted at all.”

The day wore on, and became prodigiously hot. Our castaways were well occupied in exploring their island; they were fortunate enough to find a spring of fresh water not far from them, and all the usual luxuries without which no island is worthy to be so called, such as mangoes, bread-fruit, and so forth. As the sun grew stronger, and as there were no indications of ferocious beasts, Miss Smith, Jean, and the orphans moved into the shade of the wood, Miss Smith closely admonishing the children on no account to stray out of call.

After the midday meal, the sea being ‘now comparatively smooth, the four sailors and Dr. O’Malley put out in the two boats in order to make a tour round the island.

“You will be back long before nightfall, I trust,” said Miss Smith.

“We shall, then,” the doctor assured her.

But the day wore on, and they were not back before nightfall. Miss Smith grew perturbed. What could have happened? Fear filled the breasts of the two women, who found themselves thus alone, without male protection.

The night drew on, and sleeping arrangements had to be made. Most of the orphans were laid upon the ground, wrapped in coats; for a few of the youngest Miss Smith made a kind of tent of her crinoline, reluctant as she was to divest herself of this garment, the wearing of which so much enhanced the natural dignity of females.

In what tremor and agitation that night was spent, may be imagined. Jean, indeed, was fairly calm, relying still on the Book, though, as Miss Smith once told her shortly, as she had no acquaintance with its contents, it gave small reason for comfort. Miss Smith herself, not being a Calvinist but a Protestant Anglican, preferred to petition the Almighty for succour, which Jean, as she pointed out to her, could not with any show of logic do.

After a while the sleep of exhaustion ended this theological discussion, until Miss Smith was woken by infants clamouring for breakfast.

Eagerly the two women scanned the beach for the boats, but alas, there was no sign of them. A bright and beautiful day broke, heightened to its noon heat, wore to a drowsy afternoon, and still not a male human creature was within view, beyond the helpless and noisy little orphan boys.

“Have they deserted us?” cried Miss Smith. “Can even the doctor have such a heart of stone? No, I will not credit it, even of a papistical and drunken atheist. Have they then met with some accident or assault?” ’

“JT dinna ken, miss,” replied Jean, a very literal woman, who always answered, to the best of her capacity, the rhetorical questions of others. “I think,” she went on, “I will give the younger bairns a wash, which they sorely need.”

So saying, she set about this task. Miss Smith, too agitated to assist, and unwilling that the children should observe her agitation, moved to a little distance and sat on the shore, gazing out to sea.

Alas, what a sorry plight was theirs! Two women stranded in the middle of the ocean with forty defenceless children and no male protector. For gentlemen, Miss Smith felt, ave a protection in such emergencies. Gentlemen are so practical, so strong, so admirably well-informed. Gentlemen can cut down trees, put up tents, capture birds, beasts, and fishes. Gentlemen are so progressive. Gentlemen know where they are and what to do about it.

For the first time in her life, Miss Smith would have given a great deal to see a pair of whiskers.

And, even as she succumbed to this longing, a voice hailed her, and, turning about, she saw the ginger whiskers of Dr. O’Malley emerging from the wood.

“Thank God!” Miss Smith breathed.

He walked up to her, and seemed in a great state of anger.

“Those scoundrels,” he exclaimed. ‘Those dastardly rogues. The third mate, too, who should have known better. Scum! They are gone with the boats. They’ve left us in the lurch, devil take them.”

“Tmpossible!” cried Miss Smith, nearly swooning.

“Tis so indeed, as ll tell you. When we got round to the other side of the island, and had landed and explored it a little, those ruffians informed me of their project. They didn’t like the look of the island, they said; they were afraid of a visit from savages, and, moreover, they were sure no ship would ever come to such a lost spot. Anyhow, they were for leaving the island with the two boats, cargoed with fruit and. cocoa-nuts, and setting out to look for some more likely island, or possibly striking some steamer line. We couldn’t do it with all those children, they said; couldn’t get the boats along. So, if you please, we were to leave the women and children here and make away by ourselves, the way we might have a chance of getting somewhere.”

“My God,” said Miss Smith. ‘What villainy! And you, doctor—you did not consent to their scheme?”

“T did not then. I gave Thinkwell a cracked jaw and Martin a black eye. But I couldn’t do much against the lot of them. They pushed off and left me stunned on the beach. When I came to, they were well out to sea, bad luck to the Protestant devils. I couldn’t do anything but camp for the night there and push back through the woods to-day, with the help of my compass. ... Lord, but it’s been a dry day! We must see about fermenting some of this fruit-juice, the way we’ll get something fit to drink. They say there’s good stuff in the palm trunks, too.”

“Doctor,” said Miss Smith, “I thank you from my heart for not deserting us. I have sometimes, perhaps, spoken harshly to you in the past—and indeed there are things I could wish otherwise in you, for we are all sinful creatures. But you have played a noble part in this distressing business.”

“Not a bit, my dear creature, not a bit. To tell ye the truth, I don’t for a moment think those scoundrels will be saved. I fancy we are better off where we are, where there is at least a chance of rescue, and plenty of food in the meantime. I dare say those fellows will be wishing themselves back before long. They may be set on by savages in canoes, or capsized in a squall and eaten up by sharks, or a thousand things. Had I not thought so, I would not have been left behind, for, as they say, ad suum quemque equum est questum esse callidum—which means, every man for himself. No, no, I stay here until I am taken away by some safer craft than an open boat.”

Time wore on. In vain the castaways spied every day for a passing vessel: none passed or, if they passed, they stayed not. Weeks grew into months, months into years. Dr. O’Malley succeeded in fermenting the juice of mangoes to his satisfaction, and extracting wine from the palm, and passed much of his time in the happy intoxication thereby induced. “Bibere papaliter,’ he would murmur. “Sure, if it is not quite that, it is the best I can do on this forsaken spot.” Miss Smith endeavoured to redeem him; at last, succumbing to propinquity and persuasion, she married him. The doctor’s earlier wife was so many thousand miles away that he did not think it necessary to mention her. He told Miss Smith that he must marry some one, and that he could not wait until the eldest female orphans came to suitable years. Obviously, too, he said, their position, at present a little compromising, must, in the interests of propriety, be regularised by matrimony. Miss Smith saw that point, but did not think it right to marry a Roman Catholic. The doctor assured her that that was no matter; his Catholicism was merely nominal, and only came on when he had too much mango-juice taken, and anyhow he would promise not to influence in that direction any children they might have. At that Miss Smith blushed very much, and thought it more proper to consent. A lady cannot, she had been well taught by her mother, discuss with a gentleman the children she and he may have, without subsequently marrying him. It simply cannot be done. So Miss Smith consented to become (as she thought) Mrs. O’Malley, and they were married according to the Scottish rite, before two witnesses, the dour and disapproving Jean and the eldest orphan.

I have now to record the sad fact that, far from redeeming the doctor from excessive fruit and palm juice, Miss Smith little by little abandoned her principle of abstinence and took to these pleasant and fermented liquors herself, until, alas, she was too frequently to be found in a state of cheerful irresponsibility and garrulity very far from the discretion of her spinster days. I cannot account for this: it may have been the climate, or the influence of her husband, or merely the gradual abandonment of hope of return to the world. Whatever the cause, the result was an increased sympathy between the so-called husband and wife, for, as the doctor remarked, “Ad connectendas amicitias, tenacissimum vinculum est morum similitudo. Which means, my dear, that I like you better tipsy.”

Meanwhile, the orphans grew up together, under the guidance and tutelage of these three adults, and there were added to them the ten children born to Dr. O’Malley and Miss Smith, who had the Victorian knack of progenitiveness. Some of them were twins.

In 1870, Dr. O’Malley was devoured, while out swimming, by a shark. This tragic event followed on a very violent quarrel which he had had with Miss Smith, he having been found instructing some of his children in popish rites and doctrines while in liquor.