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[Illustration: A WHITE STAR
LINER CROSSING THE ATLANTIC.]
TRAVELS IN ALASKA,ETC.
The Grand Tour
of Former Days—The only Grand Tour left—Round
the World in Eighty Days—Fresh-water Sailors and
Nautical Ladies—Modern Steamships and their Speed—The
Intermediate
—Castle
Gardens, New York—Voyage safer than by
the Bay of Biscay—The
Come, all ye jovial sailors,
Of those that plough the sea.
We all know what the Grand Tour
meant a
few generations ago, and how without it no
gentleman’s education was considered complete.
Now-a-days the journey can be made by almost
any one who can command thirty or forty pounds,
and the only really grand tour left is that around
girdle round the earth
in forty minutes.
But this statement of the popular French author, like many
others put forth in his graphic and picturesque works, must be taken cum grano
salis. It could be, undoubtedly, but it is very questionable whether any one has
yet accomplished the feat. Could one ensure the absolute connection
as it is technically
termed, of all the steamship lines which would have to be employed it might be
done; or better, one vessel with grand steaming and sailing qualities might perform the
Voyage Round the World
in the given time. But M. Jules Verne, it will be remembered,
paints his hero as landing at various points, and as performing acts of bravery and
chivalry en route, such as the episode of rescuing a Hindoo widow from the Suttee;
finding time to lounge and drink in San Francisco saloons,
and being attacked by
Indians, who would wreck the overland train; and still, with all delays, he is able to reach
London in time to win his wager. The very idea of describing a journey round
the world as an act of eccentricity is peculiarly French. The Englishman who can
afford to make it is especially envied by his friends, and not considered mildly mad.
We have before us a list of books of travel, all published within the last few years,
and in circulation at the ordinary libraries. Thirteen of these works describe voyages
round the world, and they are mostly the productions of amateur rather than of professional
writers. So easy, indeed, is the trip now-a-days, that two of these records are modestly
and deprecatingly described as Rambles,
while one of the best of them is the work of a
clever and enthusiastic lady,A Voyage in the
Her trip occupied eleven months.poor Jack’s
best interests. This lady is evidently no
fresh-water sailor, and would put to shame the land-lubber described in a very old
song:—
A tar, all pitch, did loudly bawl, sir,
I hate a rope exceedingly.’
Songs of the Ship; or the British Seaman’s Jovial andEverlastingSongster.
Another work, by a young lady in her teens, is entitled, By Land and Ocean; or, the
Journals and Letters of a Young Girl who went to South Australia with a Lady, thence
Perhaps the most remarkable, however, of modern female travellers is a
German lady,alone to Victoria, New Zealand, Sydney, Singapore, China, Japan, and across the Continent
of America.The North Star and the Southern Cross.
The item of speed is of great importance, and may well be considered in connection
with a voyage round the globe. Verne’s title would have been deemed the raving of a
and such ships as the
The round trip—that is, the voyage
from Queenstown, Ireland, to Sandy Hook, New York, and back again—in fifteen days.
The Inman line has been specially celebrated for quick passages, whilst their crack
steamer, the steel steamship, or ship of any kind, has been launched at Dumbarton. She is
intended largely for the cattle trade between the River Plate, Canada, and England. She is
over 4,000 gross tonnage, and has been christened the without her fittings, little less than £150,000, her engines alone involving the
expenditure of one-third of that amount. And yet a third-class or steerage ticket to
the Antipodes by her costs only fifteen guineas, while the emigrant can go out to the
United States or Canada by almost any one of the finest steamships of the various Atlantic
services for six guineas.
Many routes might, of course, be taken round the world, England being the eventual
goal in all cases. As quaint Sir John Mandeville says, in the first chapter of his Travels
:—In
the Name of God Glorious and Allemyghty, he that wil passe over the See to go to
the City of Jerusalem, he may go by many Weyes, bothe on See and Lande, aftre the
Contree that hee cometh fro: manye of hem comen to an ende. But troweth not that I
wil telle you alle the Townes and Cytees and Castelles that Men schaslle go by: for then
scholde I make to longe a Tale; but alle only summe Contrees and most princypalle Stedes
that Men schulle gone thorgh, to gon the righte Way.
Although,
says Mr. Simpson, the popular artist, in his work entitled Meeting
the reference here is to Jerusalem only, yet in the Prologue he states that he
was born in the
He adds further on in his Town of Seynt Albanes,
and passed the See in the Yeer of Lord
Jesu Christ
MCCCXII, in the Day of Seynt Michelle, and hidne to have ben longe tyme
over the See, and have reign and gon thorgh manye diverse Landes and many Provynces
and Kingdomes and Iles, and have passed throghe Tartarye, Percye, Ermonye, the litylle
and the gret; throghe Lybye, Caldee, and a gret partie of Ethiope, throghe Amazoyne,
Inde the lasse and the more, a gret partie; and thorghe out many others Iles, that ben
abouten Inde; where dwellen many dyverse Folkes, and of dyverse Maneres and Lawes,
and of dyverse Schappes of Men.Boke
that going all
round the world was not unknown even before his time.
The world is wide,
yet the practical lines for a journey of this sort are very limited.
There is the Siberian overland route, leading by St. Petersburg, Moscow, from which it goes
about straight east through Siberia to Lake Baikal; and then there is about a month’s
journey south, over the Mongolian Desert to Peking; or it may be varied by descending
the great Amoor River, on which the Russians have a number of steamers, to Nicolaiefsk;
thence sailing to San Francisco, and home by America and the Atlantic. When,
says
Mr. Simpson, the Shah and Baron Reuter have made railways through Persia it may
This
writer adds, that when travelling in Tibet he heard of many parties who wished to cross
the frontier in that quarter, with the purpose only of having a few days’ shooting of some
particular animal which they wanted to bring home; but he never knew of any one who
was able to gratify his wish. One man told him that he had taken some pieces of very
bright red cloth and other tempting bribes for the officials on the Chinese side, but it was
all to no purpose. vice versâ, but as yet no one has succeeded.
The difficulties of such an enterprise are very great, not so much from the races of people
as from the physical character of that region of the earth. These difficulties can, however,
be overcome; and in evidence of this, we have perhaps one of the most wonderful expeditions
of modern times in the journey of the two Jesuit missionaries, Huc and Gabet, from Peking
to Lhassa. When they were ordered to leave the capital of the Great Lama, they wished
to do so in the direction of Calcutta, as being by far the nearest, and, at the same time,
the easiest way; but in vain. By a policy rigidly insisted upon by the Chinese Government,
no one is allowed to pass anywhere along the frontiers between China and India.It is not easy to understand why this intense jealousy should exist,
but about the fact there can be no doubt.
But dismissing any and all ideas of journeying by land through Europe, Asia, or Africa, our trip will be almost entirely by sea, the trans-continental route across America being excepted. Practically that route is to-day the best if you would reach quickly and pleasantly any part of the Pacific. The great railway is an enormous link binding the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans together. The Suez Canal and the Panama route have been mentioned in these pages—the first very fully; and place must certainly be had for a description of a railroad which is so intimately connected with the sea. But first we must reach it.
The passage across the Great Atlantic Ferry
is now one of ease, and in the case of
first-class passengers almost luxury. How different was it about forty years ago, even on the
best steamships of that period! Charles Dickens has graphically described his experiences on
board the American Notes for General Circulation.
state-room;
the dingy saloon likened to a gigantic hearse with windows in the sides;
the melancholy stove at which the forlorn stewards were rubbing their hands; the stewardess,
whom Dickens blesses for her piously fraudulent account of January voyages;
the excitement
before leaving the dock; the captain’s boat and the dapper little captain; the last late
mail bags, and the departure, are all sketched from nature, as the great novelist alone could
depict them. And now they are off.
‘The sea! the sea! the open sea!
Roverand
Child of the Ocean—
Wide, wide sea!
wesselthey
woyagein has made half her way
They’ll be all of them heartily sick of the sea!
So says Ingoldsby,
and it is, no doubt, true of some London Jack Tars and Cheapside
buccaneers, who, on leaving port, are much more nautically got up
than any of the
crew. These stage sailors become very limp when the sea-water takes the starch out of
them. Barham tells us of one Anthony Blogg:—
So I’ll merely observe, as the water grew rougher
Till the sailors themselves cried, in pity,Poor buffer!
The great steamships of most lines running to distant foreign parts are comparatively easy
and steady in their motions, and there is really more chance of being attacked by the
mal de mer on an English or Irish Channel boat than there is on the voyage across the
Atlantic. The waves in such channels are more cut up and choppy
than are those of
the broad ocean. The employment of the twin-boat,
Are you a good sailor?
asks one passenger of another just after leaving Liverpool.
Oh, I suppose I’m no worse than anybody else,
is, perhaps, the answer; while some
are bold enough to answer, Yes.
But Dickens noticed that the first day very few
remained long over their wine, and that everybody developed an unusual love of the open
air. Still, with the exception of one lady, who had retired with some precipitation at
there were few invalids the first night.
The subject of sea sickness is an unpleasant one, and cannot occupy much space here.
Every old and many a new traveller has a remedy for it, so possibly the mention of our
mode of prevention may be permitted here. It is simply for the sufferer to wear a
very tight belt round the waist. It has been recommended to many fellow-passengers,
and its use has proved invariably beneficial. The unusual motion, and sometimes the
smells of the vessel, are the cause of the nausea felt. The tightened belt steadies the
whole body, and, provided the sufferer be not bilious, soon braces him up corporally
and mentally. If he is bilious (which he often is on account of leave-takings
and festivities prior to his departure) the worst thing possible is generally recommended
him—the ordinary brandy on board. Very fine old liqueur cognac in small
doses can, however, be taken with advantage. An authority (Dr. Chapman) recommends
the application of ice, enclosed in an india-rubber bag, to the spinal cord. In various
travellers’ works, marmalade, cayenne pepper, port wine, chutnee, and West India pickles,
are prescribed for the malady. The invalid would do much better by eating fresh or
canned fruits of a cooling nature. But to return to the voyage. Dickens describes the first
night at sea in feeling language.
To one accustomed to such scenes,
says he, this is a very striking time on
shipboard. Afterwards, and when its novelty had long worn off, it never ceased to have
a peculiar interest and charm for me. The gloom through which the great black mass
holds its direct and certain course; the rushing water, plainly heard, but dimly seen; the
broad white glistening track that follows in the vessel’s wake; the men on the look-out
forward, who would be scarcely visible against the dark sky but for their blotting out
some score of glistening stars; the helmsman at the wheel, with the illuminated card before
him shining, a speck of light amidst the darkness, like something sentient and of Divine
intelligence; the melancholy sighing of the wind through block and rope and chain; the
gleaming forth of light from every crevice, nook, and tiny piece of glass about the decks,
as though the ship were filled with fire in hiding, ready to burst through any outlet, wild
with its resistless power of death and ruin.
Irresistibly comic, as well as true, is his description of the ship during bad weather.
It is the third morning. I am awakened out of my sleep by a dismal shriek from my
wife, who demands to know whether there’s any danger. I rouse myself and look out of
bed. The water-jug is plunging and leaping like a lively dolphin; all the smaller articles
are afloat, except my shoes, which are stranded on a carpet-bag, high and dry, like a couple
of coal-barges. Suddenly I see them spring into the air, and behold the looking-glass,
which is nailed to the wall, sticking fast upon the ceiling. At the same time the door
entirely disappears, and a new one is opened in the floor. Then I begin to comprehend
that the state-room is standing on its head.
Before it is possible to make any arrangement at all compatible with this novel state
of things the ship rights. Before one can say
Thank Heaven!
she wrongs again. Before
one can cry she is wrong, she seems to have started forward, and to be a creature actively
running of its own accord, with broken knees and failing legs, through every variety of
Dickens gives a droll account of a ridiculous situation in which he was placed. About
midnight we shipped a sea, which forced its way through the skylights, burst open the
doors above, and came raging and roaring down into the ladies’ cabin, to the unspeakable
consternation of my wife and a little Scotch lady—who, by the way, had previously sent
a message to the captain by the stewardess, requesting him, with her compliments, to have
a steel conductor immediately attached to the top of every mast and to the chimney, in
order that the ship might not be struck by lightning. They and the handmaid before-mentioned,
being in such ecstasies of fear that I scarcely knew what to do with them,
I naturally bethought myself of some restorative or comfortable cordial; and nothing better
occurring to me at the moment than hot brandy-and-water, I procured a tumblerful without
delay. It being impossible to stand or sit without holding on, they were all heaped together
in one corner of a long sofa—a fixture extending entirely across the cabin—where they
clung to each other, in momentary expectation of being drowned. When I approached
this place with my specific, and was about to administer it, with many consolatory
expressions, to the nearest sufferer, what was my dismay to see them all roll slowly down
to the other end! And when I staggered to that end, and held out the glass once more,
how immensely baffled were my good intentions by the ship giving another lurch, and their
all rolling back again! I suppose I dodged them up and down this sofa for at least a
quarter of an hour, without reaching them once; and by the time I did catch them the
brandy-and-water was diminished by constant spilling to a tea-spoonful.
What a difference to the accommodations and comfort of most modern steamships, with
their luxurious saloons placed amidships, where there is least motion; their spacious and airy
state-rooms, warmed by steam, water laid on, and fitted with electric bells; their music-room
with piano and harmonium, their smoking-room, bath-rooms, library, and even barber’s
shop. The table is as well served as at the best hotel ashore, and the menu for the day is
as extensive as that of a first-class restaurant, while everything that may be required
in the drinkables, from modest bottled beer to rare old wine, is to be obtained from
the steward. And provided that the passengers assimilate reasonably well, there will
be enjoyable games, music, and possibly private theatricals and other regularly organised
entertainments. The idea of a Punch and Judy
in the middle of the Atlantic seems
rather funny; but we have known of an instance in which even this form of amusement
has been provided on board a great steamship! On long voyages it is not by any means
uncommon for some one to start a MS. daily or weekly journal, to which many of the
passengers contribute. Such have often been published afterwards for private circulation, as
affording reminiscences of a pleasant voyage.
Then there is the pleasure of discovering a sail in sight,
and of watching it grow larger
by degrees as the vessels approach each other. The look out
is kept by some passengers
almost as persistently as by the sailors detailed for the purpose. Perhaps, again, the captain
or officers have let out the fact that they should pass one of their own or some rival company’s
Then, again, the sea itself, in its varying beauty or grandeur, has for most travellers a great interest. Is there not a chance of seeing an iceberg, a whale, or even the great sea serpent?
In March-April, 1869, the writer crossed the Atlantic in splendid weather. The ocean
was, for the ten days occupied on the passage, almost literally as calm as a lake; even
the lady passengers emerged from their cabins two or three days before they would otherwise
have ventured forth. Among them was one lady seventy-five years of age, who was running
away—so she informed the passengers—from her husband, and going to join her children
in the States. This female had stood it
for fifty years, but now, she said, she was going
to end her days in peace. Here was a champion of woman’s rights!
Alas! on arrival
in New York there was no one to receive her, and she was taken back on board the steamer.
What became of her afterwards we know not.
[Illustration: THE STEERAGE OF AN ATLANTIC STEAMSHIP FORTY YEARS AGO.]
The woes of steerage passengers have been graphically described by Charles
Dickens. He tells us that unquestionably any man who retained his cheerfulness
among the steerage accommodations of that noble and fast-sailing packet, the
Dickens follows with
a dismally correct picture of the passengers, with their shabby clothes, paltry stores of poor
food and other supplies, and their wealth of family. He adds that every kind of suffering
bred of poverty, illness, banishment, and tedious voyaging in bad weather was crammed into
that confined space, and the picture, almost revolting in its naked truthfulness, was not
overdrawn in those days. It could not be written, however, of any steerage whatever in our
times, for partly from governmental care, partly from the general improvement in means
of travel, partly from competition and the praiseworthy desire of the owners to earn a high
character for their vessels’ accommodations, the steerage of to-day is comparatively decent;
although it is not yet that which it should be, nor has the progress of improvement kept
anything like pace with railway accommodation of the cheaper kind. Yet one would think
it to the interest of ownersHistory of Merchant Shipping,
stated that Mr. and Mrs. Inman, greatly
to their credit, made a voyage in one of their earliest emigrant steamers, expressly for the purpose of ameliorating the
discomforts and evils hitherto but too common in emigrant ships.
In 1879 nearly 118,000 steerage passengers left the port of Liverpool for the United
States. It should be noted that this was from one port, undeniably the principal one
for emigration, but still by no means the only British one used for that purpose. Observe
further that it was for America alone that these emigrants were bound. According to the
United States census of 1870, there were at that time 5,600,000 human beings in the country
who were foreign born, and this number has since gone on increasing to a very large
extent. Nine-tenths of them at the least crossed the Great Ferry in ships bearing the
Union Jack, and of these, three-fourths or more crossed as steerage passengers. Hence
the importance of the question.
Latterly a considerable amount of attention has been given to the sub-division
of the steerage space, so that, when practicable, friends and families may remain
together. Married people and single women have now separate quarters. The sleeping
accommodations are the weak point. They are simply rough wooden berths, and the
passenger has to furnish his own bedding, as well as plate, mug, knife, fork, spoon,
and water-can. The provisions are now-a-days generally ample, and on some lines are
provided ad libitum. The bill of fare is pretty usually as follows. Breakfast: coffee,
fresh bread or biscuit, and butter, or oatmeal porridge and molasses; Dinner: soup,
beef or pork, and potatoes—fish may be substituted for the meat; on Sunday pudding is
often added; Tea: tea, biscuit and butter. Three quarts of fresh water are allowed daily.
A passenger who has a few shillings to spend can often obtain a few extras from the
steward, and many, of course, take a small stock of the minor luxuries of life on board
with him.
To those of small means who are contemplating emigration, the Intermediate
(second-class) on board some of the Atlantic steamers to the States and Canada can be
commended. For a couple of guineas over the steerage rates, excellent state-rooms, generally
with four to six berths in each, furnished with bedding and lavatory arrangements, are
provided. The intermediate passenger has a separate general saloon, and the table is well
provided with good plain living. As the steerage passenger has to provide so many things
for himself, it is almost as cheap to travel second-class.
[Illustration: AT DINNER IN THE FIRST-CLASS DINING SALOON OF AN ATLANTIC STEAMSHIP DURING A STORM.]
Almost every reader will remember Martin Chuzzlewit and Mark Tapley on board the
wretched the latter awoke with a dim idea that he was
dreaming of having gone to sleep in a four-post bedstead which had turned bottom upwards
in the course of the night,
for which there seemed some reason, as the first objects
he recognised when he opened his eyes were his own heels looking down at him, as he afterwards
observed, from a nearly perpendicular elevation.
This is the first time as ever I
stood on my head all night,
observed Mark.
The lesson taught by Dickens regarding the necessity of keeping up one’s spirits on
board ship, and better, of helping to keep up those of others, as exemplified by poor Tapley,
is a very important one. If anything will test character, life on board a crowded ship will
do it. Who that has read can ever forget Mark, when he calls to the poor woman to
hand over one of them young ’uns, according to custom.
I wish you’d get breakfast,
Mark, instead of worrying with people who don’t belong to you,
observed Martin, All right,
said Mark;
The woman, who was delicate and ill, felt and understood his kindness—as well she
might, for she had been covered every night with his great coat, while he had for his own
bed the bare boards and a rug.she’ll do that. It’s a fair division of labour, sir. I wash her
could make tea, but any one can wash a boy.If a gleam of sun shone out of the dark sky,
continues
Dickens, down Mark tumbled into the cabin, and presently up he came again with a
woman in his arms, or half-a-dozen children, or a man, or a bed, or a saucepan, or a
basket, or something animate or inanimate that he thought would be the better for the air.
If an hour or two of fine weather in the middle of the day tempted those who seldom or
never came on deck at other times to crawl into the long-boat, or lie down upon the spare
spars and try to eat, there in the centre of the group was Mr. Tapley, handing about
salt beef and biscuit, or dispensing tastes of grog, or cutting up the children’s provisions
with his pocket-knife for their greater ease and comfort, or reading aloud from a venerable
newspaper, or singing some roaring old song to a select party, or writing the beginnings
of letters to their friends at home for people who couldn’t write, or cracking jokes with
the crew, or nearly getting blown over the side, or emerging half-drowned from a shower
of spray, or lending a hand somewhere or other: but always doing something for the
general entertainment.
[Illustration: NEW YORK BAY, LOOKING ACROSS TO STATEN ISLAND.]
Dickens drew his picture from life, and although an extreme case, there are many
Mark Tapleys yet to be met. And indeed, unless the emigrant can remain happy and jovial
amid the unmistakable hardships of even the best regulated steerage, he had better have
stopped at home. If he can stand them well, he is of the stuff that will make a good
colonist or settler, ready to rough it
at any time. Before leaving the subject of steerage
passengers and emigrants, it may be well to note that the United States Government does
all in its power on their arrival in New York to protect them from imposition and
furnish them with trustworthy information. At the depôt at Castle Gardens, where third-class
passengers land, there are interpreters, money-changers, railway-ticket offices, and
rooms for their accommodation; and it is very much their own fault if they slide into
the pitfalls of New York—for New York has pitfalls, like every other great city.
The risks of the voyage across the Atlantic are not really as great as those of ships
passing southwards through the Bay of Biscay, which is the terror of passengers to Australia,
India, China, and other points in the Orient. At the beginning of 1880 the fine S.S.
A.M. an enormous sea broke over the
ship, heeling her over and washing the deck with resistless force. The steam launch,
six heavy boats, the smoking room, saloon companion, and everything on the spar deck,
were in three seconds carried overboard among the breakers as though they were mere children’s
toys, while, in addition to the losses of life already mentioned, seventeen other passengers
were more or less injured. Just before the ship was struck the smoking-room was full
of passengers, who were requested by the captain to leave it to give place to some helpless
sheep who were floundering about, and to this fact they owed their lives. As,
said a
leading journal, the stricken ship entered Plymouth Harbour on Tuesday morning, her
shattered stanchions and skylights, her damaged steering apparatus, and the heap of
wreckage lying upon her deck, proclaimed the fury of the tremendous ordeal through which
she had passed, and awakened many a heartfelt and silent prayer of gratitude among her
rescued passengers, as they contemplated the evidences of the peril from which they had
so narrowly escaped.
It is in moments such as these that the poverty of human words
is keenly felt. There can be no doubt that, but for the excellent seamanship displayed by
Captain Trench and his officers there would have been a sadder story to relate.
The Great Trans-Continental Railway—New York to Chicago—Niagara in Winter—A Lady’s Impressions—A Pullman
Dining Car—Omaha—The Great Muddy
—Episodes of Railway Travel—Rough Roads—Indian Attempts at Catching
Trains—Ride on a Snow Plough—Sherman—Female Vanity in the Rocky Mountains—Soaped Rails—The Great
Plains—Summer and Winter—The Prairie on Fire—A Remarkable Bridge—Coal Discoveries—The Buttes
—The
Gates of Mormondom—Echo and Weber Cañons—The Devil’s Gate—Salt Lake—Ride in a Mud Waggon
—The City
of the Saints—Mormon Industry—A Tragedy of Former Days—Mountain Meadow Massacre—The Great Egg-shell
—Theatre—The
Silver State—Dead Heads
—Up in the Sierra Nevada—Alpine Scenery—The Highest Newspaper Office
in the World—Snowed up
—Cape Horn—Down to the Fruitful Plains—Sunny California—Sacramento—Oakland and
the Golden City—Recent Opinions of Travellers—San Francisco as a Port—Whither Away?
Sufficient mention of New York has already been made in this work. The tourist or
traveller bound round the world, viâ the great trans-continental railway and San Francisco,
has at starting from the commercial metropolis of America, and as far as Omaha, a choice
of routes, all the fares being identical for a through ticket
to the Pacific. You may go
among the Pennsylvanian mountains and valleys, and catch many a glimpse of the coal and
coal ile
fields; the country generally being thickly wooded. The Pennsylvania, Pittsburg,
and Fort Wayne Railway passes through really grand scenery, and the construction of the road
has been a work of great difficulty, involving extensive cuttings and embankments and long
tunnels. The road takes a serpentine course among the mountains, and at one point, known
as the Horse-shoe Bend,
the line curves round so much that it almost meets itself again.
A train following your own appears to be going in the opposite direction. The only city
of any importance on this route, before Chicago is reached, is Pittsburg, the busy, coaly,
sooty, and grimy—a place reminding one of Staffordshire, and abounding in iron and cutlery
works. It is situated among really charming scenery, near where the Monongahela, Alleghany,
and Ohio rivers meet, and is an ugly blot among the verdant and peaceful surroundings.
After leaving Pittsburg the railroad passes through a charmingly fresh and fruitful country,
watered by the Ohio. Long stretches of green meadows, shut in by hill and dale, shady
nooks, cosy farm-houses, and handsome villas, steamers, barges, boats, and timber-rafts—almost
as large as those famous Rhine rafts—on the river, make up a varied and most
attractive scene.
Next you reach Indiana, a country of fairly good soil, bad swamps,
fearful fever and ague, and an indolent and shiftless people. In general terms it is a good
country to leave.
But the tourist’s popular route from New York to Chicago is that briefly known as
The Great Central.
At Niagara it passes over a bridge spanning the river below the great
Falls, where a tolerable view is obtainable. Most tourists naturally stop a day or two at
the Falls, where there are fine hotels. They have been so often described that every schoolboy
knows all about them. They are especially worth seeing under their winter aspect, when
miniature icebergs and floes are falling, crashing, and grinding with the water. Below the
Falls these will bank up to a considerable height, and the river is in places completely frozen
over. From the rocks huge stalactites of hundreds of tons of ice depend. The contrast
of the dashing green waters with the crystal ice and virgin snow around is very beautiful.
Nor do I think that the most powerful imagination can, with its greatest effort,
attain even an approximate notion of the awful sublimity of this natural wonder. Like
all other stupendous things which the mind has been unaccustomed to measure and to
contemplate, Niagara requires time to grow upon one. The mind also demands time to
struggle up to its dimensions, and time to gather up its harmonies into the mighty tones
which finally fill the soul with their overwhelming cadences, and whose theme, ever-varying
but still the same—as in the hands of a Handel or a Beethoven—thunders through the
whole extent of one’s being—
Almighty Power!
The chief impression produced upon the mind by Niagara is the perpetuity of immeasurable
force and grandeur. This it is which lends such a strange fascination to the
Falls; however pressingly one is desirous of getting away, one is obliged to turn back
again, and yet again, like the disturbed needle to the magnetic pole. There is nothing in
the way of natural scenery which has stamped itself so clearly, indelibly, and awfully on
my mind as this gigantic magnificence; as this mighty body of waters, gliding stealthily
but rapidly on its onward course above the Falls, springing forward more wildly, more
exultingly, as it nears the brink, until it leaps over into the abyss to swell the mighty
canticle, which, for thousands and thousands of years, by day and by night, through every
season, has ascended in tones of subdued thunder to the Creator’s throne.
Passing over all intermediate points, the traveller at length reaches the Garden City,
Chicago. This, which used to be counted a western city—it is 900 miles west of New
York—is now considered almost an eastern one. And it must be remembered that this
place of half a million souls is a port. Large sailing-vessels and steamers enter and leave
it daily, and through Lake Michigan and the chain of other lakes can reach the ocean
direct. There are miles on miles of wharfs, and it is generally considered one of the
livest
business places in America. Handsomely laid-out and built, the city now hardly
bears a trace of the terrific conflagration which in 1871 laid three-fourths of the finest
streets in ruins.
From Chicago to Omaha the various routes have little to interest the ordinary traveller,
and so, while speeding on together, let us dine in a Pullman hotel car. On entering you will
be presented with a bewildering bill of fare, commencing with soups and finishing with ice-cream
and black coffee. The dinner is served on little separate tables, while the purity of the
cloths and table napkins, the brightness of the plate, and the crystal clearness of the
glass-ware, leave nothing to desire. You can have a glass of iced water, for they have an
ice-cellar; you can obtain anything, from a bottle of beer to one of Burgundy, port, or
champagne; and cigars are also kept en board;
while at the particular point indicated
you will not pay more than seventy-five cents (about three shillings) for the dinner. It
must be admitted that the liquid refreshments are generally very dear: a quarter
i.e., twenty-five cents, the fourth of a dollar) for any small drink, fifty cents for a very
small bottle of Bass, and wines expensive in proportion. Still you dine at your ease and
leisure, instead of rushing out with a crowd at the eating stations,
where the trains
usually stop three times a day. We have the authority of Mr. W. F. Rae for stating
that no royal personage can be more comfortably housed than the occupant of a Pullman
car, provided the car be an hotel one.
Westward by Rail.
[Illustration: A PULLMAN RAILWAY CAR.]
At Omaha, on the Missouri, the Pacific Railway proper commences, although the various
New York and other lines, as we have seen, connect with it. The river, irreverently known on
the spot as The Great Muddy,
from the colour of its water and its numerous sand and
mud banks, is crossed at this point by a fine bridge. Apropos of the said banks, which are
constantly shifting, a story is told of a countryman who, years ago, before the age of steam
ferries, wanted to cross the Missouri near this point. He did not see his way till he observed
a sand-bank washing-up,
as they call it, to the surface of the water near the shore on
which he stood. He jumped on it, and it shifted so rapidly that it took him clear across
the river, and he was able to land on the opposite side! The story is an exaggerated version
of fact. The shifting sand-banks make navigation perilous, and good river pilots command a
high figure.
The literature of the railway has hardly yet been attempted. It is true that scarcely
a day passes without something of interest transpiring in connection therewith: now some
grand improvement, now a terrible accident or narrow escape, and now again the opening of
some important line. The humours of railroad travel—good and bad—often enliven the
[Illustration: MADISON STREET, CHICAGO.]
The following episodes mainly refer to the grand railway under notice, which is
by all odds the longest direct road on the surface of the globe. From New York to San
Francisco the distance by this railway is 3,300 miles, and the ticket for the through
journey is about two feet long! This would be more justly described as a series of tickets or
coupons. The writer has crossed the American continent twice by this route, his first
trip having been made on its completion in 1869, when, as correspondent of a daily journal,
he had ample facilities for examining it in detail. In Chicago he had the pleasure of
meeting Mr. Pullman, who kindly furnished him with information which in those
days, at all events, was new to the British public. He was even then trying to get his
famous carriages introduced into England; as events proved, it took him several years to
get them even tested. In this connection he is credited with a bon mot. He was speaking
of our land in the highest terms, but, like many Americans, did not think we adopted new
ideas with sufficient readiness. It is a grand country,
said he, a grand country. But
you have to be born
meaning that otherwise you might grow grey
in the consummation of even a promising scheme.
very young there;
When the writer first crossed the continent the railway was very much in the rough.
Rails laid at the rate of seven, and, on one occasion, ten miles a day, can hardly be implicitly
relied upon; much of the road was flimsily ballasted, and many of the bridges were temporary
wooden structures of a shaky order. The train had sometimes to literally crawl along;
passengers would often get off and walk some distance ahead, easily beating the locomotives,
and be found seated on the boulders at the side of the road, having had time for a quarter
of an hour’s smoke. Mr. James Mortimer Murphy, in his Rambles in Northwestern
America,
gives some similar experiences on a still rougher line on which he
travelled from Wallula, on the Columbia River, to a point in Washington Territory.
The railroad was only fifteen miles long, and had wooden rails. Having secured an interview
with the president, secretary, conductor, and brakesman of the road—represented by
one and the same individual—he was booked as a passenger, and placed on some rough iron
in an open truck, with instructions to cling to the sides, and be most careful not to stand on
the floor if he cared anything about his limbs. The miserable little engine gave a grunt or
two, several wheezy puffs, a cat-like scream, and finally got the train under weigh, proceeding
at the headlong speed of two miles an hour, rocking,
says the narrator, like a canoe in a
cross sea. The gentleman who represented all the train officials did not get on the train,
but told the engineer to go on, and he would overtake him in the course of an hour. Before
I had proceeded half a mile I saw why I was not permitted to stand on the floor of the
truck, for a piece of hoop-iron, which covered the wooden rails in some places, curled up
into what is called a
The drivers of the passing snake head,
and pushed through the wood with such force that it
nearly stopped the train. After this was withdrawn the engine resumed its course, and
at the end of seven hours hauled one weary passenger, with eyes made sore from the
smoke, and coat and hat nearly burnt off by the sparks, into a station composed of a rude
board shanty, through whose apertures the wind howled, having made the entire distance
of fifteen miles in that time.prairie schooners,
as the
waggons drawn by eight or more pairs of mules or oxen are called, occasionally challenged
the president of the line to run a race with them in his old machine; but he scorned their
offers, and kept quietly walking beside his train. This eccentric railway has since been superseded
by one much more desirable, while in justice to the great line referred to, it must be said
that it is now, and long has been, in admirable condition, and that it is crossed by numerous
express, emigrant, and freight trains daily.
The Indians have never given the trans-continental railway companies much trouble
since the completion of the lines. Early in its history a story is told, however, of
the Chien or Dog Indians, from whom the town of Cheyenne takes its name. They
had a strong prejudice against the iron horse with the fiery eyes, and determined to vanquish
him. Some thirty of them mounted their ponies, and urging them up the line,
valiantly charged a coming train. It is perhaps unnecessary to state that fragments of
defunct red men were found shortly afterwards strewed about the road, and that the
tribe has not since repeated the experiment. Perhaps better is the true story of the Piute
Indians of Nevada, who tried to catch a train, and found that they had caught a Tartar
instead. Annoyed by the snorting monster, they laid in ambush, and as it approached
dexterously threw a lasso, such as is used for catching cattle, over the smoke stack,
Most readers will have heard of the celebrated Cape Horn,
high up among the
Sierra Nevada mountains, where the Central Pacific Railway rounds the edge of a fearful
cliff. The traveller is there between six and seven thousand feet above the sea level; and
at the particular point of which mention is now made there is a precipice descending almost
perpendicularly to a depth of fifteen hundred feet. Above, again, rise the walls of the
same rocky projection to a still greater height. The sublimity of the spot is undoubted,
but as regards the passengers, the ridiculous too often appears upon the scene. Most ladies
and many timid men audibly shudder at this juncture, and after taking a hasty glance
downwards at the turbulent Truckee River dashing round the base of the precipice, retire to
the other side of the carriage, where there is nothing but the prospect of a rough-hewn
rocky wall a foot or so off the carriages. Is it with the idea of ballasting the train?
Perhaps like the ostrich, they think themselves out of danger, when danger is hidden!
Not very far from the above spot, on the western side of the mountains, where the grades are particularly steep, an accident occurred a few years ago which had more of the comic element than the serious. A train, proceeding at a rapid rate, broke in two, the locomotive and several carriages dashing on, while the second half of the train followed at slower speed. At length the foremost car of this part of the train left the rails, and breaking off from the couplings, turned bottom upwards on the embankment, just coming to an anchor at the edge of a ravine, into which, had it fallen, no one could have been saved. A husband of Falstaffian proportions was in one of the foremost carriages which had proceeded with the locomotive, and as soon as they stopped he scrambled off, running back to the scene of the accident, hurrying and stumbling and shinning himself on and over the rough roadway and obtrusive sleepers, for his wife was in one of the hindmost cars, and he feared the worst. At last he approached the wreck, where his wife was seen standing, calmly waving a handkerchief, she having climbed out through one of the windows, almost unhurt. She had just been tending the one damaged person of the whole number. That individual, in his anxiety to grasp something as the carriage overturned, had seized on the hot stove, and was badly, though not seriously, burned.
Not altogether a nuisance is an institution inseparably connected with American
trains—the peripatetic boy who offers you one minute a newspaper, the next a novel, and
then anything from a cigar or a box of sweetmeats to a prize package.
These latter
are of all values, from a twenty-five cent package of stationery to a bound book at a dollar
and a half, about one in a hundred of which may possibly contain a money prize. The
writer had been a good customer as regards paper-covered novels, and his plan was to
sell the books back at half-price, then purchasing a new story, and this, of course, suited the
boys well enough. In consequence of these and other purchases, he was one day allowed
to win a five-dollar greenback
in a prize package. He was somewhat annoyed afterwards
to find that he had been used really as the decoy duck.
The news of his winnings
flew through the carriage, and even through the train, and the enterprising youngster soon
[Illustration: ON THE PACIFIC RAILWAY: A SCENE IN THE SIERRA NEVADA MOUNTAINS.]
A newspaper is published regularly on the overland trains of the Pacific Railway.
There are telegraph stations everywhere on the route, and the latest news is handed aboard
to the editor, leader-writer, compositor, and pressman—represented by, or condensed into,
one and the same individual—as soon as the train arrives, and is immediately set up
and printed. Thus specials,
extra specials,
and special extra specials
follow one
another in rapid succession, and keep the train alive with excitement.
A term which has come into vogue here originated on the Pacific Railway during
the writer’s stay in California. A terrible accident occurred near Oakland, in which one
telescoped
another.
The expression was used in a rather curious way in San Francisco for some time afterwards.
If a business man in a hurry ran into another person—say, for example, coming round a
corner—the latter would ejaculate, Hi! are you trying to
telescope a fellow?
The writer will not soon forget his ride from Laramie to Sherman, a station on one of the ridges of the Rocky Mountains, which the Pacific Railway crosses at an altitude of over 8,000 feet. Armed with a pass from the company, the courteous station-master at the former place made no objection to his accompanying a locomotive with a snow-plough attached in front, then starting ahead of the regular train. The plough was a rough specimen of its kind, in form not greatly unlike the ram of an ironclad, and was constructed of sheet-iron, covering a strong wooden frame. But it did its work efficiently, scattering the soft snow on either side in waves and spray, reminding one of the passage of some great ocean steamship through the billows. The snow had drifted in places till it was five or six feet deep on the road, but this proved child’s play to the plough, and the services of the navvies, who, seated on the coal, were swinging their legs over the side of the tender, were not required. The greatest danger on the line, now so amply protected by great snow sheds—literally wooden tunnels—and snow fences, arises from snow which has thawed, frozen, re-thawed, and re-frozen until it is literally packed ice. The wheels of a locomotive, arrived at such a point, either revolve helplessly, without progressing, or run clean off the metals.
The mention of the effect of ice on the rails recalls a story told by Colonel Bulkley, when the latter was chief of the Russo-American Telegraph Expedition. The colonel during the civil war in the States was at the head of a constructing party, who built temporary lines of telegraph to follow the advancing northern army. The driver of a train which passed through the district in which they were engaged had been ordered to stop nightly and pick the party up, but one night neglected to do so, and the weary constructors had to tramp a dozen miles in the dark to the nearest village. The men naturally determined that this should not occur again, and so next morning armed themselves with several boxes of bar soap. What for? To soap the rails! Colonel Bulkley tells gleefully how they rubbed it on for about a quarter of a mile, how the train arrived at the place, and after gliding on a certain distance, from the momentum it had acquired, came nearly to a standstill, and how the men jumped on and told the joke to everybody. The engineer next day did not forget to remember them.
Some writers strongly advise the traveller to make a halt at Sherman station,
says
Mr. Rae. The inducements held out to him are mountain scenery, invigorating air,
fishing and hunting. A sojourn among the peaks of the Rocky Mountains has the
attraction of novelty to recommend it. Life there must be, in every sense of the word,
a new sensation. But some sensations are undesirable, notwithstanding their undoubted
freshness. That splendid trout swarm in the streams near Sherman admits of no dispute.
Yet the disciple of Isaak Walton should not be tempted to indulge rashly in his harmless
and charming sport. It is delightful to hook large fish; but it is less agreeable to be
pierced through by arrows. Now, the latter contingency is among the probabilities which
must be taken into consideration. A few weeks prior to my journey, one of the conductors
of the train by which I travelled, learned, by practical experience, that fishing among the
The Great Plains, over which the prairie schooners
Vide page 18.glacé at night, they resemble one vast glittering lake,
with the brush-covered hillocks standing for islands. The buffaloes, once so common, are
rarely or never seen near the railway. In that more fertile portion of the plains nearer
the Missouri, in Nebraska and adjoining states, it is also possible that the oft-times grand
sight of the prairie on fire may be witnessed from the train. The writer was, one
evening in May, 1868, in company with others, in a Pullman car, when huge massive
clouds of smoke hanging over the horizon appeared in view. Soon it became evident,
as the train approached the spot, that the prairie was on fire for miles, although
fortunately at some distance from the line. The flames rose fiercely to the peaceful,
starlit sky; the homesteads of settlers, trees, and hillocks stood out black against the
line of destroying fire; while over all a canopy of smoke hung heavily, affording a scene
not soon to be forgotten.
Westward from the high point where Sherman stands, the railway line makes a rapid
descent to the Laramie Plains, the trains going down, not merely by their own weight,
but with brakes tightly screwed down. At Dale Creek, on this section of the line,
a wonderful bridge is crossed. It is 650 feet long, and in the centre of the deep ravine
it bridges is 126 feet high. It is built entirely of wood, was erected in thirty days, and
is a perfect puzzle of trestle-work. More than one passenger,
says Mr. Rae, who
would rather lose a fine sight than risk a broken neck, breathes more freely, and gives
audible expression to his satisfaction, when once the cars have passed in safety over this
remarkable wooden structure.
Now the train is again proceeding rapidly; in twenty miles,
the descent of 1,000 feet is accomplished. Next, Laramie City is reached, round which is
a good grazing country. This is succeeded by the plains known as The Great American
Desert,
another barren sage-brush-covered stretch of country. And yet—in addition to
the fact that even sage-brush is good for something, a decoction of it being recommended
in cases of ague—the desert has been proved to contain its treasures. At Carbon, and
other stations on the line, fine deposits of coal have been found, and are worked to
advantage. It was at first feared that all the coal for the railway would have to be
transported from far distant points.
Among the wonders of the plains are the huge rocks and bluffs known as the
Buttes,
which often rise from comparatively level ground, and in detached spots. Seen
in the gloaming, their often grotesque forms appear weird and unearthly, and the effect
is increased by the fact that all around is silent and desolate, and their mocking echoes
to the snorting iron horse are the only sounds that are heard. Some of these rock-masses
are columnar, and others pyramidal, in form; some assume the shape of heads, human or
otherwise. Now they rise in huge walls, with as wonderful colouring as have the cliffs
at Alum Bay in the Isle of Wight; they are often several hundred feet in height. One,
particularly noted by the writer, had almost the exact form of an enormous dog seated on
its haunches.
As the train approaches the confines of Mormondom some specially grand scenery is
met and passed. The stern and rugged ravine known as Echo CañonKanyon. The word is of Spanish origin, and signifies a deep rocky defile.overhangs
its base fifty feet. There is also a rock known as The Sphinx of the Valley,
from a resemblance to the original. Weber Cañon succeeds the first-named, and in this
is to be noted a remarkable and nearly perpendicular cleft in the cliff—well known as
The Devil’s Slide.
Further on, and the train arrives at The Devil’s Gate,
where
the stern rock-walls narrow, and the dark hills approach each other closely. Here the
river becomes a boiling and furious rapid, white with foam, hurrying onward with terrible
impetuosity, and rolling tons of boulders before its resistless course. Some of the early
railway bridges were quite washed away by it, and many difficulties were met in the
construction of the line, heavy tunneling almost obviously having been necessary in
some places. But all obstacles were successfully overcome. Emerging from the gloomy,
rugged cañon, the more or less fertile and cultivated Weber valley is, by contrast, a perfect
glimpse of Paradise.
Few travellers, however much they may have to hurry, will pass through Utah without
a flying visit to Salt Lake City, now a very different place from what it was when Captain
Burton wrote his City of the Saints.
The Mormon capital is not on the main line of
the Pacific Railway, but is connected with it by a short branch of forty miles in length.
Ogden is the junction
for Salt Lake, and has a very tolerable station, with dining-rooms,
book-stands, and other conveniences. The last time the writer passed through this
part of Utah in winter, the (spirit) thermometer on the platform at Ogden marked −16°
Fahr., or 48° below the freezing-point of water. On the first visit, the branch railway was
barely commenced, and he proceeded to the city
in a mud-waggon,
a kind of packing-case
on wheels—for he can hardly say on springs—which was driven at a furious rate.
How many miles he travelled perpendicularly—in jolts—he knows not, but he was very
tired on arrival at his destination. Yet the journey had much of interest in it. There
was, for instance, almost all the way in sight, and sometimes within a few hundred
yards, the Great Salt Lake—the Dead Sea of America—whose waters are said to be
[Illustration: CAMP DOUGLAS GARRISON, NEAR SALT LAKE CITY.]
At one period there was some opposition among the Mormons to the construction
of the trans-continental railway through their territory, as they feared that influx of
strangers which has actually come to pass. The late Brigham Young, however, was either
more enlightened, or saw that it was no use fighting against the inevitable, and actually
took contracts to assist in making the railroad, besides afterwards building the branch line
to the city. It was cleverly said by the New York Herald that railway communications
corrupt good Mormons,
to which President Young is stated to have replied that he did
not care anything for a religion which could not stand a railroad.
And in fact, up to a
comparatively recent date, several thousand fresh recruits, principally from Great Britain
and the northern nations of Europe, have been conveyed over it annually.
This is not the place for any discussion of the Mormon mystery. It is easy to laugh
at it, and say with Artemus Ward that, While Brigham’s religion was singular, his
wives were plural.
The fact remains that, in hundreds of cases, Mormons had and have
but one wife; although, theoretically, they approve of polygamy. The further point
to blossom as the rose.
[Illustration: A STREET IN SALT LAKE CITY.]
Salt Lake City has been laid out with care, and the streets are wide and well kept;
while, excepting those of a small business centre, every house has a very large garden
attached. The days of the avenging angels,
or Danites, is over, and every man’s life
and property are nowadays safe there, although at one time many suspected or obnoxious
persons were, as our American cousins say, found missing.
On one terrible occasion—the
Mountain Meadow massacre—a whole train of emigrants who, on their way to
California, had encamped near the city, were murdered by Indians, whom, there is
no doubt, the Mormons had incited to the deed. A dignitary of the Mormon Church,
Bishop Lee, suffered the death-penalty at the hands of the United States authorities
for his share in the transaction. The emigrants, then passing with their families
by the hundred, had, there is no doubt, much aggravated the Mormons by jeering and
mockery, and sometimes by purloining their cattle and goods. There has been for
many years a garrison of United States troops kept at Camp Douglas, a short distance
from Salt Lake City, for the protection of Gentiles,Gentiles.
One of the best features of this strange community is the marked absence of
drunkenness and profligacy. Most Mormons are teetotallers, and drink little more than
tea or coffee, or the crystal water which runs in deep brooks through every street, and has
its birth in the heights of the beautiful snow-clad Wahsatch Mountains, which are a
great feature in the scenery of Salt Lake Valley. Salt Lake City has a remarkable
building, known by the faithful as The Tabernacle,
and by the irreverent as the Big
Egg-shell,
from the oval form of its roof. It holds 8,000 persons, or, under pressure,
even more. It has an organ in point of size the second in America. The writer
attended a service there, given in honour of some missionary Mormons who were
about to part for Europe. The Salt Lake theatre is another feature of the place, and
has a good company of Mormon amateur actors and actresses. We once saw there
some twenty-five of Brigham Young’s family in the front rows of the pit. Formerly,
it is said, payment at the doors was taken in kind,
and a Mormon would deposit at the
box-office a ham, a plump sucking-pig—not alive—a bag of dried peaches, or a dozen
mop-handles, maybe, for his seats!
Taking a last glimpse of the great Salt Lake, passing Corinne, where, when it was
only six weeks old, a bank and a newspaper office, both in tents, had been established,
the train proceeds through a more or less barren district on its way to Nevada, the
Silver State, a country where, for the most part, life is only endurable when one is
making money rapidly. Those who would see some of the silver mines with comparative
ease get off
the train at Reno, thence proceeding by branch rail to
Virginia City and Gold Hill, places where that form of mining life may be studied
to perfection. So great has been the yield of the Nevada and other silver mines of
adjoining territories, that, as most of us know, the value of silver has actually
depreciated. Some of the millionaires of San Francisco gained their wealth in
Nevada.
In the United States the distances between leading places is so great that the
fares charged, albeit generally moderate, cannot suit slender purses, while empty pockets
are nowhere. In consequence many attempt to smuggle themselves through. The writer
remembers, in about the part of the route under notice, a dead-head
who had for
several stations managed to elude the notice of the guard, but who was at last detected,
and put off at a point a dozen or more miles from the nearest settlement. The dead-head,
like the stowaway on board ship, of whom as many as fourteen have been concealed
on a single vessel, and not one of them discovered by the proper authorities till far out at
sea, is an unrecognised institution on the railways of the United States. Perhaps because our
ticket system is more rigidly enforced, few attempt to take a free passage on English
railways, although it is stated that a sailor was found, some little time since, asleep under
a carriage, his arms and legs coiled round the brake-rods, having succeeded in nearly
making the trip from London to Liverpool undiscovered. But, then, sailors are hardened
to jars and shocks and noises, by being accustomed to the warring of the elements and
so forth. The reader may remember that when, some few years ago, a Great Western
train intersected and completely cut in two another which crossed its path, a sailor was
found asleep on the seat of a half third-class carriage, and that he was quite angry
dead heads.
Examples of this tribe have boasted
that they have travelled all over the States for nothing. Good-natured guards—always
conductors
in America—will often wink at his presence, but more rigid officials have been
known to stop the train outside a long tunnel, or on one side of a dangerous open
trestle-work bridge, and peremptorily tell the vagrant to get!
He has often worked
his way clear across the American continent. Turned off one train, kicked off another, left
in the snow half-way between far distant stations, charitably allowed a short ride on an
open freight car, walking where he may not ride, stealing where it is easier than begging,
and vice versâ, he has at last arrived in California, where, to do a glorious country and a
generous people justice, not even a tramp is allowed to starve. After all, does not the
vagabond deserve something for his enterprise? Perhaps in that land, now far more of
corn and hops and wine than of gold, he may, under more auspicious circumstances, become
a better and more prosperous man.
Few tourists or travellers of leisure will fail to pay a flying visit to the grand and
beautiful lakes and tarns lying among the eternal snows of the Sierra Nevada
mountains, which separate the Silver from the Golden State, and are crossed by the
Pacific Railway at an elevation of 7,042 feet above the sea level. From the Summit and
Truckee stations there are all necessary facilities for reaching Donner, Tahoe, and other
lakes, and for a stay among some of the grandest scenery in the world. The space
occupied by this chapter would not describe in the barest details the grand mountain
peaks, in one case rising to an altitude of 14,500 feet; the forests of magnificent trees;
the quieter valleys in verdure clad;
the waterfalls and cataracts and torrents of this
Alpine region, which is within half a day’s journey of San Francisco, and but three
or four hours from districts which for eight months of the year have the temperature of
Southern Italy. Sufficiently good coaches convey you to leading points, where there are
comfortable inns, or, in the summer months, travellers can do a little tent-life and open-air
camping with advantage, the climate among the mountains being pure, bracing, and yet
warm. On the leading lakes there are boats to be had, and on one or two there are small
steamers plying regularly. Fishing and hunting can be indulged in to the heart’s content.
The Sierra mountain trout is unsurpassed anywhere; while the sportsman can bag anything
from a Californian quail to a grizzly bear—the latter, more especially, if he can. At
most of the ordinary places of resort he will get the morning papers of San Francisco the
same day, while Truckee boasts of a journal of its own, published, be it observed, 7,000
feet up the mountains!
One of the writer’s recollections of the Sierra region is not so pleasant, but then it
was under its winter aspect. He had been warned on leaving San Francisco that the
railway might be snowed up,
as it was in 1871-2, when for several weeks there was a
blockade, and he was recommended to go to New York viâ Panama. That voyage he had
once made, and, besides, had a desire to see the continent in winter, when the journey
summit
of
the railway line, i.e., its highest point among the Sierra Nevada, and near the station of
the same name, the train came suddenly to a standstill in the gloom of a long snow-shed
tunnel. Worse, as it seemed to some, the engine deserted it, and ran away,
while the conductor was also absent for a long time. The carriages were not too well
lighted, although quite warm enough, thanks to the glowing stoves, while memories of
former blockades and half-starved passengers did not aid in reassuring the frozen-in
travellers. Few slept that night, and, indeed, in one carriage, where there were several
squalling babies and scolding females, it would have been difficult. Some of the older
travellers, who had something of Mark Tapleyism about them, did their best to cheer
the rest, and passed their wicker-covered demijohns—flasks are hardly enough for a
seven days’ journey, which might be indefinitely extended—to those who had not
provided themselves; one individual did his best to relieve the monotony with a song;
but it fell rather flat, and melancholy reigned supreme.
[Illustration: ON THE PACIFIC RAILWAY: THE INTERIOR OF A SNOW-SHED IN THE SIERRA NEVADA.]
And so we descend, first to the foot-hills, and then to the plains of sunny California.
Evidences of mining, past and present, are to be often seen: flumes and ditches through
which the water is rushing rapidly, old shafts, and works, and mills, and boarding-houses.
But the glory is departed, or rather changed for the more permanent vineyard and
grain-field and orchard. Some of the finest wines and fruits are raised among these
said foot-hills. And now we cross the American river, and are in Sacramento, the
legislative capital of the State, a city surrounded by pleasant suburbs, handsome villas,
and splendid mansions. Thence to San Francisco there is the choice of a ride on the
Sacramento River to the Bay, or one of two railways—once so near the Bay City,
few care to delay, and so press on. The railway bears you through a highly-cultivated
country to Oakland, the Brooklyn of San Francisco, and place of residence for
many of its merchant princes. Here all the year round flowers are in full bloom.
When leaving California in winter we noted roses, daisies, verbenas, pansies, violets,
Of San Francisco and its glorious bay these pages have already furnished some
account. It is the grand depôt for all that concerns commerce and travel between every
part of America and much of Europe and the Pacific generally. The successful miner,
trader, or farmer, from Nevada, Oregon, Colorado, and all outlying territories, spends his
money there; as the metropolis of the coast-trade of all kind centres there. Hence its
success and cosmopolitan character.
In speaking of the cosmopolitan characteristics of the Golden City, a traveller (Mr. Carlisle), says that one of the good points, coming, as did he, from the remoteness of Japan, is the proximity of the city to Europe as regards the receipt of news.
The city of San Francisco is eight hours behind London in the matter of time,
The present
writer can illustrate this point by an actual occurrence in his own experience. Every
reader will remember the terrible explosion in the Regent’s Park, which did so much
damage, and which happened about half-past three in the morning. He was then occupying
the post of The
&c., &c., giving the substance of that morning’s leader.Times of to-day has an article in
which it says,telegraphic editor,
&c., on the staff of the Alta California, the oldest journal
published on that coast. The news of the explosion reached him by telegram at 11.30 the
evening before, that is, apparently, before it happened! The Alta therefore was able to give
the sad intelligence to all its readers—some few of them as early as four o’clock—the next
morning, while the London newspapers of the early editions could naturally have nothing
about it, as they were printed before its occurrence.
Mr. W. F. Rae, a writer before quoted in regard to the character which the city
unfortunately acquired in early days, says of it:—From being a bye-word for its
lawlessness and licentiousness, the city of San Francisco has become in little more than
ten years as moral as Philadelphia, and far more orderly than New York.
The fact is
that one must obtain a permit
to carry a revolver at all, and that permission cannot
properly be obtained by anyone of dissipated or dangerous character. A heavy fine is
inflicted on any one wearing a pistol without having secured the necessary authority. The
same writer says:—That the Golden State is of extraordinary richness is well known
to every traveller. To some, as to me, it may have been a matter of rejoicing to
discover that California is also a land teeming with unexpected natural beauties and
rare natural delights.
He quotes approvingly Lieutenant-Governor Holden’s speech
at a festive meeting held in Sacramento, California, on the completion of the Pacific
Railway. Why, sir,
said the Lieutenant-Governor, a gentleman who had himself
done much towards the successful consummation of that grand enterprise, we have
the bravest men, the handsomest women, and the fattest babies of any place under
the canopy of heaven!
Baron Hübner, in his published work,A Ramble Round the World.
Translated by Lady Herbert.It is a perpetual spring;
and then, alluding to the decreased yield of gold,
remarks truly, Its real riches lie in the fertility of the soil.
And once more,
Margharita Weppner, the German lady-traveller before mentioned, says, speaking of a
fruit-show she visited:—What I saw there could only be found in California, for I have
never seen anything to equal it, even in the tropics.
She adds, enthusiastically:—This
beautiful city of the golden land I prefer to any other in America. My preference is due
to the agreeable kind of life which its people lead, and to the extraordinary salubrity of
the climate.
The present writer has preferred to collate from these independent sources
rather than from his own long experience; but he can testify to the truth of every
one of the above statements. One of the grandest features in San Francisco’s present
From San Francisco the traveller bent on seeing the world can proceed to New
Zealand and Australia, calling at Honolulu in the Hawaïan Islands, and Fiji, on the way;
or he can make his way to China, calling at Japan, in steamships having perhaps
the most roomy accommodation in the world; or he can reach Panama and South
American ports, calling at Mexican ports en route, by steamships which pass over the
most pacific part of the Pacific Ocean; or, again, he can make delightful trips
northwards to Californian and Oregonian and British Columbian ports; or, once again,
southwards to ports of Southern California. These lines are running constantly, and
the above list is far from complete. Whither away?
The American Steamships—A Celestial Company—Leading Cargoes—Corpses and Coffins—Monotony of the Voyage—Emotions
Caused by the Sea—Amusements on Board Chalked
—Cricket at Sea—Balls Overboard—A Six Days’
Walking Match—Theatricals—Waxworks—The Officers on Board—Engineer’s Life—The Chief Waiter—Inspection
—Meeting
the Menu—Music and Dancing—Hongkong, the Gibraltar of China—Charming Victoria—Busy
Shanghai—English Enterprise.
A very ordinary trip now-a-days for those rounding the world is that from San Francisco
to China, calling at Japan on the way. The steamships of the Pacific Mail Company
are those principally employed, and a voyage on such a vessel as the Round the World in 1870.
John
is a great improvement on Sambo.
An additional proof,
said a leading journal of the new vitality infused
into that long inert mass, the Chinese Empire, has just been supplied from San
Francisco,
and the writer goes on to describe a new development of their mercantile
enterprise. It seems that there has been in existence for some time past an association
termed the Chinese Merchants’ Steamship Company, the stockholders of which are wealthy
P. and O.
is one Tong Ken Sing, a shrewd native of
Singapore; and, continues the writer, under the enlightened control of this man of
his epoch, who is equally at home with tails and taels, the company is sure to succeed.
After leaving the Golden Gate,
the entrance to the Bay of San Francisco,
and passing the rocky Farralones, islands whence a company brings a million of sea-birds’
eggs to the city yearly, the voyager by this route will not see land till Japan
is reached. The steamships stop nowhere en route. The passengers must depend on
their own resources aboard for amusement, and every passing sail becomes an object of
greatest interest. Yet still there is always the sea itself, in its varying aspects of
placid or turbulent grandeur. The appearance of the open sea,
says Frédol, far
from the shore—the boundless ocean—is to the man who loves to create a world of
his own, in which he can freely exercise his thoughts, filled with sublime ideas of the
Infinite. His searching eye rests upon the far-distant horizon; he sees there the ocean
and the heavens meeting in a vapoury outline, where the stars ascend and descend,
appear and disappear in their turn. Presently this everlasting change in nature awakens
in him a vague feeling of that sadness
When the Breton fisherman or mariner puts to sea, his touching
prayer is, which,
says Humboldt, lies at the root of
all our heartfelt joys.
Keep me, my God! my boat is so small, and Thy ocean so wide!We
find in the sea,
says Lacepède, unity and diversity, which constitute its beauty;
grandeur and simplicity, which give it sublimity; puissance and immensity, which
command our wonder.
That immense expanse of water is no mere liquid desert; it
teems with life, however little that life may be visible. The inhabitants of the water
through which the good ship ploughs her way are as numerous as those of the solid
earth; although, unless the great sea-serpent makes its fitful appearance, the experience
of a traveller over the Pacific by this route will be repeated. Says he:—
Few signs of life are visible outside the vessel. Occasionally a whale is reported in
sight, but for many days most of the passengers are inclined to think it is only something
very
The writer of these pages has seen whales, in the North Pacific, keep up with
the vessel on which he was a passenger for half an hour or more together. On one
occasion a large whale was swimming abreast of the steamer so closely that rifle
and pistol shots were fired at it, some undoubtedly hitting their mark, yet the great
like one,
till, as the days pass, every person has caught a glimpse of a spout of water
suddenly shooting up from the sea without any apparent reason, or of a black line
cutting through the blue surface for a moment, and then disappearing to unknown
depths. Occasionally, too, one or more sea-birds are seen following in the vessel’s wake,
sweeping gracefully across and again across the white band of foam, and with difficulty
keeping down their natural pace to that of the steam-driven monster. These birds are
of two kinds only: the Mother Carey’s Chicken,
and another, called by the sailors
the Cape Hen
—a brown bird, rather larger and longer in the wing than a sea-gull.
Both birds are visible when we are in mid-ocean, 1,000 miles at least from the nearest
dry land.
Occasionally a little diversity and profit are got out of passengers by the sailors when
they go for the first time on the fo’castle. The latter draw on the deck a chalk line
quickly round the former, and each visitor so chalked,
as it is called, must pay a fine in
the shape of a bottle of rum. This secures one, however, the freedom of the ship ever after.
[Illustration: A CRICKET-MATCH ON BOARD SHIP.]
One of the deck games popular on long voyages is a form of quoits, played with
rings and chalked spaces, or, in some cases, on a spike driven into the deck. A
travellerOver Land and Sea. A Log of Travel Round the World in 1873-4.
The
The boatswain furnished spun-yarn balls at sixpence each, but these
seldom had a long life, four or five being frequently hit overboard in the course of an
afternoon’s play; nearly 300 were exhausted on the voyage. leviathan hitter,
in attempting a huge drive, let it slip out of his hands, and it is
lost to us for ever.The wicket,
continues the
narrator, is pitched just in front of the weather poop-ladder, the bowling-crease being
thirteen yards further forward, by the side of the deck-house. Behind the bowler stands
an out-field, while mid-on or mid-off, according to which tack the ship is on, has his
back to the midshipmen’s berth, and has also occasionally to climb over the boom-board
above it, and search for a lost ball among a chaos of boats and spare spars....
Run-getting on board ship is a matter of difficulty, the ball having the supremacy over
the bat, which is exactly reversed on shore. A cricketer who thinks but little of the side-hill
at Lord’s would find himself thoroughly non-plussed by the incline of a ship’s deck
in a stiff breeze. A good eye and hard straight driving effected much, but a steady
defence and the scientific
The games were
highly popular, and were watched by appreciative assemblages of the passengers. On the
same vessel a glee club was organised, and an evening in Christmas week was devoted to
theatricals, by the placing
of the ball under the winch often succeeded equally
well, especially on a wet wicket. The highest score of the season was eighteen, which
included two hits on to the forecastle, feats of very rare occurrence.Shooting Stars of the Southern Seas.
Dancing is common enough
on board, and, of course, is often pursued under difficulties; a sudden lurch of the ship
may throw a number of couples off their feet or tumble them in a chaotic heap.
Another travellerThe Rambles of a Globe Trotter in Australia, Japan, China, Java, India, and Cashmere.
I
had a great deal to do, as I was responsible for dresses, and had to see that everybody
was ready. I had among other things to procure a chignon. I was in a dilemma,
as I did not like to ask a lady for the loan of one, even where no doubt existed as to
her wearing false hair; so at last I procured some oakum from the carpenter, and made
three large sausages, and it was pronounced a success. The stage is erected in the saloon,
and we had footlights, with a gorgeous screen of flags, &c.
Special prologues were
written for these entertainments, one of which, on the occasion of performing the Taming
of a Tiger
and the Area Belle,
ran as follows:—
Far from Australia or from British home,
Will show, if not the deed, at least the will.
Then came mention of some of the amateurs who had already played before the passengers:—
Yet not all novices—the veteran Flood
Joy of the fair and hero of the dance;
and so forth. The performance took place while the vessel was constantly rolling. Mr. Laird says that he had to think almost as much of his equilibrium as of anything else; but as he had always to appear trembling before the presence of his master in the piece, it did pretty well, except in one lurch, when he went flying in an undignified manner across the stage into the arms of the prompter.
On another occasion an entertainment, entitled Mrs. Jarley’s Waxworks,
was presented.
Five children were dressed up to represent different characters, and pretence was
made of winding them up to make them go. The best was a cannibal, converted to be a
missionary; another personated Fair Rosamond; and a third the Marquis of Lorne. The
missionary handed tracts about, and Queen Eleanor alternately presented a dagger and a cup
of cold poison to Fair Rosamond. A regularly-organised concert followed, while a farce and
spoken epilogue concluded this, the last performance on board the
And now our sweet communion must shortly see its close,
No more on Sunday morning shall we sing the Evening Hymn;
the fact being that a clergyman on board had once inadvertently chosen the latter for morning service! The epilogue concluded by wishing good luck to all the officers and men and to the good old ship.
[Illustration: LEAVING THE COAST OF CALIFORNIA.]
Baron Hübner has given us, in his published work before quoted, some interesting reminiscences of, and graphic notes on, his voyage to Japan from San Francisco. A few extracts may be permitted.
July 4.—The sky is pearly grey. The vessel is all painted white: masts, deck-cabins,
deck, tarpaulins, benches—all are white. This deck, from poop to prow, is all
in one piece, and makes a famous walk. Almost all the morning I am alone there. The
first-class passengers get up very late; the second-class—that is, the Chinese—not at all.
The fine vessels of the company then running were, although perhaps the most commodious in the world, hardly the safest. The distance between San Francisco and Japan is 5,000 miles, and, barring a few hundred miles on the coasts of the latter, the ocean is almost one grand calm lake. But cyclones occur in the Japanese seas when the high-built American boats are not safe.
Baron Hübner gives us some notes on the passengers on board, which included nine
nationalities. Among them was a dignified and venerable Parsee merchant, a merchant
prince in his way, who had wished to study European manners, and so had proceeded as
far as San Francisco. What he saw there impressed him so unfavourably, that he immediately
took passage back again. What he observed, indeed, filled him with disgust. The
men,
said he, what a lack of dignity! Never in the streets of our towns will you
be shocked by the sight of drunkards and bad women.
Hübner gives also some sketches of the officers on board. The chief engineer is described as a thoughtful and meditative man—a Roman Catholic, deeply imbued with the spirit of religious fervour, and spending his time in the alternate study of theology and practical mechanics. His cabin, opening on the one side to the deck and on the other to the machinery, contained a well-selected, though small, library of scientific and classical books, and was adorned by pots of flowers, which he managed to keep alive by constant care, in spite of the sea-breezes, for they had been given to him by his young and beautiful wife, whose portrait hung upon the wall. For a couple of weeks only in each three months could he see his better half.
Sweetly blows the western wind
Distant o’er the sea.
The Baron describes the waiters on board as follows:—The head waiter is a native
of Hamburg. He and his white comrade lead an easy life; they confine their labours to
overlooking the Chinese men, and pass the rest of their time in flirting with the ladies’-maids.
These are the only two idlers in the service. Thirty-two Chinamen do the duties
of waiters on the passengers and at table. Although short, they look well enough with
their black caps, their equally black pig-tails, which go down to their heels, their
dark-
The daily inspection, common on all well-regulated
passenger ships, is thus described:—
July 6.—Every day, at eleven o’clock in the morning and at eight o’clock
in the evening, the captain, followed by the purser, makes the rounds of the ship. In
that of the morning all the cabin-doors are opened, only excepting those of the ladies;
but the moment these have gone out
A common occurrence, but always of great interest to the passengers, is thus described:—
July 7.—Contrary to our usual sleepy habits, we are all to-day in a state of
excitement and agitation. The
July 8.—At five o’clock in the morning the second officer rushed into my cabin—The
I throw on my clothes and tumble on deck. The morning
is beautiful, and this colossal steamer, the largest after the
The At this moment the ocean was really magnificent. In
the boiling sea the foam was driven horizontally towards the east. The water was
positively inky, with here and there whitish gleams of light. The sky was iron-grey;
to the west a curtain of the same colour, but darker. The thermometer was still falling
rapidly. In the air above the waves I suddenly saw a cloud of white flakes; they were
little bits of Joss paper which the Chinese were throwing into the sea to appease their
gods. I passed before the open door of the engineer; he was watering his plants. The
passengers were all gathered together in the saloon. Some of them were moved almost
to tears. At twelve o’clock the sky cleared a little, and the faces brightened considerably.
I have often remarked that people when in danger, whether real or imaginary, are
like children; the slightest thing will make them laugh or cry. The Bombay master-baker,
the Chinese merchant, and the two Japanese, struck me by their imperturbability.
The first whispered in my ear,
The company is very unwise to have a Chinese crew;
the Malays are much better. Chinese sailors are scared at the least danger, and would
be the first to make off in the lifeboats.
Fung-Tang has an equally bad opinion of
his fellow-countrymen. He says to me, Chinese good men, very good; bad sailors, very
bad!
I reply, If we go to the bottom, what will become of Fung-Tang?
He replies,
If good, place above; if bad,
below stairs, punished.
July 20.—In the middle of the night the ocean suddenly calmed. The
Yokohama, whose very name signifies across the sea and shore,
has been before briefly
described in these pages. Travellers have given some interesting accounts of it, and as
in a tour round the world it would form one of the leading stopping-places, some further
allusion to it may be permitted.
Baron Hübner says in effect that at every step one takes there one asks if it be not
all a dream, a fairy tale, a story of the thousand-and-one nights. Arriving there from San
Francisco, the step from American to Oriental civilisation is particularly noticed. The Baron
refers particularly to the courtesy and extreme cleanliness of the people. Even the coolies,
bearing great cases or baskets slung on bamboos resting on their athletic shoulders, stop
to chatter and laugh so pleasantly that labour seems to have lost half its curse. Misery,
says he, is unknown amongst them; so also is luxury.
If the Japanese have arrived at
this happy mean it would be a great pity to disturb their peaceful condition by the
introduction of a so-called civilisation, and its attendant expenses and new wants.
What adds to the charm of the scene,
says the same authority, is the smiling look of
the country, and the intense beauty, at this season (summer), of the setting sun. The sky is
positively crimson, with great clouds of Sèvres blue; the long promontory of Thanagawa is
inundated with mother-of-pearl; and on the purpled violet sea the pale shadows of the ships
and junks stand out against the sky, the one rocked by the swell, the others gliding across the
water like phantoms.
The winter in Japan is cold enough, as Mrs. Brassey discovered;A Voyage in the
Mrs. Brassey gives some life-like pictures from Yokohama.
Having landed,
says she, we went with the Consul to the native town to see the curio
shops, which are a speciality of the place. The inhabitants are wonderfully clever at making
all sorts of curiosities, and the manufactories of so called
antique bronzes
and old china
are two of the most wonderful sights in Yokohama. The way in which they scrape, crack,
chip, mend, and colour the various articles, cover them with dust, partially clean them, and
imitate the marks and signatures of celebrated makers, is more creditable to their ingenuity
than to their honesty. Still, there are a good many genuine old relics from the temples and
from the large houses of the reduced Daimios to be picked up, if you go the right way to work,
though the supply is limited.
Dealers are plentiful, and travellers, especially from America, are increasing in numbers.
When we first made acquaintance with the shops we thought they seemed full of beautiful
things, but even one day’s shopping, in the company of experienced people, has educated our
taste and taught us a great deal; though we have still much to learn. There are very
respectable-looking lacquer cabinets, ranging in price from 5s. to £20. But they are only
made for the foreign market. No such things exist in a Japanese home.
A really fine piece of old lacquer is often worth a couple of hundred pounds.
It is said that the modern Japanese have lost the art of lacquer-making; and as an
illustration I was told that many beautiful articles of lacquer, old and new, had been sent from
this country to the Vienna Exhibition in 1873, but the price put on them was so exorbitant
that few were sold, and nearly all had to be sent back to Japan. Just as the ship with these
things on board reached the Gulf of Jeddo, she struck on a rock and sank in shallow water.
A month or two ago a successful attempt was made to raise her and to recover the cargo, when
it was found that the new lacquer had been reduced to a state of pulp, while the old was not in
the least damaged. I tell you the tale as it was told to me.
[Illustration: A STREET IN JAPAN.]
After a long day’s shopping, we went to dine, in real Japanese fashion, at a Japanese
tea-house. The establishment was kept by a very pleasant woman, who received us at the door,
and who herself removed our exceedingly dirty boots before allowing us to step on to her clean
mats. This was all very well, as far as it went; but she might as well have supplied us with
some substitute for the objectionable articles, for it was a bitterly cold night, and the highly-polished
wood passages and steep staircase felt very cold to our shoeless feet. The apartment
we were shown into was so exact a type of a room in any Japanese house that I may as well
describe it once for all. The wood-work of the roof and the framework of the screens were all
made of a handsome dark polished wood, not unlike walnut.
The exterior walls under the verandah, as well as partitions between the other rooms,
were simply wooden lattice-work screens covered with white paper, and sliding in grooves, so
that you could walk in or out at any part of the wall you chose, and it was, in like manner,
impossible to say whence the next comer would make his appearance; doors and windows are
by this arrangement rendered unnecessary, and do not exist. You open a little bit of your wall
On one side of the room was a slightly raised daïs, about four inches from the floor.
This was the seat of honour. On it had been placed a stool, a little bronze ornament, and a
china vase, with a branch of cherry-blossom and a few flag-leaves gracefully arranged. On
the wall behind hung pictures, which are changed every month, according to the season of the
year. There was no other furniture of any sort in the room. Four nice-looking Japanese girls
brought us thick cotton quilts to sit upon, and braziers full of burning charcoal to warm ourselves
by. In the centre of the group another brazier was placed, protected by a square wooden
grating, and over the whole they laid a large silk eider-down quilt, to retain the heat: this is
the way in which all the rooms, even bed-rooms, are warmed in Japan, and the result is that
fires are of very frequent occurrence. The brazier is kicked over by some restless or careless
person, and in a moment the whole place is in a blaze.
The following gives a description of a Japanese meal:—Presently the eider-down and
brazier were removed, and our dinner was brought in. A little lacquer table, about six inches
high, on which were arrayed a pair of chop-sticks, a basin of soup, a bowl for rice, a saki cup,
and a basin of hot water, was placed before each person, whilst the four Japanese maidens sat
in our midst, with fires to keep the
saki hot and to light the tiny pipes with which they were
provided, and from which they wished us to take a whiff after each dish. Saki is a sort of
spirit distilled from rice, always drunk hot out of small cups. In this state it is not disagreeable,
but we found it exceedingly nasty when cold.
Everything was well cooked and served, though the ingredients of some of the dishes,
as will be seen from the following bill of fare, were rather strange to our ideas. Still, they
were all eatable, and most of them really palatable.
Soup.
Shrimps and Seaweeds.
Prawns, Egg Omelette, and Preserved Grapes.
Fried Fish, Spinach, Young Rushes, and Young Ginger.
Raw Fish, Mustard and Cress, Horseradish, and Soy.
Thick Soup of Egg, Fish, Mushrooms, and Spinach; Grilled Fish.
Fried Chicken and Bamboo Shoots.
Turnip-Tops and Root, Pickled.
Rice ad libitum in a large bowl.
Hot Saki, Pipes, and Tea.
The meal concluded with an enormous lacquer box of rice, from which all our bowls were
filled; the rice being thence conveyed to our mouths by means of chop-sticks. We managed
very well with these substitutes for spoons and forks, the knack of using which, to a certain
extent, is soon acquired. The long intervals between the dishes were beguiled with songs,
After dinner we had some real Japanese tea, tasting exactly like a little hot water
poured on very fragrant new-mown hay. Then, after a brief visit to the kitchen, which,
though small, was beautifully clean, we received our boots, and were bowed out by our pleasant
hostess and her attentive handmaidens.
Recommending the perusal of the interesting works last quoted, let us finish our trip on paper at its natural termination, so far as the route from San Francisco is concerned, in China, to which country the American vessels take us in a week or so.
Hong Kong is a commercial port of the first order, but has not come up to the expectations
once made of it. It has not progressed in the same ratio as has Shanghai. Its situation is
picturesque. Fancy to yourself the rock of Gibraltar, on a large scale, looking to the north.
There facing us is
terra firma. Let us scramble up to the flag-staff, proudly standing on the
highest peak of the mountain. The sun, which is already low, bathes sky, earth, and sea in
crude, fantastic, exaggerated lights. Woe be to the painter who should dare reproduce such
effects! Happy would he be if he could succeed!
Towards the south, the sun and the fogs are fighting over the islands, which at this
moment stand out in black groups on a liquid gold ground, framed in silver. Towards the
north we look over the town, officially called Victoria, and vulgarly Hong Kong. It is
stretched out at our feet, but we only perceive the roofs, the courts, and the streets; further
on the roadstead is crowded with frigates, corvettes, gun-boats, steamers belonging to the great
companies, and an infinity of smaller steam and sailing vessels of less tonnage. In front of us,
at three or four miles distance, is a high chain of rocks, bare and rugged, but coloured by the
setting sun with tints of rose colour and crimson, resembling a huge coral bracelet. That is
the continent. Towards the west are the two passages which lead to Canton and Macao; to
the north-east is a third passage, by which we ourselves have come. The sea here is like a
lake, bordered on one side by the rocks of
terra firma, and on the other by the peaks and
summits of the Hong Kong cliffs. I have seen in many other lands softer and more
harmonious effects of light, but I never saw any so strange.
Victoria is charming, sympathetic, and imposing: English and yet tropical—a mixture
of cottages and palaces. Nowhere can be found a happier combination between the poetry of
nature and the prose of commercial life; between English comfort and the intoxicating
exuberance of the south. The streets, which are well macadamised, well kept, and beautifully
clean, run in a serpentine fashion along the rock, sometimes between houses, of which the
rather pretentious façades are coquettishly veiled by the verandahs, sometimes between gardens,
bamboo hedges, or stone balustrades. It is like Ventnor or Shanklin seen through a magnifying-glass
and under a jet of electric light. Everywhere there are fine trees—banians, bamboos,
[Illustration: THE CUSTOM HOUSE, SHANGHAI.]
Shanghai, as another leading port, would naturally be visited by the tourist of leisure,
and it affords a wonderful example of English enterprise. It is by nature the port of Suchow,
ninety miles up the great Yang-tse-Kiang river. Near the city its flat, green, cultivated
Messageries,
merchant steamers straight from London, Liverpool, and Glasgow,
and sailing vessels in numbers. In a picturesque point of view the place has little to
recommend it, but commercially it is a lively place, nine-tenths of the capital employed being
English, and the white population counting at least six Englishmen to all the rest of the
foreigners put together. There are three concessions,
i.e., tracts ceded by the Chinese to
the English, French, and Americans, for commercial purposes. Stone being scarce, these
concessions are fringed by enormous wooden wharves, slips, and piers, outside the warehouses,
depôts, and stores. There are streets of well-filled shops, where everything is to be obtained
that could be bought in the Strand or Oxford Street. In this point of view, Hübner tells
us, neither Yokohama nor any other European town in Asia, saving Calcutta and Bombay, can
bear a comparison with Shanghai. The Chinese do not adopt numerals for their shops and
warehouses, but use mottoes and descriptive titles, and the great English houses have adopted
the custom of the country. Messrs. Dent & Co. have for their nom de maison, Precious and
Obliging,
while Messrs. Jardine & Co. are known, not as number 45, or what-not, but as
Honest and Harmonious.
[Illustration: VIEW OF HONOLULU, SANDWICH ISLANDS.]
The Hawaiian Islands—King and Parliament—Pleasant Honolulu—A Government Hotel—Honeysuckle-covered Theatre—Productions
of the Islands—Grand Volcanoes—Ravages of Lava Streams and Earthquakes—Off to Fiji—A Rapidly
Christianised People—A Native Hut—Dinner—Kandavu—The Bush—Fruit-laden Canoes—Strange Ideas of Value—New
Zealand—Its Features—Intense English Feeling—The New Zealand Company and its Iniquities—The
Maories—Trollope’s Testimony—Facts about Cannibalism—A Chief on Bagpipes—Australia—Beauty of Sydney
Harbour—Its Fortifications—Volunteers—Its War-fleet of One—Handsome Melbourne—Absence of Squalor—No
Workhouses Required—The Benevolent Asylums—Splendid Place for Working Men—Cheapness of Meat, &c.—Wages
in Town and Country—Life in the Bush—Knocking Down One’s Cheque
—Gold, Coal, and Iron.
A popular route now to New Zealand and Australia is that viâ San Francisco, Honolulu,
and Fiji, the bulk of the voyage being usually over the quieter parts of the Pacific; it
takes the passenger, of course, through the tropics.
Honolulu, the capital of the Hawaiian or Sandwich Islands, is now a civilised and
pleasant city, while the natural attractions of the islands themselves are many and varied.
One need not now fear the fate of poor Captain Cook. Most of the natives, of whom there
are 50,000, are clothed in semi-European style: the men in coats and trousers of nankeen,
and the women more picturesquely clad in long robes fastened round the neck, and pretty
often of pink or some other bright colour. There is a white population of some 10,000 souls
scattered over the islands, a large proportion of whom are English and American.
Honolulu is the Government centre and residence of King Kalakau, who used to be
called Calico
in the United States, and who, in fact, is a very slightly tinted,
Mr. Guillemard thus describes HonoluluVide Over Land and Sea.
The town, which is built on the low
land bordering the shore—partly, indeed, on land reclaimed from the sea, thanks to
the industry of the architects of the coral reef—looks mean and insignificant from the
harbour, but on going ashore to breakfast we get glimpses of fine public buildings and
numerous shops and stores, of neat houses nestling among bowers of shrubs and flowers,
and evidences of a busy trade and considerable population. The streets are narrow, and the
houses built of wood, without any attempt at decoration or even uniformity. In the by-streets
or lanes pretty verandah-girt villas peep out from shrubberies of tropical foliage,
honeysuckle, roses, lilies, and a hundred flowers strange to English eyes. Tiny fountains
are sending sparkling jets of water up in the hot, still air; and other music is not
wanting, for here and there we hear the tinkle of a distant piano, telling us that
early rising is the rule in Honolulu, and suggesting as a consequence a
siesta at
mid-day.
But here we are at the grand Hawaiian Hotel, a fine verandahed building, standing
back from the road in a pretty garden, the green lawn, cool deep shade, and trickling
fountain of which are doubly grateful after the glare of the scorching sunlight, scorching
even though it is not yet seven a.m. The theatre, half-hidden by its wealth of
honeysuckle and fan-palm, is not fifty yards distant, but is quite thrown into insignificance
by the hotel. This was built by Government, at a cost of £25,000, and is admirably
planned and appointed.
Its large airy rooms and cool verandahs, shaded with masses
of passion flowers, its excellent food and iced American drinks, all combine to make it
a capital resting-place.
In the streets Mr. Guillemard noted bevies of gaily-attired girls on horseback, their robes being gathered in at the waist with bright scarves, which fling their folds far over the horses’ tails. Their jaunty straw hats were wreathed with flowers, and now and then some dark-eyed beauty would be found wearing a necklace of blossoms. The girls rode astride up and down the main streets, making them ring again with their merry laughter. Mosquitoes were abundant, and, as some compensation, so also were delicious melons, guavas, mangoes, bananas, and commoner fruit.
The sugar-cane was first grown on these islands in 1820; now over 20,000,000 pounds of sugar are produced annually by the aid of Hawaiian and Chinese labour and steam-mills. Not a quarter of the land suitable for this purpose is yet under cultivation, though some of the plantations are of thousands of acres in extent. Hides and wool are staple exports.
A few hours’ sail from Honolulu some of the largest and most wonderful volcanoes
in the world are to be found. Two of them, Mauna Loa and Mauna Kea, are each
over 13,000 feet in elevation. The eruptions from the great crater of Kilauea, which is
ten miles in circumference, are something fearful. One explosion ejected streams of red
mud three miles, killing thirty-one people and 500 head of cattle. This was followed
by several earthquakes, which destroyed a number of houses. These, again, were succeeded
by a great earthquake wave, during the continuance of which three villages were swept
away and seventy people killed. Next a new crater formed upon Mauna Loa, from
which rose four fountains of red-hot lava to a height of 600 feet. A lava stream,
eight to ten miles long, and half a mile wide in some places, carried all before it. In
one place it tumbled, in a molten cataract of fiery liquid, over a precipice several hundred feet
in height. The interior of Hawaii is a vast underground lake of fire, and were it not
for the safety-valves provided by Nature in the form of craters, it would be shaken to
pieces by successive earthquakes.
[Illustration: THE VOLCANOES OF MAUNA LOA AND MAUNA KEA, SANDWICH ISLANDS (FROM THE SEA).]
And now the passenger has before him a fortnight of the most tranquil part of
the ocean called the Pacific. He must not be surprised if the heat rises to 90° or so in the
saloon. The distance from San Francisco to Sydney direct is 6,500 miles, and Fiji is
naturally en route; the detour to New Zealand considerably increases the length of the
voyage. It will be remembered that these islands were formally annexed to Britain in
1874, after vain attempts at a mixed native and European government. The population
was then 140,000; in a year or two afterwards 40,000 of the poor natives fell victims to
the measles, another of the importations apparently inseparable from civilisation. The
Wesleyan missionaries, in particular, have worked with so much zeal in these islands
that more than half the people are Christians. There are 600 chapels in the 140 islands
comprising the Fiji group. Formerly the natives were the worst kind of cannibals.
They not merely killed and ate the victims of their island wars, but no shipwrecked or
helpless person was safe among them. Numbers were slain at the caprice of the chiefs,
especially at the building of a house or canoe, or at the reception of a native embassy.
Widows were strangled at the death of their husbands, and slaves killed on the decease of
their masters. The introduction of Christianity and partial civilisation has changed all that
for the better; and the natives of to-day are described as mild and gentle, and little given
to quarrelling. Among their customs is that of powdering the hair (always closely cropped)
with lime, which is often coloured. Their huts are of dried reeds, lashed to a strong
framework of poles, and have lofty arched roofs, but are without windows or chimneys.
Each has two low doors, through which one must crawl. The best native huts have a
partition between the dwelling and bed room, and all are carpeted with mats. The
only furniture consists of one article, a short piece of wood on two small legs, used for
a pillow! Clay pots are used for cooking their principal diet, yams and fish. Many
of them nowadays have houses well furnished with mats, curtains, baskets, jars, &c.
Mr. Guillemard describes a tropical dinner, served to himself and companions in one
of these huts. A couple of banana-leaves formed the dishes, on which boiled fish and
half a dozen yams, or sweet potatoes, were offered. A large block of rock-salt was handed
them to use à discretion. Then followed ripe cocoa-nuts. Dried leaves of somewhat
The natural productions of this group are extensive, and comprise bread-fruit, taro, cocoa-nuts, yams, bananas, plantains, guavas, oranges and lemons, wild and cultivated tobacco, sugar, cotton, and coffee. The india-rubber tree is cultivated, and among the leading exports are dried cocoa-nut and pearl-shell. As there are at the present time comparatively few white settlers—perhaps not over 2,500 in all the islands—there are innumerable openings for settlement, and Fiji, with many other neighbouring islands, will doubtless soon afford fresh examples of British enterprise.
The point touched by the steamers is Kandavu, on one of the southernmost islands,
where Mount Washington, a fine mountain, rears its head 3,000 feet into the clouds. A
visitor says:—From the eastern point of land run out miles of coral reef, on which the ocean
rollers are breaking grandly, and outside this barrier we take our pilot on board. The
entrance to Kandavu harbour is narrow and intricate, and here the
The passage has been properly buoyed and lighted, and the New Company
have built offices and stores, and established a coaling station here.
The view of Port Ugaloa from the entrance is very beautiful. On our left the coral
reef encloses a still lagoon of the softest, lightest green; before us hills and mountains,
covered from base to summit with the richest vegetation, are tipped with fleecy cloud;
and on our right, dividing the waters of the bay, is Ugaloa Island, its slopes feathery
with the foliage of the cocoa-palm and banana, half hidden in which appear here and
there the low brown huts of the natives.... The brothers L. accompany me ashore
on Ugaloa, landing close to a small collection of huts scattered about just above the
coral-strewn beach. It is Sunday afternoon, and a native missionary is preaching to
some fifty men, women, and children, squatting on their hams on the mat-covered floor
of a neat, white-washed mission house. Amongst the congregation is a tall native, with
a thick cane, keeping silence by tapping the heads of the inattentive. The preacher is
eloquent and energetic in gesture; but Fiji is hardly a pretty language to listen to, being
decidedly characterised by queer guttural sounds, and spoken very fast. The sermon over,
a hymn is read out and sung to a rather monotonous dirge-like chant, and the congregation
disperse. We are at once surrounded by an olive-skinned crowd; the ladies’ dresses are
minutely examined, for a white lady has scarcely been seen in Kandavu before the present
year. The gentlemen have to display their watches and chains, and by means of shouting and
signs every one is soon carrying on a vigorous conversation. Why is it that one always elevates
the voice when trying to make one’s native tongue intelligible to a foreigner?
We wander away into the bush, and are soon lost in a wilderness of ferns, creepers,
bananas, cocoa-palms, and chestnut-trees. We meet with a young native, and make signs to
him that we are thirsty, and wish to refresh ourselves with the juice of a green cocoa-nut.
Clutching the trunk with both hands, he almost runs up a palm, and our wants are soon
plentifully supplied. He receives his
douceur with apparent nonchalance, and proceeds to tie
it up in a corner of his sulu with a fibre of banana bark.
Monday morning breaks fine and clear, and our slumbers are early disturbed by the
chattering of a hundred natives, a whole squadron of whose fruit-laden canoes are alongside
the steamer. Queer crank-looking craft are these, roughly dug out of the trunk of a tree,
and kept steady on the water by an outrigger consisting of a log half the length of the canoe,
attached to it amidships by a few light poles projecting some four or five feet from its side.
They are usually propelled by means of a long oar worked between the poles, after the fashion
of sculling a boat from the stern; but sometimes we see the ordinary short paddle being plied
at bow and stern. Some of the larger craft hoist a large long sail, but they do not seem very
weatherly under canvas, which they use but little compared with the Society Islanders.
The scene on deck is amusing enough. Forward, fifty natives, their olive skins blackened
and begrimed with dust, are hard at work replenishing the coal bunkers from the hold, and
thoroughly earning their shilling a day; on the poop as many more, laden with lemons, huge
bunches of bananas, cocoa-nuts, shells, coral, matting, tappa—a soft, white fabric, called by
the natives
marse
—and a few clubs and other weapons, are driving a brisk trade with the
passengers. Everything is to be had for a shilling. Shillin
is the only English word
that all the natives understand; in fact, this useful coin seems to be the almighty dollar
of
Kandavu. You take a lemon, and ask, How much?
Shillin
is the reply; but you can
obtain the man’s whole stock of sixty, basket and all, for the same money!
Our next stopping place is one of particular interest to the British colonist. New Zealand, albeit one of the youngest, is now among the most promising of England’s outposts. Auckland, in the North Island, is the port at which the steamers touch. The harbour is very fine, and residents compare it to the Bay of Naples.
Every schoolboy knows that New Zealand includes two large and one small island,
respectively known as North, Middle, and Stewart’s Island. One great feature of the
coast line consists of its indentations; the colony is rich in fine natural harbours and ports.
The area of the islands is nearly as great as that of Britain and Ireland combined,
and about half of that area consists of excellent soil. The climate is that of England, with a
difference: there are many more fine days, while winter is not so cold by half. The islands are
volcanic; on the North Island, Mount Ruapahu, a perpetually snow-capped peak, rises to a
height of 9,000 feet, while in the same range, the Tongariro mountain, an active volcano, rises
to a height of 6,000 feet. The highest mountain range is on the Middle Island, where Mount
Cook rises to a height of 14,000 feet. One can understand that in such a country there should
be an abundance of evergreen forests of luxuriant growth. These are interspersed with charming
fern-clad slopes and treeless grassy plains. Water is everywhere found; but none of the
rivers are navigable by large vessels for more than fifty miles or so. One great advantage
found in the country is the absence of noxious reptiles or insects: of the latter there is not one
as offensive as an English wasp. The pigs, introduced by Captain Cook, run wild over the
island, and there is plenty of large and small game: the red and fallow deer, the pheasant,
partridge, and quail. Everything that grows in England will thrive there, while the
vine, maize, taro, and sweet potato grow in many districts. A travellerThe Rambles of a Globe Trotter.
Mines here, like everywhere else, are now dull. At one time there
This somewhat random statement may be taken cum grano salis,
as the gold-fields have yielded largely at times. Nevertheless, mining is always more or less
a lottery.
Mr. Anthony Trollope testifies to the intense British feeling in New Zealand, where he
felt thoroughly at home. Australia he found tinged with a form of boasting Yankeeism.
The New Zealander,
says he,Australia and New Zealand.
among John Bulls is the most John Bullish. He admits
the supremacy of England to every place in the world, only he is more English than any
Englishman at home.
Discovered by Tasman in 1642, England only commenced to take an interest in the
islands more than a century and a quarter later, when Cook surveyed the coasts. The
missionaries came first, in 1814, and a British Resident was appointed in 1833. All this time
a desultory colonisation was going on, and the natives were selling parcels of their best lands
for a few cast-iron hatchets or muskets, shoddy blankets, or rubbishy trinkets. In 1840 a
Lieutenant-Governor was appointed from home, and his presence was indeed necessary. The
previous year a corporation, calling itself the New Zealand Company, had made pretended
purchases of tracts of the best parts of the country, amounting to one-third of its whole area!
The unscrupulous and defiant manner in which this company treated the natives and
the Government brought about many complications, and led to very serious wars with
natives not to be trifled with. The New Zealand Company was bought out
by the Government
in 1852 for £268,000. During 1843-7, and in 1861 and after, England had to fight the
Maories—foes that she learned to respect. At last, weary of war, all our troops were withdrawn,
and the colonists, who of course knew the bush and bush life better than nine-tenths of
the soldiers, were left to defend their homes and property, and in the end to successfully finish
the fight. The natives now are generally peaceful and subdued, while many are even turning
their attention to agriculture and commerce. Nine years ago they numbered 37,500, but are
fast dying out.
Physically and intellectually, the Maories are the finest semi-savage natives on the face of
the earth. Mr. Trollope is an author and traveller whose words carry weight, and he has
given us the following concise summary of their qualities and character:—They are,
says
he, an active people, the men averaging 5 feet 6½ inches in height, and are almost equal in
strength and weight to Englishmen. In their former condition they wore matting; now they
wear European clothes. Formerly they pulled out their beards, and every New Zealander of
mark was tattooed; now they wear beards, and the young men are not tattooed.
Their hair is black and coarse, but not woolly like a negro’s, or black like a
Hindoo’s. The nose is almost always broad and the mouth large. In other respects their
features are not unlike those of the European race. The men, to my eyes, were better-looking
than the women, and the men who were tattooed better-looking than those who had dropped
the custom. The women still retain the old custom of tattooing the upper lip. The Maories
had a mythology of their own, and believed in a future existence; but they did not recognise
I do not think that human beings were slaughtered for food in New Zealand, although
there is no doubt that the banquet when prepared was enjoyed with a horrid relish.
I will quote a passage from Dr. Thompson’s work in reference to the practice of
cannibalism, and will then have done with the subject.
Whether or not cannibalism
commenced immediately after the advent of the New Zealanders from Hawaiki, it is nevertheless
certain that one of Tasman’s sailors was eaten in 1642; that Captain Cook had a boat’s
crew eaten in 1774; that Marion de Fresne and many other navigators met this horrible end;
and that the pioneers of civilisation and successive missionaries have all borne testimony to the
universal prevalence of cannibalism in New Zealand up to the year 1840. It is impossible to
state how many New Zealanders were annually devoured; that the number was not small may
be inferred from two facts authenticated by European witnesses. In 1822, Hougi’s army ate
three hundred persons after the capture of Totara, on the River Thames, and in 1836, during
the Rotura war, sixty beings were cooked and eaten in two days.
I will add from the same
book a translation of a portion of a war-song:—Oh, my little son, are you crying? are you
screaming for your food? Here it is for you, the flesh of Hekemanu and Werata. Although
I am surfeited with the soft brains of Putu Rikiriki and Raukauri, yet such is my hatred that
I will fill myself fuller with those of Pau, of Ngaraunga, of Pipi, and with my most dainty
morsel, the flesh of the hated Teao.
Mr. Laird testifies to their cleanliness, but states that they are, like most savages, and for that matter, most white men, very improvident. If a bad potato or other crop occurred, they would eat it all at once, and half starve afterwards.
The same author tells a good story of the nonchalance of a leading Maori chief who
was invited to dinner at Government House during the visit of H.R.H. the Duke of
Edinburgh. After dinner the Duke’s chief bagpiper came in and played. The chief was
asked how he liked the music. He replied briefly: Too much noise for me; but suit
white man well enough.
And now we are approaching that great continent which has had, has, and will increasingly have, so much interest for the emigrant, who must be, more or less, a voyager and man of the sea. Australia, a country nearly as large as the United States, must be for many a day to come a very Paradise for the poor man.
The American steamers from San Francisco land one at Sydney, of which charming place
Mr. Trollope says:—I despair of being able to convey to my readers my own idea
of the beauty of Sydney Harbour;
he considers that it excels Dublin Bay, Spezzia, and
It was
shown,
says he, how the whole harbour and city were commanded by these guns.
There were open batteries and casemated batteries, shell-rooms and gunpowder magazines,
New South Wales and Victoria have about
8,000 volunteers and a training-ship for sailor boys; while an enormous monitor, the
they
could not possibly get across the trenches, or break the boom, or escape the
torpedoes, or live for an hour beneath the blaze of the guns. They
would not have a
chance to get at Sydney. There was much martial ardour, and a very general opinion
that they
would have the worst of it.
[Illustration: VIEW IN COLLINS STREET, MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA.]
Of Melbourne, Victoria, mention has already been made. There are many cities with
larger populations, but few have ever attained so great a size with such rapidity. Though
it owes nothing to natural surroundings, the internal appearance of the city is,
Mr.
Trollope assures us, certainly magnificent.
It is built on the Philadelphian rectangular
plan; it is the width of the streets which give the city a fine appearance, together with
the devotion of large spaces within the limits for public gardens. One cannot walk
about Melbourne without being struck by all that has been done for the welfare of the
people generally. There is no squalor to be seen—though there are quarters of the town
in which the people no doubt are squalid.... But he who would see such misery
in Melbourne must search for it specially.
There are no workhouses; their place is
supplied in the colony of Victoria generally by Benevolent Asylums.
In Melbourne
about 12,000 poor are relieved yearly, some using the institution there as a temporary,
and others as a permanent place of refuge. These places are chiefly, but not entirely,
supported by Government aid. Could a pauper,
says Trollope, be suddenly removed
out of an English union workhouse into the Melbourne Benevolent Asylum, he might
probably think that he had migrated to Buckingham Palace,
so well are the inmates fed
and cared for. There are no workhouses proper in any part of Australia, and the charity
bestowed on these asylums is not given painfully or sparingly.
The wideness of the streets, however, and grandeur of general dimensions, have their drawbacks, among which the time consumed in reaching distant parts of the city counts first. Melbourne has a fine and entirely free Public Library and a University, as, indeed, has Sydney. Melbourne is the centre of a system of railways, and the well-to-do people all live out of town; in the south and east of the city there are miles of villas and mansions.
Mr. Trollope says:—There is perhaps no town in the world in which an ordinary
working man can do better for himself and for his family with his work than he can at
Melbourne.
The rates of wages for mechanics are slightly greater than at home, and all
the necessaries of life are cheaper. With meat at 4d. per pound, butter from 6d.
upwards, bread, tea, and coffee about the same prices or rather under, coals the same
or a trifle higher, potatoes, vegetables, and fruits generally considerably cheaper, all can live
well and plentifully. Meat three times a day is common all over Australia, and in
some parts the price is as low as 1½d. or 2d. per pound. Wages for good mechanics and
artisans average about 10s. a day; gardeners receive about 50s., and labourers about 30s.
per week; men-servants, in the house, £40 to £50 per annum; cooks, £35 to £45 per year;
girls, as housemaids, &c., 8s. or 10s. per week. It is usual to hire the last named by this
In the country sheep-shearers can earn 7s. to 14s. per day for about four months in
the year; shepherds, £30 to £40 per year, with rations. The common labourer can count on
15s. to 20s. per week, with rations: these consist generally of 14 lbs. meat (usually mutton),
8 lbs. flour, 2 lbs. sugar, and a quarter of a pound of tea. Of course, where fruit or vegetables
are plentiful they would be added. The meat, bread, and tea diet, however, is that
characteristic of the whole country. In the great sheep runs and cattle ranges
Mr. Trollope advises the poor man to save for three or four years, and then invest in
land, which in some places is to be had at 3s. 9d. an acre, payable to the Government in
five instalments of ninepence per acre. Of course, he would require money for the erection of
a house, farm implements, &c. The great trouble with most men working in the bush as
shepherds or shearers, or at the mines, or elsewhere at distant points, is that the enforced
absence from civilisation and social life makes them inclined for reckless living when they have
accumulated a sum of money. The tavern-keepers of the nearest town or station reap all the
benefit, and there are numbers of men who, for ten or eleven months of the year perfectly
steady and sober, periodically give themselves up to drink until their earnings are melted, it
is called knocking down
one’s cheque, and it is a common practice for them to hand such
cheque to the publican, who lets them run on recklessly in drink and food until he considers it
exhausted. A good story is told by Mr. Trollope of a man who had been accustomed to do this
at regular intervals, but who on one occasion, having some loose silver, planted
his cheque
in an old tree, and proceeded to the usual haunt, where he set to work deliberately to
get drunk. The publican showed evident doubt as to the propriety of supplying him
freely. Why had not the man brought his cheque as usual? The tavern-keeper at last put
him to bed; but the man, though drugged and stupefied, had his wits about him sufficiently
to observe and remember that the host had examined his clothes, his hat, and boots, for
the lacking cheque. Next morning he was ignominiously expelled from the house, but he
didn’t mind: the cheque was found by him safely in the tree by the roadside, and he surprised
his master by returning to the station a week or two before he was expected richer than he
had ever come home before. Let us hope he was cured of that form of folly for ever.
The gold yield of Australia for the twenty years between 1851 and 1871 was 50,750,000 ozs. But gold-fields die out sooner than most mines, and Australia has a more permanent source of prosperity for the future in its coal and iron-fields, which are in close proximity to each other. The coal is already worked to great profit, and is one of the principal steamship fuels of the Pacific.
The steamship route homeward from Australia is that by the Indian Ocean (usually
touching at Ceylon), then reaching the Mediterranean viâ the Red Sea and Suez Canal.
These points of interest have already been fully described in early chapters of this work.
Poets’ Opinions on Early Navigation—Who was the First Female Navigator?—Noah’s Voyage—A Thrilling Tale—A Strained
Vessel—A Furious Gale—A Birth at Sea—The Ship Doomed—Ladies and Children in an Open Boat—Drunken Sailors—Semi-starvation,
Cold, and Wet—Exposed to the Tropical Sun—Death of a Poor Baby—Sharks about—A Thievish Sailor—Proposed
Cannibalism—A Sail!—The Ship passes by—Despair—Saved at Last—Experiences of a Yachtswoman—Nearly
Swamped and Carried Away—An Abandoned Ship—The
Hearts sure of brass they had who tempted first
Rude seas that spare not what themselves have nursed.
So sings Waller, and his words are only the repetition of a sentiment much more grandly
expressed by Horace, who wrote now near two thousand years ago:—Surely oak and threefold
brass surrounded his heart who first trusted a frail vessel to the merciless ocean.
And
once more, just to show the unanimity of the poets on this point, Dr. Watts has said:—
It was a brave attempt! advent’rous he
Who in the first ship broke the unknown sea.
Now, if all this is said of man, what shall be said of the woman who first trusted herself
on the great deep? Who was she? It would be most difficult to satisfactorily answer this
question, but there can be no doubt that Noah’s wife, and the three wives of his sons,
whose voyage and enforced residence in the ark lasted no less than twelve months and three
daysIn the six hundredth year of Noah’s life, in the
second month, the seventeenth day of the month, the same day were all the fountains of the great deep broken up,
and the windows of heaven were opened.
—Chap. vii., verse 11.
And it came to pass in the six hundredth and first year, in the first month, the first day of the month, the
waters were dried up from off the earth: and Noah removed the covering of the ark, and looked, and, behold, the
face of the ground was dry.
And in the second month, on the seven and twentieth day of the month, was the earth dried.
—Chap. viii.,
verses 13 and 14.
These pages have already presented episodes in the lives of many seafaring ladies, but
till now no chapter has been specially devoted to the subject. In these days of general travel
ladies make, as we have often seen, long voyages to and from far distant parts. One of them,
some nineteen years ago, underwent the horrors of shipwreck, and her subsequent sufferings
were admirably told by her under the title of Ten Terrible Days.
The account, which
should be read in its entirety, is here, for obvious reasons, considerably condensed.
One day late in the year 1861 a grain-laden vessel, a fine clipper, might have been seen
slowly and gracefully sailing out of the noble bay of San Francisco. On her as passengers
were two or three ladies with children, among them Mrs. William Murray, the authoress,
who had been recommended to take the long voyage home in a roving clipper, in preference
to taking a passage in the over-crowded steamers running to Panama and New York.
Let her open the story. The sun,
says she, was shining as it always does in California,
The dreaded Horn had been easily rounded in good weather, and on the evening of January 4th, 1862, they had been eighty-six days out; in ten more they expected to be in England. The sailors had predicted a stormy night, and a terrific gale followed closely on that prophecy. The wind increased in fury, and the ship rolled till those on board were often thrown from their feet. That night a child was born on board, and the kindly lady passengers did all in their power for the poor mother.
At dawn,
says Mrs. Murray, taking my little girl by the hand, I went on deck. The
storm had in some measure abated, but the sea looked black and sullen, and the swell of the
vast heavy waves seemed to mock our frailty. The sailors had been up all night, and were
We were then each provided with a large bag made of sailcloth, and were advised by the
captain to fill it with the warmest articles of clothing we possessed.
All my worldly possessions were on board, comprising many memorials of dear friends,
portraits of loved ones I shall never see again, and my money loss I knew would be no trifle.
In perfect bewilderment I looked round, and filled my bag with stockings and a couple of
warm shawls. On the top of a box I saw a little parcel that had been entrusted to me by a
lady in California to deliver to her mother in Liverpool. I put that in my bag, and she got
it.... There had been no thought of removing the breakfast, and with the rolling of the
ship, which was every moment becoming worse, everything had fallen on the floor, and was
dashing about in all directions. Boxes, water-jugs, plates, dishes, chairs, glasses, were pitching
from one end of the saloon to the other. Children screaming, sailors shouting and cursing,
and loud above all there was the creaking of timbers, and the sullen sound of water fast gaining
upon us in the hold of the ship, which groaned and laboured like a living thing in agony.
How the ridiculous will intrude even at such times is shown in the following. A little boy was discovered helping himself out of the medicine-chest, particularly busy with the contents of a broken calomel bottle! Lamp-oil served as an emetic in this emergency, and the youngster’s life was saved. And now the first mate, upon whose decision and firmness much depended, having lost his presence of mind, had drunk deeply of whisky. He was intoxicated, and so, too, were many of the sailors, who had followed his example. The captain, meantime, had been busily employed in ordering out food and water to supply the boats, collecting the ship’s papers, &c. The lowering of the boats he had entrusted to his officers. On hearing of the drunkenness on deck, his first thought was to get the women and children off at once, for should the sailors seize the boats, what would become of them? Two boats had already been smashed whilst lowering them into the sea, and there were only two remaining. Forty-seven people to cram into two frail boats, fifteen hundred miles from land: delicately-nurtured women, helpless children, drunken and desperate men.
[Illustration: THE PASSENGERS WERE LET DOWN BY ROPES
(p. 58).]
By the help of the most sober of the sailors, the captain’s own boat was lowered;
some small mattresses, pillows, blankets, a cask of water, sacks of biscuit, and nautical
instruments, were first put in; then the passengers were let down by ropes. It seems
marvellous,
says Mrs. Murray, when I think of it now, that in our descent we were
not dashed to pieces against the ship’s side. We had to wait for each descent a favourable
moment while she was leaning over. Then the word of command was given, and we were
slung down like sheep. My heart stood still whilst my little one was going down, and
then I followed. It was a terrible sight for a woman to see that poor creature whose
baby was born the night before, looking like a corpse in a long dressing-gown of white
At last they were all in the boat: four women, five children, the second mate, and sixteen sailors. The captain stayed on the ship, providing for the safety of the drunken creatures who could not take care of themselves, and then he came off. How small the boat looked by the side of the tall ship! And they had to get quickly out of her reach, for she was rolling so heavily that the waters near her boiled up like a maelström.
Away they drifted, a mere speck upon the ocean. Before night there came a storm
of thunder, lightning, wind, and rain, that lasted through the darkness, and by which they
were drenched through and through. I sat up,
says the narrator, for some twelve or
fourteen hours on a narrow plank, with my child in my arms, utterly miserable, cold,
and hopeless, soaked to the skin, blinded by the salt spray, my face and hands smarting
intolerably with the unusual exposure.
During the storm and confusion the greater part of their biscuit had been soaked
with salt water, and made useless. It was also discovered that the food collected for the
captain’s boat had been thrown by mistake into the other, therefore it was necessary at once
to put them on allowance: half a pint of water and half a biscuit a day to each person.
Except the biscuit, there were only a few small tins of preserved strawberries and Indian
corn, and these were given to the ladies. How the poor children cried with hunger as
the days dragged on!
The boat leaked from the beginning, and the sailors by turns baled the water out in little cans. Exposed to the glare of a tropical sun for hours together, nearly mad with thirst, bearing her child in her weak arms, for she was too much exhausted to stand, Mrs. Murray says that often she would sit for hours without any thought at all, vacantly gazing on the ocean.
We had,
says she, three days of dead calm. The sun glared down upon us
pitilessly, and I thought how pleasant it would be to throw myself into the sea, and sink
calmly to death beneath its waves. I lost all wish to live—for life seemed horrible. I
cannot describe the days as they passed separately, one by one; when I look back upon
them, they all seem to have been one misery. I remember that on the third day out
poor Kitty’s baby died—indeed, it had been dying from the first. It never had a chance
of living, for it had no fit attention and no sustenance. The poor mother cried bitterly
when at last it became cold on her bosom, but its death was a merciful release. Wrapped
in a shawl of bright colours, it was thrown overboard, but was so light that it could not
sink, and floated for hours on a sea so calm in the hot sun that scarce a ripple could be
seen. At last it disappeared suddenly, the prey of some hungry shark, and when
afterwards the horrid monsters crowded round our boat they added to our misery.
Hitherto the children had been plunged into the sea every morning to preserve them in
health, but we dared not continue this practice with those horrid creatures on our lee....
I must not forget one incident, trifling in itself, but which might have caused the
death of one of the sailors. On the day of the wreck I had caused two or three bottles of
ale and one of claret to be put in the boat, thinking it might be of great use to us.
On the third or fourth night out, when we were shivering helplessly after a drenching
The rage of the captain
was awful, and but for the intercession of the ladies, he swore that he would have thrown
the man overboard.
It was on the morning of the tenth day that the frightful thought of eating the
children came into the heads of three or four desperate men, and the captain and a few
trustworthy companions had made up their minds to slay the would-be murderers that very
night in their sleep. The last and fatal hour of their great agony seemed to be come.
On the morning of the tenth day a sail was reported, and a white towel hoisted to
attract her attention. She came near enough for the captain to make out that she
carried the Hamburg flag, and then passed by on the other side.
Curses loud and
deep came from the sailors’ lips. Then the women looked into each other’s faces and
the children cried, and the wolfish eyes of the would-be cannibals were again fixed upon
them.
But Heaven was merciful, and again a sail was reported. Nearer and nearer she
came, faster rowed the hungry sailors, when there rose a wild shout, She has stopped!
and surely there she was at rest in the water, waiting to see what manner of beings they
were. Row faster, my men, and keep down the women and children,
sang out the
Oh, what a lovely afternoon,
says Mrs. Murray, that was when we were saved—such
a blaze of sunshine, such blue skies, such a glistening, glowing sea, as if even the
treacherous ocean were rejoicing with us. At length we were close alongside of the
ship, and saw crowds of human beings clustering about to look at us—dark, swarthy faces,
for they were all Spaniards, but full of pity, wonderment, and horror. They took us all
in, one by one, and when they saw the women and little children they wept. They
could not speak our language, and looked upon us with bewilderment, but when I (who
fortunately could speak Spanish), kneeling down on deck, said
Gracias a Dios
(Thank
God), their tongues were loosened, and there was a flood of questions and crowding round
us, with weeping and laughing and shaking of hands. How good were those kind-hearted
men! How I thank them all, every one, now as I write, from the worthy captain down
to the lowest of his crew. And they brought us bread and wine and water—precious
water, how good it was!
A few of Mrs. Brassey’s experiences on her husband’s yacht will be read with interest.
One day, after their five o’clock dinner, she and some of her children very nearly met with a
most serious accident. We were all sitting,
writes that lady, or standing about the stern
of the vessel, admiring the magnificent dark blue billows following us, with their curling white
crests mountains high. Each wave, as it approached, appeared as if it must overwhelm us,
instead of which it rushed grandly by, rolling and shaking us from stem to stern, and
sending fountains of spray on board.... A new hand was steering, and just at the
moment when an unusually big wave overtook us he unfortunately allowed the vessel to
broach to a little. In a second the sea came pouring over the stern, above Allnut’s head.
The boy was nearly washed overboard, but he managed to catch hold of the rail, and
with great presence of mind stuck his knees into the bulwarks. Kindred, our boatswain,
seeing his danger, rushed forward to save him, but was knocked down by the
return wave, from which he emerged gasping.
The coil of rope on which Captain Lecky and Mabelle were seated was completely
floated by the sea. Providentially, however, he had taken a double turn round his wrist
with a reefing point, and, throwing his other arm round Mabelle, held on like grim death;
otherwise, nothing could have saved them. She was perfectly self-possessed, and only said
quietly,
Hold on, Captain Lecky, hold on!
to which he replied, All right.
I asked
her afterwards if she thought she was going overboard, and she answered, I did not
Captain Lecky, being accustomed to
very large ships, had not in the least realised how near we were to the water in our
little vessel, and was proportionately taken by surprise. All the rest of the party
were drenched, with the exception of Muriel, whom Captain Brown held high above the
water in his arms, and who lost no time in remarking, in the midst of the general
confusion think at all, mamma, but felt sure we were gone.I’m not at all wet, I’m not!
Happily, the children don’t know what fear is.
The maids, however, were very frightened, as some of the sea had got down into the
nursery, and the skylights had to be screwed down. Our studding-sail-boom, too, broke
with a loud crack when the ship broached to, and the jaws of the fore-boom gave way.
Soon after this adventure we all went to bed, full of thankfulness that it had
ended as well as it did; but also not, so far as I am concerned, to rest in peace. In about
two hours I was awakened by a tremendous weight of water suddenly descending upon
me and flooding the bed. I immediately sprang out, only to find myself in another
pool on the floor. It was pitch dark, and I could not think what had happened; so I
rushed on deck, and found that, the weather having moderated a little, some kind
sailor, knowing my love of fresh air, had opened the skylight rather too soon, and
one of the angry waves had popped on board, deluging the cabin.
The When I went on deck, at half-past six, I found a
grey, steamy, calm morning, promising a very hot day, without wind.
About 10.30 a.m. the cry of
Sail on the port helm!
caused general excitement,
and in a few minutes every telescope and glass in the ship had been brought to bear upon
the object which attracted our attention, and which was soon pronounced to be a wreck.
Orders were given to starboard the helm and to steer direct for the vessel; and many were
the conjectures hazarded and the questions asked of the fortunate holders of glasses. What
is she?
Is there any one on board?
Does she look as if she had been long abandoned?
Soon we were near enough to send a boat’s crew on board, whilst we watched their movements
anxiously from the bridge. We could now read her name—the
We found the men rather excited over their discovery. The wine must have been very
new and very strong, for the smell from it as it slopped about all over the deck was almost
enough to intoxicate anybody. One pipe had already been emptied into the breakers and
barrels, and great efforts were made to get some of the casks out whole; but this was
found to be impossible, without devoting more time to the operation than we chose to spare.
The men managed to remove three half empty casks with their heads stove in, which they
threw overboard, but the full ones would have required special appliances to raise them
through the hatches. It proved exceedingly difficult to get at the wine, which was stowed
underneath the cork, and there was also a quantity of cabin bulkheads and fittings floating
about under the influence of the long swell of the Atlantic. It was a curious sight, standing
on the roof of the deck-house, to look into the hold, full of floating bales of cork,
barrels, and pieces of wood, and to watch the sea surging up in every direction through
and over the deck, which was level with the water’s edge. I saw an excellent modern iron
It would have
delayed them too long to tow her into port, or they might have recovered some £1,500 as
salvage, while to blow her up would have required more powder than they had on board.
So she was left helplessly drifting about, a danger to any vessel running into her full steam
or sail almost as great as a sunken rock.
Later, the owner of the Ship on fire!
These were followed by
the signal, Come on board at once,
and a boat’s crew was at once despatched to the
rescue. They were purposely well armed, and for the sufficient reason that there was little
sign of fire or smoke on board, and it was thought that there might be a mutiny on board.
In a few minutes the boat returned with the chief mate, a fine-looking Norwegian, who
reported his vessel the
One of woman’s noblest attributes is her readiness to help in the hour of need, and its
exercise has been by no means confined to the land. Late in 1879 the British India Steam
Navigation Company’s steamer passed
coal to the stoke-hole and worked hard at baling; many
ladies even volunteered to assist, and two American ladies acted as stewardesses and dispensed
coffee and provisions to the rest.
[Illustration: THE RESCUE FROM THE ST. LAWRENCE RIVER.]
How often of late years have female swimmers saved life? The case to be cited, and
tread
the water so as to get her to the shore, but in vain; the cold was so
intense that their legs were benumbed above the knees, and they gave themselves up for
lost. They remained in this perilous position for a considerable time, shouting loudly for
help till their throats were sore. Making a final effort, they shouted again, and this time
their cries were heard at the house of a Mr. Darling, who, with his family, resided close to
the shore. That gentleman was ill in bed, but his wife and daughters, Maggie and Jessie,
were at home, the men and boys being at work in the fields at a distance. On hearing the
last painful shout of the drowning men, they quickly opened the door, to see them struggling
in the great river—a stream the width and volume of which surpass anything in Europe.
The first suggestion from the mother was to fetch the men from the fields, but before this
could be done brave Maggie and Jessie—the latter a girl of sixteen years—had, without
a word, launched the skiff, and were rowing with all their strength through the troubled
waters and driving storm. They had the greatest difficulty in reaching the exhausted and
helpless men, but at last their noble effort was rewarded, and in ten minutes the poor fellows
were being chafed and warmed by their father’s fire. Brave Maggie and Jessie! worthy successors,
indeed, to your namesake, the heroine of the Longstone Light!
The story of Grace Darling must be familiar to our readers. The circumstances which called forth her courage and humanity were as follow:—
The
Then some leaped overboard with dreadful yell,
And strives to strangle him before he die.
A moment or two after the first shock, another great sea struck her, raising her high
in the air and then bringing her down with a terrific crash on the jagged reef, and with
a shock so tremendous that she literally broke in two. The whole of the upper part of
the vessel, including the chief cabin, filled with passengers, was swept away, and sank
almost immediately. Every soul on that part of the vessel was engulfed in an ocean
grave. Good George Herbert says truly, He that will learn to pray, let him go to sea.
The fore part of the vessel remained spitted on a rocky projection; and had the
Grace Darling’s name and fame are historic; she lived but a short time after the tragic event just recorded, but long enough to receive the honours due to her for an act of unparalleled heroism, even receiving the acknowledgments of the Queen and a handsome sum of money from the public.
She who amid the tempest shone,
The angel of the wave,
was not, as might be supposed, a robust girl, but, on the contrary, quite delicate. Her spirit peacefully passed away a few months after the event above recorded.
Clarence’s Dream—Davy Jones’s Locker—Origin of the Term—Treasures of the Ocean—Pearl Fishing—Mother o’ Pearl—Formation
of Pearls—Art and Nature Combined—The Fisheries—The Divers and their modus operandi—Dangers
of the Trade—Gambling with Oysters—Noted Pearls—Cleopatra’s Costly Draught—Scottish Pearls very Valuable—Coral—Its
Place in Nature—The Fisheries—Hard Work and Poor Pay—The Apparatus Used—Coral Atolls—Darwin’s
Investigations—Theories and Facts—Characteristics of the Reefs—Beauty of the Submarine Forests—Victorious
Polyps—The Sponge a Marine Animal—The Fisheries—Harpooning and Diving—Value of Sponges.
And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered there.
So dreamed Clarence on a memorable night, and, indeed, what treasures, known and unknown, must not the ocean cover!
The well-known term which forms the heading of this chapter, with its popularly-understood
meaning, is familiar to every schoolboy, yet its origin is most obscure. Mr.
Pinkerton, an ingenious correspondent of that valuable medium of inquiry, Notes and
Queries,I
have arrived at the conclusion that the phrase is derived from the Scriptural account
of the prophet Jonah. The word
locker, on board ship, generally means the place
where any particular thing is retained or kept, as the bread locker,
shot locker,
&c. In
the ode in the second chapter of the Book of Jonah, we find that the prophet, praying
for deliverance, describes his situation in the following words:—In the midst of the seas;
and the floods compassed me about; the depth closed me round about; the earth with her
bars was about me.
The sea, then, might not misappropriately be termed by a rude mariner Jonah’s
locker: that is, the place where Jonah was kept or confined. Jonah’s locker, in time,
might readily be corrupted to
Jones’s locker, and Davy, as a very common Welsh
accompaniment of the equally Welsh name Jones, added; the true derivation of the
phrase having been forgotten.
However this may be, it is of the hidden treasures of the ocean locker and its
explorers we would now speak. And first let us take a glance at the pearl, coral, and
sponge fisheries,
The pearl oyster (Meleagrina margaritifera) is the most valuable and interesting of
all the nacre (mother-of-pearl) bearing shells. The shell is nearly round, and greenish in
colour on the outside; it furnishes at once the finest pearls, under favourable circumstances,
and the nacre so useful in many industrial arts. Fine pearl and nacre have,
in short, the same origin. The nacre invests the whole interior of the shell, being the
same secretion which, in the pearl, has assumed the globular form; in one state it is
deposited as nacre on the walls of the bivalve, in the other as a pearl in the fleshy
interior of the animal. Between nacre and pearls, therefore, there is only the difference
of the form of the deposition. The finest pearls—solidified drops of dew,
as the
Orientals poetically term them—are secretions of nacrous material spread over foreign
bodies which have accidentally got beneath the mantle of the mollusc. The animal,
if irritated by the intrusion of only a grain of sand, and being unable to remove it,
covers it with a natural secretion, and the pearl gradually grows in size. Almost
invariably some foreign body is found in their centre, if broken, which has served as
a nucleus to this concretion, the body being, perhaps, a sterile egg of the mollusc,
the egg of a fish, or a grain of sand, round which has been deposited in concentric
layers the beautiful and much prized gem.
The Chinese and other Eastern nations turn this fact in the natural history of this bivalve to practical use in making pearls and cameos. By introducing into the mantle of the mollusc, or into the interior of its body, a round grain of sand, glass, or metal, they induce a deposit which in time yields a pearl, in the one case free, and in the other adhering to the shell.
Pearls are sometimes produced in whole chaplets by the insertion of grains of quartz
connected by a string into the mantle of a species of Meleagrina; in other cases, a dozen
enamelled figures of Buddha seated have been produced by inserting small plates of
embossed metal in the valves of the same species. The pearls are very naturally
small at first, but increase by the annual layers deposited on the original nucleus, their
brilliancy and shade of colour varying with that of the nacre from which they are produced.
Sometimes they are diaphanous, silky, lustrous, and more or less iridescent;
occasionally they turn out dull, obscure, and even smoky.
The pearl oyster is met with in very different latitudes. They are found in the Persian Gulf, on the Arabian coast, and in Japan, in the American seas, and in the islands of the South Sea; but the most important fisheries are found in the Bay of Bengal, Ceylon, and other parts of the Indian Ocean. The Ceylon fisheries are under Government inspection, and each year, before the fisheries commence, an official inspection of the coast takes place. Sometimes the fishing is undertaken on account of the State, at other times it is let to parties of speculators. In 1804 the pearl fishery was granted to a capitalist for £120,000; but, to avoid impoverishing all the beds at once, the same part of the gulf is not fished every year; and, indeed, sometimes the oysters disappoint the scientists and practical finders by migrating.
[Illustration: PEARL OYSTER (Meleagrina margaritifera).]
The great fishery for mother-o’-pearl takes place in the Gulf of Manaar, a large
bay to the north-east of Ceylon. It occupies 250 boats, which come from different
parts of the coast; they reach the ground at daybreak, the time being indicated by
Some of the oysters are taken in sealed-up sacks to Colombo, Kandy, and other inland
places, in order to enable people to indulge their love of gambling and speculation.
Sir Emerson Tennant tells us that the depleted pearl oyster-shells of the Condatchy
fisheries, which date back two thousand years, form an immense bank on the beach,
extending for miles. In past times the Ceylon fisheries were more valuable than at
present. In 1797 they are said to have produced £144,000, and in 1798 as much as
£192,000. In 1802 the fisheries were farmed for £120,000; but for many years the
banks have been less productive, and are now said to yield only the sum of £20,000
per annum.
[Illustration: DIVING FOR PEARLS.]
The natives of the Bay of Bengal, those of the Chinese coast, of Japan, and the Indian Archipelago, all devote themselves to the pearl fishery, the produce being estimated to realise at least £800,000. Fisheries analogous to those of Ceylon take place on the Persian coast, on the Arabian Gulf, along the coast of Muscat, and in the Red Sea. Arrived on their fishing-ground, the fishermen of the Red Sea range their barques at a proper distance from each other, and cast anchor in water from eight to nine fathoms deep. The process is pursued here in a very simple manner. When about to descend, the divers pass a cord, the extremity of which communicates with a bell placed in the barque, under the armpits; they put cotton in their ears, and press the nostrils together with a piece of wood or horn; they close their mouths hermetically, attach a heavy stone to their feet, and at once sink to the bottom of the sea, where they gather indiscriminately all shells within their reach, which they throw into a bag suspended round their haunches. When they require to breathe they sound the bell, and immediately they are assisted in their ascent. On the oyster-banks off the isle of Bahrein the pearl fishery produces about £240,000; and if we add to this the product of the other fisheries in the neighbourhood, the sum total yielded by the Arabian coast would probably not fall short of £350,000. In South America similar fisheries exist. Before the Mexican conquest the pearl fisheries were located between Acapulco and the Gulf of Tchuantepic; subsequently they were established round the islands of Cubagua, Margarita, and Panama. The results became so full of promise that populous cities were not slow to raise themselves round these several places. Under the reign of Charles V. America sent to Spain pearls valued at £160,000; in the present day the annual yield is estimated to be worth £60,000.
Pearls form, of course, the most important product of the animal. When they are adherent to the valves they are detached with pincers; but as a rule they are found in the oyster’s soft tissues. In this case the substance is boiled, and afterwards sifted, in order to obtain the most minute of the pearls; for those of considerable size are sometimes overlooked in the first operation. Months after the mollusc is putrefied miserable Indians may be observed busying themselves with the corrupt mass, in search of small pearls which may have been overlooked by the workmen.
The pearls adherent to the valve are more or less irregular in their shape; they are sold by
virgin pearls. They
are globular, ovoid, or pyriform, and are sold by the individual pearl. In cleaning them, they
are gathered together in a heap in a bag, and worked with powdered nacre, in order to render
them perfectly pure in colour and round in shape, and give them a polish; finally, they are
passed through a series of copper sieves, in order to size them. These sieves, to the number of
a thousand, are made so as to be inserted one within the other, each being pierced with holes,
which determine the size of the pearl and the commercial number which is to distinguish it.
Thus, the sieve No. 20 is pierced with twenty holes, No. 50 with fifty holes, and so on up to No.
1,000, which is pierced with that number of holes. The pearls which are retained in Nos. 20
to 80, said to be mill, are pearls of the first order; those which pass and are retained between
Nos. 100 and 800 are vivadoe, or pearls of the second order; and those which pass through all
the others, and are retained in No. 1,000, belong to the class tool, or seed pearls, and are of the
third order. They are afterwards threaded; the small and medium-sized pearls on white or
blue silk, arranged in rows, and tied with ribbon into a top-knot of blue or red silk, in which
condition they are exposed for sale in rows, assorted according to their colours and quality.
The small or seed pearls are sold by measure or weight.
We cannot wonder at the estimation in which these beautiful productions of nature have
always been held. Our Lord speaks of a merchantman seeking goodly pearls,
and once of a
pearl of great price.
The ancients held them in great esteem. Ahasuerus had a chamber
with tapestry covered with valuable pearls. Julius Cæsar offered to Servilia, the mother of
Brutus, an Orient pearl,
valued at money representing a million sesterces;
In our own country Sir Thomas Gresham powdered up a pearl worth £65,000, in Queen
Elizabeth’s time, and drank it up à la Cleopatra, excepting only that he took it in wine instead
of in vinegar. It was done in vain-glory to outshine the Spanish ambassador, with whom he
had wagered to give a more expensive entertainment than he could.
Scottish pearls, which are slightly bluish in tint, were much celebrated in the Middle Ages, and were sent to London from the rivers Tay and Isla; the trade carried on in the present century, the Rev. Mr. Bertram tells us, has become of considerable importance.
The pearl, according to the same authority, is found in a variety of the mussel which is
characterised by the valves being united by a broad hinge. The pearl fisheries of Scotland,
he adds, may become a source of wealth to the people living on the large rivers, if prudently
conducted.
Mr. Unger, a dealer in gems in Edinburgh, having discerned the capabilities of
the Scotch pearl as a gem of value, has established a scale of prices which he gives for them,
according to their size and quality; and the beautiful pearls of our Scottish streams are now
admired beyond the Orient pearl. Empresses and queens, and royal and noble ladies, have
made large purchases of these gems. Mr. Unger estimates the sum paid to pearl-finders in the
summer of 1864 at £10,000. The localities successfully fished have been the classic Doon, the
Forth, the Tay, the Don, the Spey, the Isla, and most of the Highland rivers of note.
Passing on to another of ocean’s beautiful treasures, coral, it must be understood that the
valuable coral of commerce used for purposes of ornament has little in common with that
of the coral islands, while in a scientific point of view it does not come under the same classification
at all. The coral used in jewellery, carvings, and
ornaments belongs to the group Corallinæ, of the order
Gorgonidæ, while that of the reefs or islands belongs to the
large group of Madrepores.
[Illustration: CORAL.]
[Illustration: CORAL ISLAND.]
The coral was long considered a sea-plant, but what
was once taken for a flower is, in fact, a kind of polyp,
which lives in colonies. A branch of living coral is an
aggregation of animals united among themselves by a
common tissue, yet seemingly enjoying a separate existence.
The branch undoubtedly owes its origin to an egg, and
consists of two distinct parts—the one hard, brittle, and
stony; the other external, and soft and fleshy. The latter
is a united family of polyps, animals having feelers or
tentacles, and very sensitive, and further, possessing
generative or budding powers. The subject is, however,
of a nature too scientific to be fully treated here. The
Greeks called it a daughter of the sea,
and as in so many other things, they were right.
The fisheries are principally confined to the Mediterranean, and the fishing is conducted
mainly by sailors from Genoa, Leghorn, and Naples. It is so fatiguing that it is a common
saying in Italy that a
sailor obliged to go
to the coral fishery
must either be a thief
or an assassin. The
saying conveys a good
idea enough of the
occupation. The best
men can only earn
four to six hundred
francs (£16 to £24)
in the season of six
months. They work
eighteen hours per
diem, and are allowed
very little more rations
than unlimited biscuit
and water. The barques sent to the fishing range from six to fifteen tons; they are strong,
and well adapted for the labour; their rig is a great lateen sail and a jib or staysail. The
stern is reserved for the capstan, the fishers, and the crew; the fore part of the vessel is
reserved for the requirements of the padrone or master.
The lines, wood, and irons employed in the coral fisheries are called the engine; it
consists of a cross of wood formed of two bars strongly lashed or bolted together at their
centre; below this a great stone is attached, which bears the lines, arranged in the form of a sac.
These lines have great meshes, loosely knotted together, resembling the well-known swab.
[Illustration: CORAL FISHING.]
The apparatus carries thirty of these sacs, which are intended to grapple all they come
in contact with at the bottom of the sea. They are spread out in all directions by the movement
of the boat. The coral is known to attach itself to the summit of a rock, and to
develop itself, forming banks there, and it is to these rocks that the swab attaches itself so
as to tear up the precious harvest. Experience, which in time becomes almost intuitive,
guides the Italian fisher in discovering the coral banks....
When the padrone thinks he has reached a coral bank, he throws his engine overboard.
As soon as the apparatus is fairly at the bottom the speed of the vessel is slacked,
The lines are finally brought home, tearing or breaking blocks of rock, sometimes
of enormous size, which are brought on board. The cross is now placed on the side
of the vessel, the lines are arranged on the deck, and the crew occupy themselves in
gathering the results of their labour. The coral is gathered together, the branches of
the precious alcyonarian are cleansed and divested of the shells and other parasitic
products which accompany them; finally, the produce is carried to and sold in the ports
of Messina, Naples, Genoa, or Leghorn, where the workers in jewellery purchase them.
Behold, fair reader, with what hard labour, fatigue, and peril, the elegant bijouterie with
which you are decked is torn from the deepest bed of the ocean.
Coral is worth from
as little as two or three shillings a ton to as high as £10 sterling per pound.
Although the corals of the so-called coral islands are merely good as curiosities, they
are very interesting in a scientific and artistic point of view. DarwinThe Origin of Species.
The earlier voyagers
fancied that the coral-building animals instinctively built up their great corals to afford
themselves protection in the inner parts; but so far is this from the truth, that those
massive kinds to whose growth on the exposed outer shores the very existence of the
reef depends cannot live within the lagoon, where other delicately-branching kinds
flourish.
Moreover, in this view, many species of distinct genera and families are
supposed to combine for one end; and of such a combination not a single instance can
be found in the whole of Nature. The theory that has been most generally received is
that atolls are based on submarine craters, but when the form and size of some of them are
considered this idea loses its plausible character. Thus, the Suadiva atoll is forty-four
geographical miles in diameter in one line by thirty-four in another; Rimsky is fifty-four
by twenty miles across; Bow atoll is thirty miles long, and, on an average, six miles broad.
This theory, moreover, is totally inapplicable to the Northern Maldivian atolls in the Indian
Ocean, one of which is eighty-eight miles in length, and between ten and twenty in
The various theories which had been propounded as to the existence of the coral
As
mountain after mountain and island after island slowly sank beneath the water,
he says,
fresh bases could be successively afforded for the growth of the corals. I venture to
defy any one to explain in any other manner how it is possible that numerous islands
should be distributed throughout vast areas, all the islands being low, all built of coral,
absolutely requiring a foundation within a limited depth below the surface.
Darwin’s description of the island of Cocos, or Keeling, is as follows:—The ring-formed
reef of the lagoon island is surmounted in the greater part of its length by linear
islets. On the northern or leeward side there is an opening through which vessels can
pass to the anchorage within. On entering, the scene was very curious and rather
pretty; its beauty, however, entirely depended on the brilliancy of the surrounding colours.
The shallow, clear, and still water of the lagoon, resting in its greater part on white
sand, is, when illuminated by a vertical sun, of the most vivid green. This brilliant
expanse, several miles in width, is on all sides divided, either by a line of snow-white
breakers from the dark heaving waters of the ocean, or from the blue vault of heaven
by the strips of land crowned by the level tops of the cocoa-nut tree. As a white cloud
here and there affords a pleasing contrast to the azure sky, so in the lagoon bands of
living coral darken the emerald-green water.
The next morning I went ashore on Direction Island. The strip of dry land is
only a few hundred yards in width; on the lagoon side there was a white calcareous beach,
the radiation from which, under this sultry climate, was very oppressive. On the outer
coast, a solid, broad, flat coral rock served to break the violence of the open sea.
Excepting near the lagoon, where there is some sand, the land is entirely composed of
rounded fragments of coral. In such a loose, dry, stony soil, the climate of the
intertropical regions alone could produce so vigorous a vegetation.
On some of the smaller islets nothing could be more elegant than the manner in
which the young and full-grown cocoa-nut trees, without destroying each other’s symmetry,
were mingled into one wood. A beach of glittering white sand formed a border to those
fairy spots.
Mrs. Brassey writes enthusiastically of some coral fields in the South Pacific. It is
really impossible to describe the beauty of the scene before us. Submarine coral forests of
every colour, studded with sea-flowers, anemones, and echinidæ, of a brilliancy only to be
seen in dreamland; shoals of the brightest and swiftest fish darting and flashing in and out;
At 5 p.m. we went for a row in the
Darwin speaks of the grandeur of the outer shore of these lagoon islands. He says:—There
is a simplicity in the barrier-like beach, the margin of green bushes and tall cocoa-nuts,
the solid flat of dead coral rock, strewed here and there with great loose fragments,
and the line of furious breakers all rounding away towards either hand. The ocean, throwing
its waters over the broad reef, appears an invincible, all-powerful enemy; yet we see it
resisted, and even conquered, by means which at first seem most weak and insufficient. It
is not that the ocean spares the rock of coral; the great fragments scattered over the reef
and heaped on the beach whence the tall cocoa-nut-trees spring plainly bespeak the unrelenting
power of the waves. Nor are any periods of repose granted; the long swell caused
by the gentle but steady action of the trade-winds, always blowing in one direction over a
wide area, causes breakers almost equalling in force those during a gale of wind in the temperate
regions, and which never cease to rage. It is impossible to behold these waves without
feeling a conviction that an island, though built of the hardest rock—let it be
porphyry, granite, or quartz—would ultimately yield and be demolished by such an irresistible
power. Yet these low, insignificant coral islets stand, and are victorious; for here
another power, as an antagonist, takes part in the contest. The organic forces separate the
atoms of carbonate of lime one by one from the foaming breakers, and unite them into a
symmetrical structure. Let the hurricane tear up its thousand huge fragments, yet what will
that tell against the accumulated labour of myriads of architects at work night and day,
month after month? Thus do we see the soft and gelatinous body of a polyp, through the
agency of the vital laws, conquering the great mechanical power of the waves of an ocean
which neither the art of man nor the inanimate works of nature could successfully resist.
The poet summed the matter rightly when he wrote:—
Millions of millions thus, from age to age,
Which out of water brought forth solid rock.
And now we arrive at the
last of the valuable fisheries in
which divers are concerned—that
of the sponge. The ancients
recognised the fact that the
sponge exhibited vitality, but
were rather undecided as to
whether it should be counted
animal or vegetable. Rondelet—the
friend of the celebrated
Rabelais, whom the merry curate
of Meudon designated under the
name of Rondibilis—himself a
physician and naturalist of
Montpellier, long promulgated
the idea that these productions
belonged to the vegetable kingdom.
Linnæus late in life
withdrew the sponges from among the vegetables, for he had satisfied himself, in short,
that they fairly belonged to the animal kingdom. Sponges live at the bottom of the sea in
from 500 to 1,250 fathoms of water, among the clefts and crevices of the rocks, always
adhering and attaching themselves, not only to inorganic bodies, but even growing on algæ
and animals, spreading, erect, or pendent, according to the body which supports them and
their natural habit.
Figuier tells us that all naturalists are now satisfied of the animal nature of sponges,
although they once were thought to represent the lowest and most obscure grade of
Several of them, however,
says Mr. Gosse, if viewed with a lens under water
while in a living state, display vigorous currents constantly pouring forth from certain
orifices, and we necessarily infer that the water thus ejected must be constantly taken in
through some other channel. On tearing the mass open, we see that the whole substance is
perforated in all directions by irregular canals leading into each other, of which some are
slender, and communicate with the surface by minute but numerous pores, and others are
wide, and open by ample orifices; through the former the water is admitted, through the
latter it is ejected.
[Illustration: SPONGE FISHING OFF THE COAST OF GREECE.]
At the present time sponge fishing takes place principally in the Grecian Archipelago and the Syrian coasts. The Greeks and Syrians sell the product of their fishing to the western nations, and the trade has been immensely extended in recent times. Fishing usually commences towards the beginning of June on the coast of Syria, and finishes at the end of October. But the months of July and August are peculiarly favourable to the sponge harvest, if we may use the term. Latakia furnishes about ten boats to the fishery, Batoum twenty, Tripoli twenty-five to thirty, Kalki fifty, Simi about 170 to 180, and Kalminos more than 200. The boat’s crew consists of four or five men, who scatter themselves along the coast for two or three miles, in search of sponges under the cliffs and ledges of rock. Sponges of inferior quality are gathered in shallow waters. The finer kinds are found only at a depth of from twenty to thirty fathoms. The first are fished for with three-toothed harpoons, by the aid of which they are torn from their native rock, but not without deteriorating them more or less. The finer kinds of sponges, on the other hand, are collected by divers; aided by a knife, they are carefully detached. Thus the price of a sponge brought up by diving is much more considerable than that of a harpooned sponge. Among divers, those of Kalminos and of Psara are particularly renowned. They will descend to the depth of twenty-five fathoms, remain down a shorter time than the Syrian divers, and yet bring up a more abundant harvest. The fishing of the Archipelago furnishes few fine sponges to commerce, but a great quantity of very common ones. The Syrian fisheries furnish many of the finer kinds, which find a ready market in France; they are of medium size. On the other hand, those which are furnished from the Barbary coast are of great dimensions, of a very fine tissue, and much sought for in England. Sponge fishing is carried on at various other stations in the Mediterranean, but without any intelligent direction, and in consequence it is effected without any conservative foresight. At the same time, however, the trade in this product goes on yearly increasing; but it is only a question of time when the trade shall cease, the demand which every year clears the submarine fields of these sponges causing such destruction that their reproduction will soon cease to be adequate.
The finer varieties of toilet sponge produce a high price, often as much as forty shillings the pound weight for very choice specimens, a price which few commercial products obtain, and which prohibits their use, in short, to all but the wealthy. It is, therefore, very desirable that attempts should be made to carry out the submarine enterprise of M. Lamiral. With the assistance of the Acclimatisation Society of Paris, some experiments have already been made in this direction.
[Illustration: SPONGE, GROWING.]
On the Bahama banks and in the Gulf of Mexico the sponges grow in water of small depth. The fishermen—Spanish, American, and English—sink a long mast or perch into the water moored near the boat, down which they drop upon the sponges; by this means they are easily gathered.
The fine, soft Syrian sponge is distinguished by its lightness, its fine flaxen colour, its form, which is that of a cup, its surface convex, voluted, pierced by innumerable small orifices, the concave part of which presents canals of much greater diameter, which are prolonged to the exterior surface in such a manner that the summit is nearly always pierced throughout in many places. This sponge is sometimes blanched by the aid of caustic alkalies; but this preparation not only helps to destroy its texture, but also changes its colour. This sponge is specially employed for the toilet, and its price is high. Specimens which are round-shaped, large, and soft, sometimes produce very large prices. There are many other varieties known to the commercial world.
Scientific Diving—General Principles—William Phipps and the Treasure Ship—Founder of the House of Mulgrave—Halley’s
Wooden Diving-bell and Air Barrels—Smeaton’s Improvements—Spalding’s Death—Operations at Plymouth
Breakwater—The Diver’s Life—Lower away!
—The Diving-Belle and her Letter from Below—Operations at the
Bottom—Brunel and the Thames Tunnel—The Diving Dress—Suffocation—Remarkable Case of Salvage—The Submarine
Hydrostat
—John Gann of Whitstable—Dollar Row—Various Anecdotes—Combat at the Bottom of the
Sea—A Mermaid Story—Run down by the
The art of unassisted diving having been considered, the reader’s attention is invited to
divers and diving aided by scientific appliances. But for these developments, how
could one hope to recover anything large or valuable that had once disappeared beneath
the waves? How properly build gigantic breakwaters, piers, and bridges, or examine
and clear choked ports and channels?The Conquest of the Sea,
Siebe;
English Seamen and Divers,
M. Esquiros; an Article in The Shipwrecked Mariner,
Vol. XXII.; &c.
Every reader understands the general principle involved in the construction of the
diving-bell. Invert a tumbler in a deep vessel of water, and the liquid will only ascend
to a certain height inside, however far down you place the glass. Insert a tube in a
hole drilled in your tumbler, and blow downwards, and the water recedes still lower. This
is what happens when the air is pumped down into the modern diving-bell. In
descending in a diving-bell and remaining under water you will feel a slight inconvenience
in breathing, and perhaps a tingling in the ears; this comes, not from scarcity
of air, but from the fact that the atmosphere of the interior of the bell is really
denser than it is outside; the air, forced downwards by the powerful air-pump, is pressed
upwards by the water. Readers may remember that Robert Fulton and his friends
[Illustration: A DIVER AT WORK (WITH SUBMARINE LAMP).]
As early as the year 1663 an Englishman named William Phipps, the son of a
blacksmith, invented a plan for recovering from the bottom of the sea the treasures out of
a Spanish vessel which had sunk on the coast of Hispaniola. Charles II. lent him a
ship and all that was necessary for his enterprise, but the matter did not turn out
successfully, and William Phipps fell into a state of the greatest poverty. Notwithstanding
this nothing could discourage his ardour, and to set himself afloat again he
opened a subscription list in England, of which the Duke of Albemarle was one of the
subscribers. In 1667 Phipps embarked in a ship of 200 tons burden, having undertaken
beforehand to divide the profits between the twenty shareholders who represented the
associated capital. At first starting his search proved altogether unavailing, and he
was just beginning to despair, when he fell in with the golden vein. The fortunate
diver returned to England with £200,000; £20,000 he kept for himself, and no less
than £90,000 came to the share of the Duke of Albemarle. Phipps was knighted by the
It is little more than a century and a half ago since the celebrated astronomer, Halley—about the first to commence those experiments in submarine exploration which have been continued to the present epoch—descended to a depth of fifty feet in a diving-bell which he had constructed. It was built of wood, and covered with sheet lead. The air that was vitiated by respiration escaped from the chamber through an air-cock, while the pure element was supplied by barrels, which descended and ascended alternately on both sides of the bell, like buckets in a well. These barrels, lined with metal, each contained some thirty-six gallons of condensed air; they were connected with the interior of the bell by leathern tubes. As soon as one of these air receptacles was exhausted another was let down. Halley himself relates that in 1721, by the aid of this apparatus, he was able to descend with four other persons to a depth of nine or ten fathoms, and to remain under water an hour and a half.
It is to Smeaton, the celebrated engineer of the famed Eddystone Lighthouse, that the diving-bell owes its leading characteristics, as he was the first to abolish Halley’s rather clumsy contrivance and apply the power of the air-pump; he also constructed the first cast-iron bell. In 1779 he made use of the diving-bell to repair the piles of Hexham Bridge, in the north of England, the foundations of the structure having been undermined by the violence of the current. A few years after a sad accident occurred from the use of Halley’s barrel apparatus.
In 1783, Mr. Spalding, of Edinburgh, who had made some improvements upon the mechanical arrangements of Halley’s bell, but had retained the barrel air service, engaged to recover some of the cargo of an East-Indiaman which had been sunk on the Kish Bank, Ireland. He and his assistant went down, and after the first supply of air was exhausted the barrels were sent down as usual. No signal having been given for some time, the bell was drawn up, and Mr. Spalding and his assistant were found to be dead. It is supposed that by some means they failed to discharge the air from the barrels into the bell, and were consequently suffocated. The barrel service was always more or less dangerous, from its liability to get out of gear, and if Spalding had adopted the invention of Smeaton, he would not have lost his life in the manner he did.
The improved diving-bell was soon generally adopted by engineers, and played an
important part in the works which have so altered the port of Ramsgate. The great
engineer Rennie made constant use of the diving-bell in fixing the foundations of the
eastern jetty, and in protecting it in parts against the attacks of the sea by a shield of solid
masonry. It was extensively used in the construction of the Plymouth Breakwater. M.
Esquiros, who visited the divers during the progress of that great work, gave an interesting
account of their modus operandi:—
But we now,
says he, approached the breakwater—that causeway of giants—by
the side of which we soon discovered an old dismasted ship. This vessel is rough in
appearance, and covered over with a kind of pent-house roof. In it live, as in a floating
house, the operatives who are still working at the breakwater. They pass, alternately, one
month on board ship and one month on shore. One of their little sources of profit consists
I then noticed a small boat managed by a sailor rowing it, which glided under the
mouth of the bell, and from this hollow I saw emerge a pair of large loose boots, reaching
above the knees, which, being followed by another pair of large boots, convinced me that
two men were jumping down into the skiff. The boat itself, in fact, at once got clear
of the dome, under which it had been half hidden, and I saw it come back to the vessel
with two workmen on board, wet up to the waist and covered with mud. They had just
finished making their half-day under the water, and appeared to be fatigued. Their swarthy
complexions were tinged on the cheeks and forehead with a bright sanguine hue. The
position of the bell was not at all altered; it was as if they wished to give it an opportunity
to dry itself and breathe a little fresh air. It was then dinner hour for the men employed
at the works. I had just been a spectator of the process of raising the bell to the
surface; I now had to see it let down again to the bottom of the sea.
The same little boat which brought the two workmen to the great floating house
took them back again, after an hour’s rest, to the vicinity of the diving-bell, which,
hung just over the water, looked very much like an immense iron box open at the bottom.
The procedure in making ready for the descent has really something rather imposing about
it, and to an excited imagination might very well suggest the preparations for the
execution of a sentence of death. Nothing is wanting for the purpose; the scaffold, the
secret cell, and the gulf of the menacing waves are all there. The divers, thank goodness!
do not in the least anticipate such a fate, but, on the contrary, seem proud to walk
safely over the bottom of the sea, where so many others have found their grave. Be this as
it may, the boat soon places itself underneath the bell, raised as it is three or four feet
above the surface. The two workmen climb one after the other up into the inside, helped
by an iron ring hung to the arched roof, which can easily be laid hold of by the hands.
They take their places on two wooden benches fixed at a certain height in the hollow of
the bell. Sometimes four, or even six, workmen have to find seats in this curious vehicle.
When all this is done the boat goes away, and in another moment the voice of the
foreman gives the order,
Lower away.
...
In places where the water is troubled by sand, the diver often passes through a kind
of twilight or submarine fog, which compels him to light his lamp. More often, on the
contrary, the light is sufficiently strong to enable him to read a newspaper in small type.
A story is told even of a lady who wrote a letter in the diving-bell, and dated it thus:
16th June, 18—, at the bottom of the sea.
Her courage obtained for her among the
divers the sobriquet of the Diving Belle.
I also wished to make my mind easy as to the lot of the poor workmen whom
I had seen descending in the bell. The foreman assured me that they enjoyed every
comfort in it. Have they not seats to rest themselves on, a wooden ledge on which
to place their feet, an assortment of tools and necessary utensils suspended on a cord
at home
in the bell. The fact is, that really they pass in it a great part of their
existence. Almost all of them suffer a great deal at first from a violent pain, which
they themselves define as a toothache gone into the ears,
and they have a humming
in the head, as if some one had let fly a swarm of bees there;
but these troublesome
symptoms disappear after the second or third descent. Their confidence in this dry
chamber, almost isolated in the midst of the turmoil of the ocean, approaches sometimes
to temerity. In 1820, Dr. Collodon, of Geneva, who had gone down in a diving-bell
on the coast of Ireland, bethought himself that at the depth at which he then was,
a stone, or any other trifling cause obstructing the action of the air-valve, would be
sufficient to enable the water to invade the bell. He confided this not very reassuring
reflection to one of the divers who was with him. The latter, smiling, answered him
by merely pointing out with his finger one of the glazed loopholes which were over
their heads. The doctor examined it attentively, and ascertained, in fact, that the glass
was cracked sufficiently to allow bubbles of air to escape pretty freely. This was a very
different and more serious cause of uneasiness than the rather improbable contingency of
an obstruction of the air-valve. The diver was well aware of the cracked glass, and cared
nothing about it.
Some time since, when the present writer descended in the diving-bell exhibited in
London, a seal which then disported in the tank would rub its nose outside against the
little glass windows, and look in, as though wondering what on earth a visitor was doing
there in his element! The same poor animal afterwards came to grief in a very sad
way. When the water was drained off out of the tank the seal got into the pipes below,
and thence to the sewers. It was found, still alive, some time after, in the sewers of the
Euston Road, a considerable distance away, but succumbed later to the mephitic influences
of the filthy stream.
M. Esquiros continues:—They are just beginning to work
was soon remarked
to me by the superintendent, who followed, even under the waves, every movement of
his labourers. The nature of their operations varies, of course, very much according
to the undertaking in which they are engaged. The two divers who had just gone
down had for their task to clear away round the adjacent portion of the foundation
of the breakwater. As soon as they reach the bottom they jump off their seat, and,
armed with a pickaxe, begin to dig into the moist sand in order to get out the stones.
It often happens that the movement of the tide or some other cause disturbs the water
round the rocky base of the breakwater. The workmen have then much trouble in seeing
clearly, and complain that the water is muddy.
Generally, however, the water is so
transparent, that even a cloud passing across the sky is visible at the bottom of the
sea. The workmen also can labour with nearly as much ease and quite as much energy
as if they were on land. The movements they themselves make in conjunction with
the circumstances which surround them occasionally cause something like a thick mist
to rise before their eyes, hiding from them the nearest objects; they get quit of it by
air bath.
The air-pump redoubles its pace in working, and sends
down to them through the pump an extra current of air, which soon blows away the mist.
I was very soon enabled to judge for myself as to their industry; sacks which they
had filled with muddy sand, and buckets laden with stones, came up to the surface every
moment, drawn by cords. One might have fancied it to be the mouth of a mine, to
which invisible arms were constantly sending up fragments of rock; but here the mine
was the sea. The nature of their digging did not allow them to work very long together
in the same place. The divers had already requested by signal to have their position
shifted on the bed of the sound. How would they manage to comply with their wish?
As regards air and locomotion, the men shut up in the bell depend entirely on the
apparatus working on the surface. The chief organ of movement is a sort of
traveller
on four wheels, running over two tramways, allowing it to come and go in every direction.
Immediately on the signal being given from below, the bell was raised from the bottom
of the sea, like a heavy balloon. This operation was, of course, carried out by means of chains,
and the diving-bell remained for a minute or two motionless in mid-water, like the
pendulum of a stopped clock. But the traveller begins to move, and as it also acts as a
crane, the pulley on the surface and the bell under water shift their position at the same
time. The divers call this travelling.
They can thus move from north to south, from
east to west, backwards and forwards. As they are in motion, if they come upon a
piece of rock which encumbers the bed of the sound, they give the signal to stop, and the
bell becomes stationary, and then descends again slowly towards the block of stones. If
The diving-bell has many times rendered service to engineers, by enabling them to
descend and ascertain the nature of damages going on, which might otherwise have ruined
their work. When Brunel was building the famous Thames Tunnel, and the current had
broken through its arched roof, he went down in a diving-bell to see for himself the
extent of the disaster. After a descent of nearly thirty feet, he reached a serious opening
in the masonry, but the hole was too narrow to allow the bell to enter. It was therefore
necessary for some one to dive into it, and brave Brunel immediately declared his intention
[Illustration: DIVERS ATTACKED BY A SWORD-FISH.]
The diving dress was a later development, and owed much of its present practical shape to French men of science. The object of the dress, which is of canvas or india-rubber and metal, is, of course, to give each individual wearing it the utmost liberty of motion, while having at the same time a proper supply of vital air. The condensed air-reservoir is made of steel, and capable of resisting great pressures. The diver carries this apparatus on his back; from it a respiratory tube issues, and is terminated by an india-rubber mouth-piece, which is held between the lips and teeth of the diver.
The diver’s is a rough life, most assuredly. During the diving business on the hors de combat till the 11th of July, when, on re-descending, he was grievously
injured by the bursting of his air-pipe a few inches above the water. This casualty was
indicated by a loud hissing noise on deck. A few seconds elapsed before the rupture could
be traced and the opening temporarily stopped. With great alertness he was drawn up, and on
being relieved of his helmet, presented a frightful appearance. His face and neck were
much swelled and very livid, blood was flowing profusely from his mouth and ears, and his
eyes were closed and protruding. Though partially suffocated, he possessed sufficient
sensibility to speak of the mishap. A sudden shock, it seems, struck him motionless, and
then followed a tremendous pressure, as if he were being crushed to death. A month in
the Haslar Hospital restored him to health, and on returning to the wreck he at once recommenced
his laborious occupation.
[Illustration: DIVERS AT WORK.]
The following is a remarkable example of a salvage effected by the help of divers.
The packet boats
The diving-bell proper has been much improved by another Frenchman, M. Payerne.
His Submarine Hydrostat
will descend or fall at the will of those inside. Thirty men
may work in it with ease for a number of hours without inconvenience. It is, therefore, of
The principle of the machine is very ingenious. Externally, it has the appearance of one
large rectangular box, surmounted by another smaller one, completely closed in except at
the bottom. The interior consists of three principal compartments. The
This ingenious machine has proved of much service. The port of
Fécamp was choked up with shingle, which closed it against all vessels beyond a certain
tonnage. The hydrostat was employed, and the port cleaned, and again opened to commerce.
hold communicates
by a large shaft with the upper compartment. Between these is a third compartment, or
orlop deck, which only communicates with the others by means of stop-cocks. The hydrostat
is twenty feet in height, and its base, which has the bottom of the sea for a floor, covers
an area of 625 square feet. It may be made to rise and fall at will, and it will readily float
about like a raft.
The old divers are fond of recounting the glories of their craft, and are specially impressed with any information as to the fate of the vessels of the Armada. This spirit has been fostered no less by the successes of the ancestor of the Mulgraves than by the good fortune of John Gann, of Whitstable. The old diver was, many years since, employed on the Galway coast, and used to pass his evenings in a public-house frequented by fishermen. One of these men, repeating a tradition which had long existed in the district, told Gann that one of the Spanish vessels had been wrecked not far from that coast, and intimated that he himself could point out the spot. Gann, having finished his special job, made terms with the fisherman, and they were both out for many weeks dragging the spot indicated for any traces of the wreck. They were at last rewarded by coming upon obstructions with their grapnels. Gann brought out his diving apparatus, and sure enough the truth of the tradition was vindicated by the finding of a number of dollars, which had originally been packed in barrels. The barrels, however, had rotted away, and left the gold stacked in barrel shape. With the money so recovered John Gann built at Whitstable, his native place, a row of houses, which, to commemorate the circumstance, he called Dollar Row.
Corporal Harris, almost entirely by his own diligence, removed in little more than two
months the wreck of the
There was a sort of abnegation, an absence of jealousy, in the character of Harris which, as the rivalry among the divers made them somewhat selfish, gave prominence to his kindness. He met a comrade named Cameron at the bottom, who led him to the spot where he was working. For a considerable time Cameron had fruitlessly laboured in slinging an awkward timber of some magnitude, when Harris readily stood in his place, and in a few minutes, using Cameron’s breast-line to make the necessary signals, sent the mass on deck. It was thus recorded to Cameron’s credit; but the circumstance, on becoming known, was regarded with so much satisfaction that honourable mention was made of it in the official records.
Lance-Corporal Jones, engaged on the wreck of the
A dangerous but curious incident occurred on the
A diver’s Nursery Tale
must not be omitted. The hero, Jack
(this is the name
of a diver who lived once upon a time
), had been busy for some weeks in gathering
up the relics of a shipwreck, when on a certain day he saw appear at one of the
windows of his bell the pale face of a woman, with long hair intertwined with sea-weed.
He had often heard tell of the beauty of mermaids, who are, as every one knows, lovelier
than the most lovely of women; but Jack never believed that any creature so perfect as
this could have existed. With a voice softer than the murmuring of the waves under a
gentle breeze, she said to him, I am one of the spirits of the sea. On account of
your kind disposition I have marked you out among the rest of your companions, and
I will protect you, but on one condition only, and that is, that you shall be sure to
recognise me under any shape into which I may be pleased to change myself.
The
beautiful spirit disappeared, and Jack remained very much surprised, but with a strong
feeling of joy thrilling within him. He prospered exceedingly in all that he undertook.
But at last prosperity spoiled him. He kicked and ill-treated a polyp, a kind of devil-fish,
but still an animal, and one that had done him no harm, not knowing that the
beautiful spirit was disguised under that mass of ugliness. A few days afterwards an
accident occurred and Jack was drowned. Moral: Take the advice of kindly mermaids—when
you meet them.
And now for our last yarn, a true one. Some years ago a large vessel, having on
board a valuable cargo, including gold bars, was run down and sunk by a steamship
in the Thames between Northfleet and Gravesend. She was afterwards successfully raised
The Saltness of the Sea—Its Composition—Tons of Silver in the Ocean—Currents and their Causes—The Great Gulf
Stream—Its Characteristics—A Triumph of Science—The Tides—The Highest Known Tides and Waves—Whirlpools—The
Maelström—A Norwegian Description—Edgar Allan Poe and his Story—Rescued from the
Vortex—The Souffleur
at the Mauritius—The Colour of the Sea—Its Causes—The Phosphorescence of the Ocean—Fields
of Silver—Principally Caused by Animal Life.
Many features and phenomena of the ocean have been incidentally noted in the foregoing pages; but there are points, hitherto untouched, which deserve our attention.
Its saltness is due, not merely to the presence of chloride of sodium, or what we call
common salt, but to a large number of other minerals, including the chlorides of magnesium
and potassium, the sulphates of magnesia and lime, carbonate of lime,
Maury, a recognised authority, finds in the saline properties of the sea one of the principal
forces from which the currents in the ocean proceed. The brine of the ocean,
says he,
is the ley of the earth; from it the sea derives dynamical powers, and the currents
their main strength.
Let us suppose a long tank or, say, swimming-bath, divided in the
middle by a water-tight wall, on one side of which should be fresh and on the other salt
water, at equal levels. It is obvious that were the division removed the waters would not
stand side by side as before, for the denser water would have a tendency not merely to
mingle with the lighter, but to form a current under it. So salt waters of different
densities.
[Illustration: CHART OF THE ATLANTIC OCEAN.]
The ocean,
says Figuier, is a scene of unceasing agitation;
Heat increases its volume, and therefore
its vast surface
rises and falls,
to use the image suggested by Schleiden, as if it were gifted with a
gentle power of respiration; its movements, gentle or powerful, slow or rapid, are all
determined by differences of temperature.
Gulf Stream could only be
explained after a careful study of all the operating causes of its existence. Dr. Maury
has well described it. He says:—There is a river in the bosom of the ocean: in the
severest droughts it never fails, and in the mightiest floods it never overflows; its banks
and its bottom are of cold water, while its current is of warm; it takes its rise in the
Gulf of Mexico, and empties itself into the Arctic seas; this mighty river is the Gulf
Stream. In no other part of the world is there such a majestic flow of water; its current
is more rapid than the Amazon, more impetuous than the Mississippi, and its volume is
more than a thousand times greater.
This great current of water particularly influences
the climates of Northern Europe, and especially those of Britain and Ireland.
The Gulf Stream, as it issues from the Florida Channel, has a breadth of thirty-four
miles, a depth of 2,200 feet, and moves at the rate of four and a half miles an Midway in the Atlantic, in the triangular space between the Azores, Canaries, and
Cape de Verd Islands, is the great Sargassum Sea, covering an area equal to the Mississippi
Valley; it is so thickly matted over with the Gulf weed (
The difference of temperature
between the Gulf Stream and the waters it traverses constantly gives birth to tempests
and cyclones. In 1780 a terrible storm ravaged the Antilles, in which 20,000 persons
perished. The ocean quitted its bed, and inundated whole cities; the trunks of great
trees and large parts of buildings were tossed wildly in the air. Numerous catastrophes of this
kind have earned the Gulf Stream the title of the Sargassum bacciferum) that the
speed of vessels passing through it is actually retarded, and to the companions of Columbus
it seemed to mark the limits of navigation: they became alarmed. To the eye, at a little
distance, it seemed sufficiently substantial to walk upon.King of the Tempests.
So well had
Maury studied the Gulf Stream and its storms, that he was enabled to point out the exact
position of a vessel overtaken by a terrible gale. In the month of December, 1859,
says Figuier, the American packet
The steamers went straight
to the exact spot, and found the wreck; and although by that time the crew and passengers
had been taken off by three passing vessels, it was certainly a triumph of science.
[Illustration: WAVES OFF THE CAPE OF GOOD HOPE.]
The tides are produced by two pairs of great waves which travel round the earth
each day—a greater pair caused by the attraction of the moon, a lesser pair caused by
the sun. The moon, by reason of its nearness to the earth, produces by far the greater
influence, but the tides are also subject to all kinds of local influences. The eastern coast
of Asia and western side of Europe are exposed to extremely high tides; while in the South
Sea Islands they scarcely reach the height of twenty inches. There is hardly any tide
in the Mediterranean, separated as it is from the ocean by a narrow strait. The highest
tide which is known occurs in the Bay of Fundy, which opens up to the south of the isthmus
uniting Nova Scotia and New Brunswick. There the tide reaches forty, fifty, and even
sixty feet, while it only attains the height of seven or eight in the bay to the north of
the same isthmus. It is related that a ship was cast ashore upon a rock during the night
so high, that at daybreak the crew found themselves and their ship suspended in mid-air, far
above the water.
The winds have an immense influence on the height of tides, and also
on the waves. The highest known waves are found off the Cape of Good Hope (p. 89) at
the period of high tide, under the influence of a strong north-west wind which has traversed
the Atlantic, pressing its waters round the Cape. The billows there,
says Maury, lift
themselves up in long ridges, with deep hollows between them. They run high and fast,
tossing their white caps aloft in the air, looking like the green hills of a rolling prairie
capped with snow, and chasing each other in sport. Still, their march is stately and their
roll majestic. Many an Australian-bound trader, after doubling the Cape, finds herself
followed for weeks at a time by these magnificent rolling swells, furiously driven and
lashed by the
Those off Cape Horn are rather less in height. brave west winds.
These billows are said to attain the height of thirty,
and even forty feet; but no very exact measurement of the height of waves is recorded.Spray is dashed over the Eddystone Light,
130 feet high. After a great storm in Barbadoes in 1780, some old and heavy cannons
were found on the shore, which had been thrown up from the bottom of the sea. If
waves in their reflux meet with obstacles, whirlpools result, such as those in the Straits of
Messina, between the rocks of Charybdis and Scylla made famous by Homer, Ovid, and
Virgil, and once much dreaded, but now little feared.
The best known whirlpool, the Maelström, off Lofoden, in Norway, is the result of
opposing currents. One of the most circumstantial accounts of it is that of a Norwegian,
Jonas Ramus, who calls it the Moskoe-strom (channel or stream):—Between Lofoden
and Moskoe,
says he, the depth of the water is between thirty-six and forty
fathoms; but, on the other side, towards Ver (Vurrgh), this depth decreases so as not
to afford a convenient passage for a vessel without the risk of splitting on the rocks,
which happens even in the calmest weather. When it is flood the stream runs up the
country between Lofoden and Moskoe with a boisterous rapidity; but the roar of its
impetuous ebb to the sea is scarcely equalled by the loudest and most dreadful cataracts,
the noise being heard several leagues off; and the vortices or pits are of such an extent
and depth that if a ship comes within its attraction it is inevitably absorbed and carried
down to the bottom, and there beaten to pieces against the rocks; and when the water
relaxes the fragments thereof are thrown up again. But these intervals of tranquillity
are only at the turn of the ebb and flood and in calm weather, and last but a quarter
Kuchu and others promulgated the idea that the
maelström is a watery abyss penetrating the globe, and issuing in some very remote
Who that has read the works of Edgar Allan Poe will ever forget his thrilling and detailed
story of a descent into the maelström?Tales of Mystery and Imagination.
In a terrible hurricane they were driven through the surf into the inner circle of the whirlpool,
where (as is likely to be the case in actual fact) the wind nearly ceased, the surface of the
water being lower than that of the surrounding ocean. If you have never been at sea in a
heavy gale, you can form no idea of the confusion of mind occasioned by the wind and spray
together. They blind, deafen, and strangle you, and take away all power of action or
reflection.
Now the two fishermen brothers were in a measure respited, as death-condemned
felons in prison are allowed petty indulgences forbidden them while their doom is yet uncertain.
Round and round the belt the vessel flew rather than floated, getting nearer and nearer to the
fatal inner vortex, and making wild lurches towards the abyss. The boat appeared to be
hanging, as if by magic, midway down, upon the interior surface of a funnel vast in circumference,
prodigious in depth, and whose perfectly smooth sides might have been mistaken for
ebony, but for the bewildering rapidity with which they spun round, and for the gleaming and
ghastly radiance they shot forth as the rays of the full moon ... streamed in a flood of
golden glory along the black walls, and far away down into the inmost recesses of the
abyss.
Round and round they swept in dizzying swings and jerks. Above and below them
were whirling fragments of vessels, timbers, boxes, barrels, and trunks of trees. And now a
hope arose from the recollection of one circumstance: that of the great variety of buoyant
matter thrown up by the moskoe-strom on the coast of Lofoden, some articles were not
disfigured or damaged at all. Further, light and cylindrical articles were the least likely to be
absorbed into any watery vortex: for the last statement there are good scientific reasons. I,
says the survivor, no longer hesitated what to do. I resolved to lash myself securely to
the water-cask upon which I now held, to cut it loose from the counter, and to throw myself
with it into the water. I attracted my brother’s attention by signs, pointed to the floating
barrels that came near us, and did everything in my power to make him understand what I
was about to do. I thought at length that he comprehended my design, but whether this was
the case or not, he shook his head despairingly, and refused to move from his station by the
ring-bolt. It was impossible to reach him; the emergency admitted of no delay; and so, with
a bitter struggle, I resigned him to his fate, fastened myself to the cask by means of the
lashings which secured it to the counter, and precipitated myself with it into the sea without
another moment’s hesitation.
The smack soon after made a few gyrations in rapid succession,
then sank to the bottom for ever, bearing with it the unfortunate brother. The barrel to
which I was attached had sunk very little farther than half the distance between the bottom of
the gulf and the spot at which I leaped overboard before a great change took place in the
By degrees
the waters rose, and he found himself in full view of the shores of Lofoden, and above the spot
where the pool of the moskoe-strom had been. He was picked up by a boat; those on board
were old mates and daily companions, but they knew him no more than they would have
known a traveller from the spirit-land. His hair, which had been raven black the day before,
was now as white as snow.
Thus far Poe. It shows how the vivid imagination of a great poet, dealing with facts, can put those facts before the reader in artistically life-like and graphic form.
[Illustration: WHIRLPOOL OF CORRIEVRECKAN, OFF THE HEBRIDES.]
Another remarkable whirlpool is that of Corrievreckan, off the Hebrides, in the south of Scotland, shown in an illustration on page 93.
A phenomenon of another character is exhibited on the south side of the Mauritius,
at a point called The Souffleur,
or The Blower.
A large mass of rock,
says
Lieutenant Taylor, of the United States navy, runs out into the sea from the mainland,
to which it is joined by a neck of rock not two feet broad. The constant beating of the
tremendous swell which rolls in has undermined it in every direction, till it has exactly
the appearance of a Gothic building with a number of arches. In the centre of the rock,
which is about thirty-five or forty feet above the sea, the water has forced two passages
vertically upward, which are worn as smooth and cylindrical as if cut by a chisel. When
a heavy sea rolls in, it of course fills in an instant the hollow caverns underneath; and
finding no other egress, and being borne in with tremendous violence, rushes up these
chimneys, and flies, roaring furiously, to a height of full sixty feet. The moment the
wave recedes, the vacuum beneath causes the wind to rush into the two apertures with a
loud humming noise, which is heard at a considerable distance.
My companion and I arrived there before high water; and, having climbed across the
neck of rock, we seated ourselves close to the chimneys, where I proposed making a
sketch, and had just begun, when in came a thundering sea, which broke right over the
rock itself, and drove us back much alarmed.
Our negro guide now informed us that we must make haste to re-cross our narrow
bridge, as the sea would get up as the tide rose. We lost no time, and got back dry
enough; and I was obliged to make my sketches from the mainland.
In about three-quarters of an hour the sight was truly magnificent. I do not
exaggerate in the least when I say the waves rolled in, long and unbroken, full twenty-five
feet high, till, meeting the headland, they broke clear over it, sending the spray
flying over to the mainland; while, from the centre of this mass of foam, the Souffleur
shot up with a noise which we afterwards heard distinctly between two and three miles.
Standing on the main cliff, more than a hundred feet above the sea, we were quite wet.
[Illustration: THE SOUFFLEUR,
ISLAND OF MAURITIUS.]
To the combined influences of tides and waves may also be attributed the monsoon
hurricanes which so often visit the Indian Ocean. The air may have been just previously
without a breath, when immense waves, accompanied by whirlwinds, come rolling in. At
the period of the changing monsoons, the winds, breaking loose from their controlling
forces, seem to rage with a fury capable of breaking up the very foundations of the deep,
and
ships are often literally whirled round, or bodily lifted up, their crews being utterly impotent.
Turning to another subject, partially discussed before—the colour of the sea—it may be remarked that by itself as sea water it is really colourless. Its varying colours are caused by reflection, by the varied bottoms it covers, or by the presence of actual animal, vegetable, and mineral bodies. The ocean,
When winds breathe soft along the silent deep,
is azure blue or ultramarine, becoming greener in-shore. There are some days when it is generally green, others sombre and grey. A bottom of white sand will give a greyish or apple-coloured green; of chalk, a pure clear green; if the bottom is brownish-yellow sand, the green is naturally duller in character. In the Bay of Loango the waters appear of a deep red, from the red bottom. The Red Sea owes its colour to actual floating microscopic algæ and to red coral bottoms. Sea water, concentrated in the salt marshes of the south of France by the heat of the sun, is also red: this is due to the presence of a red-shelled animal of microscopic size. These minute creatures do not appear till the salt water has attained a certain concentration, while they die when it has reached a further density. Navigators often traverse patches of green, red, white, or yellow-coloured water, their coloration being due to the presence of microscopic crustaceans, medusæ, zoophytes, and marine plants.
[Illustration: A SHIP SAILING IN PHOSPHORESCENT SEA.]
The pleasing phenomenon known as the phosphorescence of the sea is generally, though
Noctiluca. Captain
Kingman reported having traversed a zone twenty-three miles in length, and so filled with
phosphorescent matter that during the night it presented the appearance of a vast field of
snow. There was scarcely a cloud in the heavens,
he tells us; yet the sky for about 10°
above the horizon appeared as black as if a storm were raging; stars of the first magnitude
shone with a feeble light, and the
Several varieties of molluscs and acalephes
shine by their own light, while phosphorescence is often due to the decomposition of animal
matter.
milky way
of the heavens was almost entirely eclipsed
by that through which we were sailing.
[Illustration: PHOSPHORESCENCE ON THE SURFACE OF THE SEA.]
A French author thus describes the effect produced by the molluscs known to scientists
as Pyrosoma, on a voyage to the Isle of France. He says:—The wind was blowing with
great violence, the night was dark, and the vessel was making rapid way, when what appeared
to be a vast sheet of phosphorus presented itself, floating on the waves, and occupying a
great space ahead of the ship. The vessel having passed through this fiery mass, it was
discovered that the light was occasioned by organised bodies swimming about in the sea at
various depths around the ship. Those which were deepest in the water looked like red-hot
balls, while those on the surface resembled cylinders of red-hot iron. Some of the latter were
caught; they were found to vary in size from three to seven inches. All the exterior of
the creatures bristled with long thick tubercles, shining like so many diamonds, and these
seemed to be the principal seats of their luminosity. Inside also there appeared to be a multitude
of oblong narrow glands, exhibiting a high degree of phosphoric power. The colour
of these animals when in repose is an opal yellow, mixed with green; but on the slightest
movement the animal exhibits a spontaneous contractile power, and assumes a luminous
brilliancy, passing through various shades of deep-red, orange-green, and azure-blue.
A
ship plunging through these phosphorescent fields seems to advance through a sheet of
white flame, a field of luminous silver, scattering a spray of sparks in all directions.
The First Channel Cable—Nowadays 50,000 Miles of Submarine Wire—A Noble New Englander—The First Idea of the
Atlantic Cable—Its Practicability Admitted—Maury’s Notes on the Atlantic Bottom—Deep Sea Soundings—Ooze,
formed of Myriads of Shells—English Co-operation with Field—The First Cable of 1857—Paying Out—2,000 Fathoms down—The
Cable Parted—Bitter Disappointment—The Cable Laid and Working—Another Failure—The Employment of the
Lucky Friday—Splicing
to the Shore Cable—The Start—Each Day’s Run—Approaching Trinity Bay—Success at Last—The Old and
the New World Bound Together.
In the year 1850 a copper wire, insulated with gutta-percha, was submerged between England
and France, and that connecting link between the two greatest countries of Europe was
the first considerable success of its kind. To-day Great Britain is connected with the
European continent by a dozen cables, and there are over 50,000 miles of submerged wires
silently conveying their messages over the face of the globe. Thirty years of practical
scientific labour has united the whole world. You can telegraph or wire
your commands to
distant China or Japan; you can ask the market rates of wheat in the farthest west of the
New World; you can correspond with your wife in England if you are at the Antipodes.
Puck’s idea of putting the girdle round the earth
has been more than accomplished.
The story of the successes won at the very bottom of the ocean would take long to tell;
here we can only follow the story of one of the grandest—that of the Atlantic cable.
In the month of November, 1819, a noble American, whose career deserves to be put
on record, first saw the light. Cyrus W. Field has deservedly earned an honourable and
honoured name in two worlds for indomitable perseverance and pluck.History of the Atlantic Telegraph,
by Dr. Henry M. Field;
The Story of Cyrus Field;
and Dr. Russell’s letters in the Times.
The New Englander has to-day, and has always had, many of the best qualities of the
Old Englander. In Field they were conspicuously displayed. In his bright lexicon
there was—
No such word asfail,
for the worst disappointment only stirred him to fresh exertion.
’Tis not in mortals to command success;
But we’ll do more, Sempronius—we’ll deserve it.
Field was born in Stockbridge, Massachusetts, a rural village nook which lies calmly and peacefully cradled among the green Berkshire hills, a spot which would delight the eyes of a true artist. He was the son of a country pastor, who, in spite of a paltry stipend of a hundred and fifty pounds a year, and thanks to the scholastic advantages offered to every one in the United States, gave nine children a superior education. Several of these children distinguished themselves in after life, but none more than the subject of this sketch.
While to this energetic man is due the actual success, it is to Professor Morse, who had
said that telegraphic communication might with certainty be established across the Atlantic
Ocean,
and to an excellent Roman Catholic bishop, that the idea is to be fairly credited.
Bishop Mullock, of Newfoundland, while lying becalmed in his yacht off Cape North, the
extreme point of the province of Cape Breton, bethought himself how his poor neglected
island might reap some advantage from being taken into the track of communication between
Europe and America, for he saw that Nature had provided an easy approach to the mainland
for a cable. Fired with the idea, he wrote to one of the St. John’s papers, and his
letter is to-day a model of lucid explanation. About the same time Mr. Frederick N. Gisborne,
a practical telegraph operator, promulgated the idea of connecting St. John’s with the mainland,
and one evening interested Mr. Cyrus Field, then just retired from business on a competency,
in his scheme. After he left,
writes his brother, Mr. Field took the globe which
was standing in the library, and began to turn it over. It was while thus studying the globe
that the idea first occurred to him that the telegraph might be carried further still, and be
made to span the Atlantic Ocean.
Maury, the distinguished marine scientist, and Professor
Morse, had also come to the same conclusion, and at about the same time as had others in
England. The history of the financial difficulties and ultimate triumphs connected with the
inauguration of the first cable would not interest the reader; suffice it to say that half-a-dozen
New York millionaires subscribed the first capital—a million and a half dollars. The cable
across the Gulf of St. Lawrence was successfully laid in 1856, after one previous failure.
And now Field began to clear the way by consulting the highest scientific authorities on both sides of the Atlantic. Was it possible to carry a cable across the ocean? If laid, would it be able to convey messages? The first query related to mechanical difficulties only, such as the depth of the ocean, the nature of the ocean bed, the influence of currents and winds. The second referred to pure science and the conditions under which the electric fluid acts—Would the lightning flash from shore to shore across an intervening waste of sea? The answer to the first question was supplied by Maury, who pointed out that between Ireland and Newfoundland the bottom of the sea formed a plateau, or elevated table-land, which, as he said, seemed to have been placed there especially for the purpose of supporting the wires of an electric telegraph, and protecting them from injury. Its slope, he said, was quite regular, gradually increasing from the shores of Newfoundland to the depth of from 1,500 to 2,000 fathoms as you approach the Irish coast. It was neither too deep nor too shallow: deep enough to protect the cable from danger by ships’ anchors, icebergs, and currents; shallow enough to secure that the wires should be readily lodged upon the bottom. From Professor Morse an equally satisfactory answer was obtained. He declared his faith in the undertaking as a practicable one: that it might, could, and would be achieved.
The Company undertook to make a series of careful soundings to ascertain the exact
nature of the ocean bottom over which the cable connecting Newfoundland with Ireland
would have to be laid. Mr. Field applied for this purpose to the American Government,
who immediately despatched the to make what further soundings might be
necessary between Ireland and Newfoundland, and to verify those made by Lieutenant
Berryman.
In response to this appeal the Admiralty sent out the cast into the sea,
would sink out
of sight, island, mountain, and all; and even the coloured crest of Mont Blanc would rise
but a few hundred feet above the waves. The single exception to this
uniform depth occurs about 200 miles off the Irish coast, where within an
area of about a dozen miles the depth sinks from 550 to 1,750 fathoms. In
14° 48′ W., says Dayman, we have 550 fathoms rock, and in 150° 6′ W. we
have 1,750 fathoms ooze. In little more than ten miles of distance a change
of depth takes place amounting to fully 7,200 feet. It was supposed that
this tremendous declivity would be the chief point of danger in laying
down the cable; and to remove, if possible, the anxiety which existed, Lieutenant Dayman
made a further survey. The result showed that the dip was not a sudden one; the
precipitous bank or submarine cliff turned out to be a gradual slope of nearly sixty miles.
Over this long slope, said a writer in the Times, the difference between its greatest height
and greatest depth is only 8,760 feet, so that the average incline is, in round numbers, about
145 feet per mile. A good gradient on a railway is now generally considered to be 1 in 100
feet, or about 53 feet in a mile; so that the incline on this supposed bank is only about
three times that of an ordinary railway. It was found upon these surveys that the ocean bed
consisted of a soft ooze, as soft as the moss which clings to old damp stone on the river’s
brink. And of what does this ooze consist? The microscope revealed the astonishing fact
that it is made up of myriads of shells, too minute to be discovered by the naked eye, yet each
perfect in itself, unbroken and uninjured. These organisms live near the surface of the water,
but in death sink down to the bottom, and there find a calm and peaceful resting-place. Well
has it been said that a mighty work of life and death has for ages been going on in the
tranquil bosom of ocean. Myriads upon myriads, ever since the morning of creation,
have been falling—falling like snow-flakes, till their remains cover with a thick stratum of
beautiful organisms the ocean bed. The bearing of this discovery,
says Dr. Field, on the
problem of a submarine telegraph was obvious. For it, too, was to lie on the ocean bed, beside
and among those relics that had so long been drifting down upon the watery plain. And if
these tiny shells slept there unharmed, surely an iron cord might rest there in safety. There
were no swift currents down there; no rushing waves agitated that sunless sea. There
the waters moved not, and there might rest the great nerve that was to pass from
Everything showed that the project of an Atlantic cable was feasible.
All that remained was to raise the capital necessary for its development. But this could
be done only by the formation of a large and influential company, the enterprise having
outgrown the resources of Mr. Field and his little band of New York merchants. While
engaged in submitting his scheme to the consideration of the capitalists of London, Mr. Field
found counsel and encouragement from many men distinguished in the world of science, and
among his principal supporters had the good fortune to rank Glass and Elliot, now so
well known as manufacturers of sea-cables, and the celebrated engineers whose names are
associated with the scientific marvels of the age—Brett, Bidder, Robert Stephenson, and
Brunel. The last-named was then building the colossal ship afterwards called the There is the ship
to lay your Atlantic cable!
[Illustration: SECTION OF THE FIRST ATLANTIC CABLE.]
The Atlantic Telegraph Company was formed; and 2,500 miles of cable were manufactured
and stowed on board the English naval vessel under run
the whole distance. At last the end was raised
from the water and spliced
to the gigantic coil, and as it dropped safely to its
resting-place among the salt sea ooze
the noble ship once more went on her way.
Saturday, we are told, was a day of beautiful weather. The squadron made good progress
at a rate of from four to five miles an hour, and the cable was paid out at a speed somewhat
exceeding that of the ship, to allow for any irregularities of surface on the bottom of the sea.
Meantime a constant communication was kept up with the land. Every moment the electric
fluid flashed between ship and shore. Not only did the electricians wire back to Valentia the
progress they were making, but the officers on board sent messages to their friends in
America to go out by the steamer from Liverpool. The very heavens seemed to regard the
enterprise with favour. All went merrily as a marriage bell. Without a kink the coil
came up from the vessel’s hold, and unwinding easily, passed over the stern into the
sea. Once or twice, however, a momentary alarm was caused by the cable being thrown
The unbidden tear started to many a manly eye.
The interest taken in the enterprise by all—every one, officers and men—exceeded anything
I ever saw, and there is no wonder that there should have been so much emotion at
our failure.
Captain Hudson says:—It made all hands of us through the day like
a household or family which had lost their dearest friend, for officers and men had
been deeply interested in the success of the enterprise.
The cable broke in 2,000
fathoms water, when about 330 nautical miles were laid, at a distance of 280 miles
from Valentia. This was the first of a series of disappointments, ending, however, in
eventual triumph.
The same vessels sailed again in June of the next year, and as arranged before starting,
reached a point of junction in mid-stream, where the ends of the two cables were
spliced, and the ships parted, the cabled
under the wide Atlantic two days later, to the great rejoicing, it may fairly be said, of
two worlds. Congratulatory messages were flashed from either end, and success seemed
secured. Alas! less than a month later all communication ceased; the electric current
would not pass through the great wire-rope; there was a leakage somewhere. But it
had been shown conclusively that messages could be transmitted under the given conditions.
This was something.
Passing over all the financial arrangements connected with a new attempt, which was not made till 1865, we find Brunel’s prediction fulfilled. The largest ship in the world was chartered to lay another cable.
[Illustration: EXTERIOR AND SECTION OF THE 1865 ATLANTIC CABLE.]
The work of stowing away the cable on board the It
is time,
he says, after a general survey of the wonders of the huge vessel—it is time we
should look after what we have mainly come to see—the telegraph cable. To our intense
astonishment we beheld it—nowhere, although informed that there are nearly 2,000 miles
of it already on board, and that the remaining piece, which is long enough to stretch from
Land’s End to John o’ Groat’s, is in course of shipment. We walk up and down on the
deck of the
The writer then describes the process of taking it on board:—On the side
opposite to where we landed, deep below the deck of our giant, is moored a vessel surmounted
by a timber structure resembling a house, and from this vessel the wonderful telegraph cable
is drawn silently into the immense womb of the
about an inch in diameter,
which is sliding over a few rollers and through a wooden table, is a thing of world-wide fame—a
thing which may influence the life of whole nations, nay, which may affect the march
of civilisation. Following the direction in which the iron rope goes, we now come to the
most marvellous sight.... We find ourselves in a little wooden cabin, and look down
over a railing at the side into an immense cavern below. This cavern is one of the three
tanks
in which the two-thousand-mile cable is finding a temporary home. The passive
agent of electricity comes creeping in here in a beautiful silent manner, and is deposited in
coils, layer above layer. It is almost dark at the immense depth below, and we can only
dimly discern the human figures through whose hands the coil passes to its bed. Suddenly,
however, the men begin singing. They intone a low, plaintive song of the sea, something
like Kingsley’s
Three fishers went sailing away to the west,
Away to the west, as the sun went down,
the sounds of which rise up from the dark deep cavern with startling effect, and produce
an indescribable impression. We move on; but the song of the sailors who are taking charge
of the Atlantic telegraph cable is haunting us like a dream. In vain that our guide conducts
us all over the big ship, through miles of galleries, passages, staircases, and promenades;
through gorgeous saloons full of mirrors, marbles, paintings, and upholstery, made
regardless
of expense
; and through buildings crowded with glittering steam apparatus of gigantic
dimensions, where the latent power of coal and water creates the force which propels this
monster vessel across the seas. In vain our attention is directed to all these sights; we do not
admire them; our imagination is used up. The echo of the sailors’ song in the womb of the
[Illustration: THE PAYING-OUT MACHINERY ON BOARD THE GREAT EASTERN.
]
The The shock of the
instant,
Dr. Russell tells us, was as sharp as the snapping of the cable itself,
so great was
the disappointment felt on board.
The apparently wild attempt was immediately made to recover the cable. It was settled
that the Away slipped the rope,
yard after yard, fathom after fathom; ocean, like the horse-leech’s daughter still crying for
Next morning
these efforts bore fruit, for the great sea-serpentine cable was caught, and raised seven hundred
fathoms (4,200 feet), towards the surface, unhappily to again fall to the bottom. A second
attempt resulted in raising it a mile and a half, when a swivel gave way, and it again sank
to the bottom. These experiments had used up a considerable quantity of the wire rope, and
every expedient had to be adopted to patch up and strengthen the fishing apparatus, which
gave full employment to the mechanics on board. Great forge-fires were made on deck,
which at night illumined the ocean for a distance round, and helped to make a striking and
effective scene. A third and fourth attempt was made to raise the cable; but in spite of
the indomitable perseverance of Field and his associates, without success, and the bows of
the great ship were sorrowfully directed towards home.
more
and more,
still descending into the black waste of waters. One thousand fathoms—still
more! One thousand five hundred fathoms—still more! Two thousand fathoms—more,
still more! Two thousand five hundred fathoms (15,000 feet)—aye, that will do; the
grapnel has reached the bed of the Atlantic; the search has commenced.
In spite of these failures no abatement of public confidence in the eventual success of
privately towards the next attempt, and when the
subscription books were thrown open to the public, the whole capital required was furnished
in a fortnight. Some minor improvements were introduced in the successful 1866 cable;
among other points, it was galvanised.
When the day arrived for the final great effort, the undertaking was inaugurated solemnly by special prayer and supplication. Dr. Field says of that moment:—
Was there ever a fitter place or a fitter hour for prayer than here, in the presence of the
great sea to which they were about to commit their lives and their precious trust? The first
expedition ever sent forth had been consecrated by prayer. On that very spot, nine years
before, all heads were uncovered and all forms bent low at the solemn words of
supplication; and there had the Earl of Carlisle—since gone to his honoured grave—cheered
them on with high religious hopes, describing the ships which were sent forth
on such a mission as
beautiful upon the waters as were the feet upon the mountains
of them that publish the gospel of peace.
Full of such a spirit, officers and directors assembled at Valentia on the day before
the expedition sailed, and held a religious service. It was a scene long to be remembered.
There were men of the closet and men of the field, men of science and men
of action, men pale with study and men bronzed by sun and storm. All was hushed
and still. Not a single gun broke the deep silence of the hour, as, with humble hearts,
they bowed together before the God and Father of all. They were about to
go down
to the sea in ships,
and they felt their dependence on a higher Power. Their preparations
were complete. All that man could do was done. They had exhausted every
resource of science and skill. The issue now remained with Him who controls the winds
and waves. Therefore was it most fit that before embarking they should thus commit
themselves to Him who alone spreadeth out the heavens and ruleth the raging sea.
In all this there is something of antique stamp, something which makes us think
of the sublime men of an earlier and better time: of the Pilgrim Fathers kneeling on
the deck of their little ship at Leyden, as they were about to seek a refuge and a
home in the forests of the New World, and of Columbus and his companions
celebrating a solemn service before their departure from Spain. And so with labour
and with prayer was this great expedition prepared to sail once more from the shores
of Ireland, bearing the hopes of science and of civilisation, with courage and skill
looking out from the bows of the ship across the stormy waters, and a religious faith,
like that of Columbus, standing at the helm.
On Friday the 13th of July, 1866, the fleet finally bade adieu to the
land. Was Friday an unlucky day? Some of the sailors thought so, and would have
been glad to leave a day before or after. But Columbus sailed on Friday, and
discovered the New World on Friday; and so this expedition put to sea on Friday,
and, as a good Providence would have it, reached land on the other side of the Atlantic
on the same day of the week! As the ships disappeared below the horizon, Mr. Glass and
Mr. Varley went up on their watch-tower, not to look, but to listen for the first
voice from the sea. The ships bore away for the buoy where lay the end of the shore
Got the shore-end all right; going to
make the splice.
Then all was still, and they knew that that delicate operation was
going on. Quick, nimble hands tore off the covering from a foot of the shore-end
and of the main cable till they came to the core, then swiftly unwinding the copper wires
they laid them together as closely and carefully as a silken braid. Then this delicate child
of the sea was wrapped in swaddling clothes, covered up with many coatings of gutta-percha
and hempen rope and strong iron wires, the whole bound round and round with heavy
bands, and the splicing was complete. Signals are now sent through the whole cable on board
the order of battle
: the
This table shows the speed of the ship to have been exactly according to the running
time
fixed before she left England. On the last voyage it was thought that she had once
or twice run too fast, and thus exposed the cable to danger. It was therefore decided to
go slowly but surely. Holding her back to this moderate pace, her average speed from the
time the splice was made until they saw land was a little less than five nautical miles an
hour, while the cable was paid out at an average of not quite five and half miles. Thus the
total slack was about eleven per cent., showing that the cable was laid almost in a straight
line, allowing for the swells and hollows at the bottom of the sea. Friday, July 27.—Shortly
after 2 p.m. yesterday two ships, which were soon made out to be steamers, were
seen to the westward; and the
The foregoing simple
record tells the great story of this memorable voyage. In England the progress of the
expedition was known from day to day, but on the American side of the ocean all was
uncertainty. Some had gone to Heart’s Content hoping to witness the arrival of the fleet,
but not so many as the year before, for the memory of the last failure was too fresh, and they
feared another disappointment. But still a faithful few were there who kept their daily
watch. The correspondents of the American papers reported only a long and anxious suspense
till that morning when the first ship was seen in the offing. And now the hull of the
Times: It is a great work, a glory to our age and nation, and the men who have achieved it
deserve to be honoured amongst the benefactors of their race.
Treaty of peace signed between
Prussia and Austria!
It was now time for the chief engineer, Mr. Canning, to make
preparations for splicing on board the There shall be no more sea,
and all joined in the sublime prayers and
thanksgivings of the Church of England. Thus the voyage ended as it began.
[Illustration: THE GREAT EASTERN
LAYING THE ATLANTIC CABLE.
(From Cassell’s “Illustrated History of England.”)]
Although the expedition reached Newfoundland on Friday the 27th, yet as the cable
across the Gulf of St. Lawrence was broken, the news was not received in New York
until the 29th. It was early Sunday morning, before the Sabbath bells had rung their
call to prayer, that the tidings came. The first announcement was brief—Heart’s Content,
July 27th.—We arrived here at nine o’clock this morning. All well. Thank God the
cable is laid, and is in perfect working order.—
Soon followed the
despatch to the Associated Press, giving the details of the voyage, and ending with a just
tribute to the skill and devotion of all who had contributed to its success. Said Mr. Field:
Cyrus W. Field.I cannot find words suitable to convey my admiration for the men who have so ably conducted
the nautical, engineering, and electrical departments of this enterprise, amidst difficulties
which must be seen to be appreciated; in fact, all on board of the telegraph fleet, and all
connected with the enterprise, have done their best to have the cable made and laid in a
perfect condition.
Other despatches followed in quick succession, giving the latest events
of the war in Europe. All this confirmed the great triumph, and filled the breasts of many
with wonder and gratitude that Sabbath day as they went up to the house of God and
rendered thanks to Him who is Lord of the earth and sea.
Perfection in Nature’s Smallest Works—A Word on Scientific Classification—Protozoa—Blind Life—Rhizopoda—Foraminifera—A
Robbery Traced by Science—Microscopic Workers—Paris Chalk—Infusoria—The Sixth Sense of Man
—Fathers
of Nations—Milne-Edwards’ Submarine Explorations—The Salt-water Aquarium—The Compensating Balance Required—Brighton
and Sydenham—Practical Uses of the Aquarium—Medusæ: their Beauty—A Poet’s Description—Their
General Characteristics—Battalions of Jelly-fish
—Polyps—A Floating Colony—A Marvellous Organism—The
Graceful Agalma—Swimming Apparatus—Natural Fishing Lines—The Portuguese Man-of-War
—Stinging Powers
of the Physalia—An Enemy to the Cuttle-fish.
Pliny says that Nature is nowhere more perfect than in her smaller works.
How gradually,
yet beautifully, do the lower forms of life ascend to the higher! Here we may well remember
the following: Scientific naturalists, men of logical minds arranging the facts of Nature with
methodical and almost mathematical precision, have distributed the forms of animal life
into divisions, classes, orders, families, genera, and species. These divisions, however convenient,
are, it must be noted, merely of human invention, subject to alteration as knowledge
increases—subject even to positive mistake. Linnæus tells us that Natura non facit
saltus—Nature does not jump or leap from one stage to another, but passes almost insensibly,
life merging into other life.
A word commonly employed in connection with the lower forms of marine life also
requires some passing notice. The term zoophyte, derived from two Greek words signifying
respectively animal and plant, would seem appropriate enough in describing generally many
of the organisms found in the great deep. But the term as now used signifies an animal,
and nothing but one, however plant-like it may appear.
The simplest forms of marine animal life are found in the extensive group known as the
Protozoa. Varied as they are, they may be generally described as devoid of articulate
skeleton, or nervous system; they are animals, a large part of them microscopic, with a
vegetative existence. In their obscure and blind life,
says Figuier, have they consciousness
or instinct? Do they know what takes place at the three-thousandth part of an inch
from their microscopic bodies? To the Creator alone does the knowledge of this mystery
belong.
The limits of this work preclude the possibility of details. To the division Protozoa
belong the sponges, already described, the Rhizopods (Rhizopoda), root-footed animals, and
the Infusoria, animalcules so small that a drop of water may contain millions.
The Rhizopods are found both in fresh and salt water, but the marine forms are by far
the more numerous. They are simply minute lumps of diaphanous jelly, the quantity of
matter in them being so infinitesimal, and their transparency so great, that the eye, assisted
by the powers of the microscope, can only take cognisance of them by the most careful
arrangement of light. But for all that, they are known to have feet or feelers, to have
digestive apparatus—some of them being, for their size, quite voracious feeders—which may
be seen stuffed with microscopic algæ, or sea-weeds. It is believed that they are multiplied
by parting with portions of their bodies, which become separate beings.
The Reticulosa, or Foraminifera, form an order of this group. They are small calcareous
Foraminifera, small as they
are, have helped to form enormous deposits, obstruct navigation in gulfs and straits, and
fill up ports, as may be seen at Alexandria. In various geological strata they are found; they
exist in immense quantities
in the chalk cliffs of this
country. In the Paris chalk
their remains are so abundant
that a block of little more
than a cubic yard has been
computed to contain three
thousand millions! As,
says Figuier, the chalk
from these quarries has served
to build Paris, as well as the
towns and villages of the
surrounding departments, it
may be said that Paris,
and other great centres of
population which adjoin it,
are built with the shells of
these microscopic animals.
[Illustration: FORAMINIFERA IN A PIECE OF ROCK.]
The Infusoria almost
baffle the attempts of naturalists
to classify them,
while their very existence would have escaped us but for the discovery of the microscope,
the sixth sense of man,
as Michelet happily termed it. In the tropics, water collected
at a great depth was found to contain 116 species; in the Antarctic regions the very ice
was found to contain nearly fifty different species. The very largest kinds can hardly be
seen by the naked eye. They are generally nearly colourless, but some of them are nevertheless
green, blue, red, brown, and even blackish. Some of those most commonly noted,
on account of their superior size, are furnished with hairy cilia, which act as paddles, while
certain of them appear to be employed in conveying food to the mouth.
[Illustration: INHABITANTS OF THE BRITISH SEAS.
The Infusoria reproduce their species in several ways: by a kind of budding,
like plants, by sexual reproduction, and by fission—i.e., the spontaneous division of
the animal into two parts. By this mode of propagation,
says Dujardin, an Infusorian
is the half of the one which preceded it, the fourth of the parent of that, the
eighth of its grandparent, and so on.
The process is represented in the accompanying
This mode of generation, however,
says Figuier, enables us to comprehend
the almost miraculous multiplication of these
beings. The amount defies calculation, if we
wished to be at all precise. We may, however,
arrive at a proximate estimate of the number
which may be derived from a single individual
by this process of fission. It has been found that
at the end of a month two
In a year it would
have the proud satisfaction of being the father of
an Infusorian nation!
Stylonichiæ would
have a progeny of more than 1,048,000 individuals,
and that in a lapse of forty-two days a single
Paramecium could produce much more than
1,364,000 forms like itself.
[Illustration: PROPAGATION OF AN INFUSORIAN BY SPONTANEOUS DIVISION.]
Many of the Infusoria are subject to metamorphoses,
while others can remain long periods,
and in a dried and torpid state, and then awake to action. One of the largest of these
curious organisms, which sometimes actually attains to the size of the twelfth of an inch,
is the Kondylostoma patens, remarkable for its voracity. It lives upon sea-weed, and is
common to every shore, from the Mediterranean to the
Baltic.
[Illustration: KONDYLOSTOMA PATENS (MAGNIFIED 300 TIMES).]
The inhabitants of the sea are, there can be no doubt, much more numerous than those of the earth. Charles Darwin has remarked that our terrestrial forests do not maintain nearly so many living beings as do marine forests in the very bosom of the ocean. Its surface and its depths, its plains and its mountains, its valleys and precipices, teem with organisms, the like of which have no counterpart on the land, and which are only partly understood to-day, although the invention and adoption of the aquarium have greatly facilitated the study of them.
Many years ago Dr. Milne-Edwards, in a voyage round the coast of Sicily, employed a diver’s apparatus to enable him to descend and examine the bottom of the sea. It included a metallic casque and helmet, with visor or window of glass fitting closely by means of water-tight packing round the neck. It communicated with an air-pump above by a flexible tube; the diver had a rope attached by which he could be hoisted immediately, and a signal cord to give alarm in case of need; he wore heavy lead shoes, which gave him steadiness and enabled him to maintain his upright position in the water. Milne-Edwards made the descent in several fathoms of water, and with perfect safety. Ariel’s song had not to be applied to him:—
Full fathoms five thy father lies;
But doth suffer a sea change—
for he was enabled safely and successfully to examine in the most hidden recesses and retreats of the rocks and sea many wonderful creatures, the knowledge of which had been hitherto hidden from the scientific world.
The invention, or introduction rather, of the salt-water aquarium enables any one nowadays to study in comfort and at leisure the habits and peculiarities of marine animals. There is a drawing extant of an aquarium bearing the date 1742. Sir John Graham Dalyell, a well-known author, had a modest one early in this century. A sea-anemone taken from the sea in 1828, and placed in this glass tank, was, according to his biographer, alive and well in 1873; so that M. Figuier in claiming its first suggestion for M. Charles des Moulins is wrong. The fact is that the ancients kept, not for scientific, but for gastronomic purposes, fish and molluscs in tanks, and fed and studied their habits and needs in order to fit them for the table. These were practical aquaria.
M. des Moulins, however, and, in our own country, Gosse and Warington, deserve full credit for advocating the establishment of these beautiful sources of rational pleasure and improvement, and for showing how they might best be kept in working order. To Des Moulins is also due the proposition that the animal life therein required the presence of vegetable life to keep it in natural condition. In the fresh-water aquarium duckweed was found to act efficiently, and a similar idea is now adopted in regard to marine plants in the salt-water aquarium. Sea-weeds do not usually bear transplanting, but sea water is so impregnated with seeds or germs, that by placing a few stones or rocks in the tank a crop of marine vegetation is ensured.
On shell or stone is dropped the embryo seed,
And quickly vegetates a vital breed.
Our own fish-houses at the Zoological Gardens were first opened in 1853, while those of the French Acclimatisation Society in the Bois de Boulogne were inaugurated in 1861. Now almost every capital possesses one on a grand scale. That at Naples is especially noted. At the Continental fishery exhibitions, held at Amsterdam, The Hague, Boulogne, Havre, Arcachon, &c., temporary aquaria always form part of the attractions.
The dimensions of the great aquarium at Brighton are as follows: Its area is 716 feet by 100 feet, the great tank alone containing 110,000 gallons of water, and having a plate glass front 130 feet long, through which the habits of very large fish may be studied. The rock-work of the tanks is artificial, and admirably adapted to give shelter to the fish and crustaceans which disport in them. The management of a large aquarium involves constant care, and it is quite possible to kill its inhabitants by too frequently changing the water—by over-kindness, in fact.
The aquaria at Brighton and the Crystal Palace are very differently constructed and
managed. At the former there is no actual circulation of water from one tank to another, but
As the animal life and
vegetable life mutually support each other, the kind of material necessary for maintaining
the
The writer of the article in the
compensating system
must be watchfully supplied. Mr. W. R. Hughes, of Birmingham,
recommends the growth of sea lettuce (Alva latissima) in tanks, as suitable both for
oxygenating the water and for food for the fishes; the stock plants being introduced in the
autumn months, when they are loaded with spores.Encyclopædia Britannica,
from which most of the above is taken, ventures to hope that
the aquarium may become useful in a practical sense, and may determine many questions in
regard to fish life and growth concerning which we are ignorant to-day. It would,
says he, tend to the better regulation of our fisheries and to the augmentation of our
food supplies, if we knew as much about the herring or the haddock as we do about the
salmon.
It is well known that fish, valuable as food, are too often captured at improper
seasons and in a wasteful manner.
Passing on to higher forms of animal life, the polyps and acalephæ of the older
authors, now classified as the Cœlenterata, we find creatures of a superior organisation
to those lately under notice. Regarded generally, their bodies are soft and gelatinous,
they possess alimentary canals and digestive apparatus, and in nearly all cases the sexes
are separate, generation being sometimes sexual and sometimes by gemmation or budding.
This brief introduction to the subject must be taken only in a general, not a special
sense, for there are numerous exceptions to be found among the animals classified as
Cœlenterata.
The sub-kingdom Cœlenterata naturally divides itself into two groups—that of the
Hydrozoa, and that of the Actinozoa. The fresh-water hydra will serve as an example of
the first, and the common sea-anemone of the second group. The essential difference
between the two is, that in the former the stomachal cavity is not separated from the
general cavity of the body, and the reproductive buds are external; while in the latter the
stomachal cavity is let down, as it were, as a partially-closed sac, into the general cavity of
the body, and the reproductive buds make their appearance between the walls of the general
cavity of the alimentary or stomachal sac, and consequently internally. But in both there
is a free communication between these two cavities—a communication obvious in the
Hydrozoa, and which may be often verified in the case of the sea-anemones, by the young
[Illustration: MEDUSÆ.]
The class Hydrozoa includes seven orders, first and principally of which let us speak
of the Medusæ, of which the ordinary jelly-fish
is a familiar example. This great
order (Medusidæ) is characterised by having a disc, more or less convex above, resembling
a mushroom or expanded umbrella, the edges of the umbrella, as well as the mouth and
suckers, commonly having tentacula, or feelers, and cilia. Taken from the sea, a Medusa
weighing fifty ounces will rapidly dissolve away to a few grains of solid matter. These
floating umbrellas or mushrooms, as they might be termed, are of many forms, but they
are all to be counted among the most beautiful works of the Creator. Sometimes the
animal is transparent as crystal, sometimes opaline, now of a delicate rose or azure-blue
colour, now yellow, now violet, and now, again, reflecting the prismatic colours. The
If they are touched
ever so lightly while swimming, they contract their tentacula, fold up their umbrella, and
sink into the depths of the sea. At
one period of the year the Medusæ are
charged with numbers of minute eggs,
which are suspended in festoons—crystalline
roes they might be termed—from
their bodies, and which in due
time become living organisms.
After all, it is to the poets we
must go if we would describe the
beauties of Nature aright. Michelet,
speaking of the Medusa, says:—Why
was this name, of terrible
associations, given to a creature so
charming? Often have I had my
attention arrested by these castaways,
which we see so often on the shore.
They are small, about the size of my
hand, but singularly pretty, of soft
light shades, of an opal-white, where
it lost itself as in a cloud of tentacles;
a crown of tender lilies—the wind had
overturned it; its crown of lilac hair
floated about, and the delicate umbel,
that is, its body proper, was beneath;
it had touched the rock—dashed against it; it was wounded, torn in its fine locks, which
are also its organs of respiration, absorption, and even of love.... The delicious
creature, with its visible innocence and the iridescence of its soft colours, was left like
a gliding, trembling jelly. I paused beside it, nevertheless; I glided my hand under it,
raised the motionless body cautiously, and restored it to its natural position for swimming.
Patting it in the neighbouring water, it sank to the bottom, giving no sign of life. I
pursued my walk along the shore, but at the end of ten minutes I returned to my Medusa.
It was undulating under the wind; it had really moved itself, and was swimming about
with singular grace, its hair flying round it as it swam; gently it retired from the rock,
not quickly, but still it went, and I soon saw it a long way off.
The Medusæ are found in all seas, and usually inhabit the depths, although often seen on
the surface. They voyage usually in considerable battalions, and sometimes cover miles and
Acalephæ, or sea-nettles,
in consequence.
[Illustration: PRAYA DIPHYES.]
Nearly all the other Hydrozoa are marine productions, and comprise among them numerous
beautiful forms. Take, for example, the polyp known as Praya diphyes, a double, bell-shaped
body, with a long tail, as it were, of feelers, a floating fishing-line; or, another delicate
organisation of the same family, Galeolaria aurantiaca, the orange galeolaria. Here are
two floating bladders with a connecting chain of polyps; the floats aiding to support, as it
were, a whole colony! But the large order Physophoridæ deserves more than a mere passing
notice, on account of the graceful forms of delicate tissue and colour which are included
under it.
These inhabitants of the sea are essentially swimmers, having mostly true swimming
bladders, more or less numerous and of varied form; they always float on the surface.
M. de Quatrefages, the distinguished French naturalist, describing one of these
organisms, Apolemia contorta, tells the reader to figure to himself an axis of flexible
crystals, sometimes more than a mètre (forty inches) in length, all round which are
attached, by means of long peduncles or footstalks equally transparent, some hundreds
of bodies, sometimes elongated, sometimes flat, and formed like the bud of a flower. If
we add to this garland of pearls of a vivid red colour and infinity of fine filaments, varying
in thickness, and giving life and motion to all these parts, we have even now only
a very slight and imperfect idea of this marvellous organism.
The Agalma rubra is thus described by Vogt, a great authority. I know,
says he,
nothing more graceful than this agalma, as it floats near the surface of the waters, its
long, transparent, garland-like lines extended, and their limits distinctly indicated by
bundles of a brilliant vermilion red, while the rest of the body is concealed by its very
transparency; the entire organism always swims in a slightly oblique position near the
surface, but is capable of steering itself in any direction with great rapidity. I have
had in my possession some of these garlands more than three feet in length, in which
the series of swimming-bladders measured more than four inches, so that in the great
vase in which I kept them the column of swimming-bladders touched the bottom,
while the aërial vesicle floated on the surface. Immediately after its capture the columns
contracted themselves to such a point that they were scarcely perceptible, but when left
to repose in a spacious vase, all its shrunken appendages deployed themselves round the vase
in the most graceful manner imaginable, the column of swimming-bladders removing,
immovable in their vertical position, the float at the surface, while the different appendages
soon began to play. The polyps, planted at intervals along the common trunk, of rose-colour,
began to agitate themselves in all directions, taking a thousand odd forms; ...
The agalma is described as well armed; its tendrils have enormous
stinging powers.
[Illustration: AGALMA RUBRA (THREE-FIFTHS NATURAL SIZE).]
One family of the Physophoridæ includes the interesting creature known as the Portuguese
man-of-war,
from a slight resemblance to a small vessel with a sail up; it is also known
among sailors as the sea-bladder. The bladder is eleven or twelve inches long, and from one
to three broad. Its appearance is glassy and transparent, and of a purply tint. Above the
bladder is a crest, limpid and pure as crystal, and veined in purple or violet; it is the crest
which the sailors believe fulfils the office of a sail. This bladder-like form, with its aërial
crest, is only a hydrostatic apparatus, whose office is to lighten the animal and modify its
specific gravity.
From the bottom of the bladder a crowded mass of organs, most of which
take the form of very slender, highly contractile, movable threads, depend; they are often
several feet, and occasionally several yards, long. Their stinging powers are great; these
elegant creatures are terrible antagonists. One French writer says that, One day, when sailing
at sea in a small boat, I perceived one of these little galleys, and was curious to see the
form of the animal; but I had scarcely seized it when all its fibres seemed to clasp my hand,
covering it as with bird-lime, and scarcely had I felt it in all its freshness (for it is very cold
to the touch), when it seemed as if I had plunged my arm up to the shoulder in a cauldron
of boiling water. This was accompanied with a pain so strange, that it was only with a violent
effort I could restrain myself from crying aloud.
Another traveller,Voyage aux Antilles.
I promptly detached it,
says
he, but many of its filaments remained glued to my skin, and the pain I immediately experienced
was so intense that I nearly fainted.
In this case no very serious damage resulted,
but during the voyage of the A young sailor leaped naked into the sea
to seize the animal. Swimming towards it, he seized it; the creature surrounded the person
of its assailant with its numerous thread-like filaments, which were nearly a yard in length;
the young man, overwhelmed by a feeling of burning pain, cried out for assistance. He had
scarcely strength to reach the vessel and get aboard again before the pain and inflammation
were so violent that brain fever declared itself, and great fears were entertained for his life.
It is a disputed point whether the Physalia is poisonous or not when eaten. It was a commonly-received
idea in the Antilles that they are, and that the negroes sometimes made use of
them, after being dried and powdered, to poison both men and animals. The fishermen there
believe that fish which have eaten parts of the Physalia become unfit for human food. A
French physician, M. Ricord-Madiana, settled in Guadaloupe, made many experiments to
attempt the settlement of the question. He found that ants and flies partook of them with
The habits of the Physalia are only known in part, though they have been studied by
many scientists. Among the many denizens of the ocean, none,
says Gosse,A Year by the Sea-side.
take a
stronger hold on the fancy of the beholder; certainly none is more familiar than the little thing
he daily marks floating in the sun-lit waves, as the ship glides swiftly by, which the sailor tells
him is the
Portuguese man-of-war.
Perhaps a dead calm has settled over the sea, and he
leans over the bulwarks of the ship, scrutinising this ocean-rover at leisure, as it hastily rises
and falls on the long, sluggish heavings of the glassy surface.
Then he sees that the comparison of the stranger to a ship is
a felicitous one, for at a little distance it might well be
mistaken for a child’s mimic boat, shining in all the gaudy
painting in which it left the toy-shop.
Not unfrequently one of these tiny vessels comes so close
alongside that by means of the ship’s bucket, with the assistance
of a smart fellow who has jumped into the
It is often to be seen on the coasts
of Devon and Cornwall, brought thither by the Gulf Stream.
chains
with a
boat-hook, it is captured and brought on deck for examination.
A dozen voices are, however, lifted, warning you by no means
to touch it, for well the experienced sailor knows its terrible
powers of defence. It does not now appear so like a ship as
when it was at a distance. It is an oblong bladder of tough
membrane, varying considerably in shape, for no two agree in
this respect; varying also in size, from less than an inch to the
size of a man’s hat. Once, on a voyage to Mobile, when
rounding the Florida reef, I was nearly a whole day passing
through a fleet of these little Portuguese men-of-war, which
studded the smooth sea as far as the eye could reach, and must have
extended for many miles.
[Illustration: PHYSALIA ANTARCTICA.]
The Physalia is the natural enemy of the cuttle-fish and the flying-fish. One an
inch in length will numb and kill a fish larger than a herring. Each tentacle, by a
movement as rapid as a flash of light, or sudden as an electric shock, seizes and benumbs
them, winding round their bodies as a serpent winds itself round its victim.
Mr. Bennet,
who accompanied the expedition under Admiral Fitzroy as naturalist, describes them as
seizing their prey by means of the tentacles, which are alternately contracted to half an
inch, and then shot out with amazing velocity to several feet, dragging the helpless and
entangled prey to the sucker-like mouth and stomach-like cavities among the tentacles. Others
have observed bold little fish unharmed among the feelers, a proof that even a Physalia
can be good-natured sometimes.
An attendant satellite of the Physalia is the Velella, a smaller animal of the same family, especially abundant in tropical seas, but often seen elsewhere. It also possesses stinging powers.
It is to the moderns we must look for anything like scientific study of these lower forms
of Nature. The later poets, too, have caught the spirit of the age, and in some phases their
utterances are artistically truer, and therefore truer to nature, than those of the merely hard
scientists. Crabbe has beautifully described this boon of our age, the study of Nature
aided by the light of science. It is nowadays the privilege as well as it is to the profit
of any intelligent person—
The ocean’s produce to explore.
Treasures the vulgar in their scorn reject.
The Madrepores—Brain, Mushroom, and Plantain Coral—The Beautiful Sea-anemones; their Organisation and Habits; their
Insatiable Voracity—The Gorgons—Echinodermata—The Star-fish—Sea Urchins—Wonderful Shell and Spines—An
Urchin’s Prayer—The Sea Cucumber—The Trepang, or Holothuria—Trepang Fishing—Dumont d’Urville’s Description—The
Commerce in this Edible—The Molluscs—The Teredo, or Ship-worm—Their Ravages on the Holland Coast—The
Retiring Razor-fish—The Edible Mussel—History of their Cultivation in France—The Bouchots—Occasional Danger
of Eating Mussels—The Prince of Bivalves—The Oyster and its Organisation—Difference in Size—American Oysters—High
Priced in some Cities—Quantity Consumed in London—Courteous Exchange—Roman Estimation of them—The
Breedy Creatures
brought from Britain—Vitellius and his Hundred Dozen—A Sell: Poor Tyacke—The First Man
who Ate an Oyster—The Fisheries—Destructive Dredging—Lake Fusaro and the Oyster Parks—Scientific Cultivation
in France—Success and Profits—The Whitstable and other Beds—System pursued.
Among the interesting and comparatively familiar forms of ocean’s treasures must be counted the Madrepores, often regarded as corals, but quite distinct as a scientific group from the precious coral of commerce. The Madreporidæ are very numerous, and are formed by colonies of polyps. The poet has truly described them:—
I saw the living pile ascend
To adamant by their petrific touch.
The polyps of the madrepores resemble flowers when their upper disc is expanded and their
feelers are out in the water. When contracted, they are concealed from sight in the calcareous
cells, which have grown with themselves, and form part of the madrepora. These beautiful
and curious natural productions assume many distinct forms. Some of them are arborescent,
as in Stylaster flabelliformis, which puts forth a perfect forest of trunks and branches.
Others are star-like in shape; many are more or less cylindrical and oval, as in the well-known
Brain coral
(Meandrina cerebriformis). Another genus is entitled Fungia, from
a supposed resemblance to the mushroom, there being this difference between terrestrial and
marine mushrooms—that the former have leaflets below, and the latter have them above.
One of the most pleasing forms is found in the Plantain Madrepore, where the polyps are
arranged in tufts.
[Illustration: MADREPORES.]
The Sea-anemones (Actinidæ) will be now, thanks to the popularity of the aquarium,
tolerably familiar to most readers. Although undoubtedly animal, they much more resemble
flowers. They are to be found of the most brilliant colours and graceful forms.
The body of the Sea-anemone is cylindrical in form, terminating beneath in a muscular
disc, which is generally large and distinct, enabling them to cling vigorously to foreign
bodies. It terminates above in an upper disc, bearing many rows of tentacles, which differ
from each other only in their size. These tentacles are sometimes decorated with brilliant
colours, forming a species of collar, consisting of contractile and sometimes retractile tubes,
pierced at their points with an orifice, whence issue jets of water, which are ejected at the
will of the animal. Arranged in circles, they are distributed with perfect regularity round
a central mouth. These are their arms.
The stomach of the sea-anemone is both the seat
of digestion and of reproduction. The young are actually ejected from the mouth with the
rejecta of their food. The daisy-like anemones in the Zoological Gardens of Paris,
Frédol tells us, frequently throw up young ones, which are dispersed, and attach themselves
to various parts of the aquarium, and finally become miniature anemones exactly like the
parent. An actinia, which had taken a very copious repast, ejected a portion of it about
twenty-four hours later, and in the middle of the ejected food were found thirty-eight young
individuals.
According to one author, an accouchement is here a fit of indigestion! Sea-anemones
may be mutilated, cut limb from limb, or torn to pieces, and each piece will
become a new anemone in the end. They adhere,
says Dr. Johnson, to rocks, shells,
and other extraneous bodies by means of a glutinous secretion from their enlarged base, but
they can leave their hold and remove to another station whensoever it pleases them, either
by gliding along with a slow and almost imperceptible movement (half an inch in five
minutes), as is their usual method, or by reversing the body and using the tentacula for the
purpose of feet, as Reaumur asserts, and as I have once witnessed; or, lastly, inflating the
body with water, so as to render it more buoyant, they detach themselves, and are driven
to a distance by the random motion of the waves. They feed on shrimps, small crabs,
whelks, and on very many species of shelled mollusca, and probably on all animals brought
within their reach whose strength or agility is insufficient to extricate them from the
grasp of their numerous tentacula.... The size of the prey is frequently in unseemly
disproportion to the preyer, being often equal in bulk to itself. I had once brought
me a specimen of
The Actinia are at once gluttonous and voracious. They seize even
mussels and crabs, and when they want to eject the hardest parts of the latter can turn
their stomachs inside out, as one might turn out one’s pocket! Their tentacles can act on
the offensive; the hand of the man who has touched them becomes inflamed, and small fish
are literally killed by contact with them.
Actinia crassicornis that might have been originally two inches in diameter,
Pecten maximus of the size of an
ordinary saucer. The shell, fixed within the stomach, was so placed as to divide it completely
into two halves, so that the body, stretched tensely over, had become thin and
flattened like a pancake. All communication between the inferior portion of the stomach and
the mouth was, of course, prevented; yet, instead of emaciating and dying of atrophy, the
animal had availed itself of what undoubtedly had been a very untoward accident to increase
its enjoyment and its chance of double fare. A new mouth, furnished with two rows of
numerous tentacula, was opened up on what had been the base, and led to the under stomach;
the individual had, indeed, become a sort of Siamese Twin, but with greater intimacy and
extent in its unions.
In Provence, Italy, and Greece, some varieties are used for food, the Green Actinia being in special repute.
[Illustration: SEA-ANEMONES.
1. Actinoloba dianthus. 2. Cereus gemmaceus. 3. Actinia bicolor. 4. Sagartia viduata. 5. Cereus papillossus. 6. Actinia picta.
7. Actinia equina. 8. Sagartia rosea. 9. Sagartia coccinea.]
The Gorgons are interesting curiosities of the coral type; some are scarcely the twelfth of an inch in height, while others attain a height of several feet. The beautiful Fan Gorgon, which is often eighteen or more inches high, is so called on account of its form, and there are other very beautiful examples of arborescent gorgons. Their organism is double; the one external, sometimes gelatinous; sometimes, on the contrary, fleshy and cretaceous. It is animated with life.
A vast natural group is that of the Echinodermata, which includes five orders, or
sea-slugs
(Holothurias), the latter of which are important items in the
food of many Asiatics. The generic term Echinodermata signifies an animal bristling with
spines, but the group includes many to whom it could not be applied.
The Star-fish (Asterias) is met in almost every sea, and in all latitudes, although more
richly varied in tropical seas. They vary in colour from a yellowish-grey to orange, red, or
violet. The body of the asterias is a most curious organisation, having sometimes as many
as 11,000 juxta-imposed pieces, while it possesses spines and tubercles. Observe one
stranded on the shore, and it may appear destitute of locomotive powers. But this is
not so, for they can slowly creep over small spaces, and even up the vertical sides of
rocks. Frédol says:—If an asterias is turned upon its back, it will at first remain immovable,
with its feet shut up. Soon, however, out come the feet like so many little
feelers; it moves them backward and forward, as if feeling for the ground; it soon inclines
them towards the bottom of the vase, and fixes them one after the other. When it has a
sufficient number attached, the animal turns itself round. It is not impossible, whilst walking
although they are very commonly left dead there.
The star-fish’s mouth is on its lower side, and almost directly abuts on its stomach. It is a voracious feeder, and will even attack molluscs. Formerly it was believed that the animal would open an oyster with one of its rays, or legs, but this was unlikely, as the oyster might be likely enough to have the best of it in such a case by shutting his shells on the intruder. It is now pretty well understood that it injects an acrid poison into the oyster’s shell, which obliges it to open.
[Illustration: STAR-FISH.]
The Urchins
seem to owe their name to Aristotle, and their spiny covering and armature
have in all ages attracted the attention of naturalists. Some of them have 3,000 or
4,000 prickles, and their organisation is really wonderful. They are enclosed in a globular
hollow box, which grows with their growth. Gosse explains how. The box can never be
cast off, and it is obvious that the deposits made from inside would only narrow the space,
which really requires to be enlarged. The growing animal feels its tissues swelling day
by day, by the assimilation of food. Its cry is
Their spines
are instruments of defence and of locomotion; each has several muscles to work it.
Give me space! a larger house, or I
die!
How is this problem solved? Ah! there is no difficulty. The inexhaustible wisdom
of the Creator has a beautiful contrivance for the emergency. The box is not made in one
piece, nor in ten, nor a hundred. Six hundred distinct pieces go to make up the hollow
case, all accurately fitted together, so that the perfect symmetry of outline remains unbroken;
and yet, thin as their substance is, they retain their relative positions with unchanging exactness,
and the slight brittle box retains all requisite strength and firmness, for each of these
pieces is enveloped by a layer of living flesh; a vascular tissue passes up between the joints,
where one meets another, and spreads itself over the whole exterior surface.
The poet-scientist, Michelet, has beautifully painted the animal’s nature, and makes it
describe itself as follows. I am born,
says the unobtrusive Echinoderm, without
ambition; I ask for none of the brilliant gifts possessed by those gentlemen the molluscs.
I would neither make mother-of-pearl nor pearls; I have no wish for brilliant colours, a
luxury which would point me out; still less do I desire the grace of your giddy medusas,
the waving charm of whose flaming locks attracts observation and exposes one to shipwreck.
Oh, mother! I wish for one thing only,
to be—to be without these exterior and compromising
appendages; to be thickset, strong, and round, for that is the shape in which I
should be the least exposed; in short, to be a centralised being. I have very little instinct
for travel. To roll sometimes from the surface to the bottom of the sea is enough of travel
for me. Glued firmly to my rock, I could there solve the problem, the solution of which
your favourite, man, seeks for in vain—that of safety. To strictly exclude enemies and
admit all friends, especially water, air, and light, would, I know, cost me some labour and
constant effort. Covered with movable spines, enemies will avoid me. Now, bristling like
a bear, they call me an urchin.La Mer.
[Illustration: URCHINS IN A ROCK.]
The term sea-cucumber
accurately describes the shape of the Holothuria, which is
in general terms a worm-like cylinder, varying as much as from an inch or two to
Holothuria
edulis, known there as the trepang, is an important adjunct to the food of the natives.
Thousands of junks are employed in the trepang fisheries. The Malay fisherman will
harpoon them with a long bamboo terminating in a sharp hook at a distance of thirty
yards. In four or five fathoms of water native divers are employed, who seize them in
their hands, and will bring up several at a time. They are then boiled, and flattened with
stones; after which process they are spread out on bamboo mats to dry, first in the sun
and afterwards by smoking. They are then put in sacks and shipped principally to Chinese
ports, where they are considered a luxury.
The great French navigator, Dumont d’Urville, witnessed the processes employed
while in Raffles Bay. An hour after the arrival of four prows all the men were at work
ashore cooking them in boilers placed over roughly-constructed stone furnaces, after which
they were dried on hurdled roofs. Captain d’Urville went on board one of the Malay
vessels, where he was received with cordiality by the padrone, or captain. He,
says
that navigator, showed us over his little ship. The keel appeared to us sufficiently
solid; even the lines did not want elegance; but great disorder seemed to reign in the
stowage department. From a kind of bridge, formed by hurdles of bamboos and junk,
we saw the cabin, which looked like a poultry house: bags of rice, packets and boxes were
huddled together. Below was the store of water, of cured trepang, and the sailors’ berths.
Each boat was furnished with two rudders, one at each end, which lifted itself when the
boat touched the bottom. The craft was furnished with two masts, without shrouds, which
could be lowered on to the bridge at will by means of a hinge; they carry the ordinary
sail; the anchors are of wood, for iron is rarely used by the Malays; their cables are
made of rattan fibre; the crew of each bark consists of about thirty-seven, each shore
boat having a crew of six men. At the moment of our visit they were all occupied in
fishing operations, some of them being anchored very near to us. Seven or eight of
their number, nearly naked, were diving for trepang; the padrone alone was unoccupied.
An ardent sun darted its rays upon their heads without appearing to incommode them,
an exposure which no European could hold up under. It was near mid-day, and the
moment, as our Malay captain assured us, most favourable for the fishing. In fact, we
saw that each diver returned to the surface with at least one animal, and sometimes two, in
his hands. It appears that the higher the sun is above the horizon, the more easily is
the creature distinguished at the bottom. The divers were so rapid in their movements
that they scarcely touched the boat, into which they threw the animals before they
dived again. When the boat was filled with them, it proceeded to the shore, and its
place was supplied by an empty one.
The Holothuria taken there were five to six
inches long. D’Urville tasted it when prepared, and says that it resembled lobster.
His men, however, took more kindly to it than did he.
[Illustration: SEA-CUCUMBER (Holothuria tubulosa).]
We must now examine a most important class of pulpy animals, the Mollusca,
The sub-class Acephala, are as their
names indicate, headless molluscs, and
though sometimes partially naked, are
usually very well protected by shells.
When it is known that there are over
4,000 species of bivalve molluscs, the
impossibility of describing more than a
few typical and prominent examples will
be seen.
The genus Teredo consists of marine
worm-like animals having a special and
irresistible inclination for boring wood,
whatever its hardness. Ships have been
thus silently and secretly undermined, till the planks have been either like sponges or
have crumbled into dust under the very feet of their crews. The holes bored by
these imperceptible miners riddle the entire interior
of a piece of wood, without any external indication
of their ravages. Piles and piers have been
utterly ruined, and vessels have sometimes gone
to the bottom through them. At the beginning
of the last century half the coast of
Holland was threatened with inundation and practical
annihilation because the piles which support
its dykes were attacked by the teredo, and hundreds
of thousands of pounds damage was done by this
wretched worm. It has been now discovered that
the worm has a great antipathy to oxide of iron, and wood impregnated with it is secure from
its ravages. Other animals of the same group are capable of boring even rock.
Another important bivalve is the well known
Solen or razor-fish,
varieties of which are common
all over the globe. These molluscs,
says Figuier,
live with their shells buried vertically in the sand,
a short distance from the shore; the hole which they
have hollowed, and which they never quit, sometimes
attains as much as two yards in depth; by means
of their foot, which is large, conical, swollen in the
middle and pointed at its extremity, they raise themselves with great agility to the entrance
of their burrow. They bury themselves rapidly, and disappear on the slightest approach
of danger.
When the sea retires, the presence of the Solen is indicated by a small orifice in the
[Illustration: THE RAZOR FISH (Solen ensis).]
But of the Acephalous Mollusca none are more important to man than the mussel and oyster, the pearl-bearing varieties of which latter have been already considered. Both are familiar to every reader.
The Mytilus edulis, the edible mussel of commerce, the poor man’s oyster,
is
provided with a byssus, a bundle of hairs or threads, by which it can anchor to the rock.
In its natural state it is much less fitted for human food than when cultivated. Their civilisation,
as it might be termed, dates back to the year 1236, when the master of a barque,
an Irishman named Walton, was wrecked in the bay or creek of Aiguillon, a few miles
distant from Rochelle. The exile at first supported himself by hunting sea-fowl in the
neighbouring marshes, where he also soon began, being an observant man, to notice certain
peculiarities of mussel life.
[Illustration: THE MUSSEL (Mytilus edulis).]
Walton remarked that many of the mussels attached themselves by preference to that
part of posts or stones a little above the mud of the marshes, and that those so situated
soon became plumper and fatter, and more suitable for edible purposes, than those
buried in the mud. He soon saw the possibilities of a new branch of industry. The
practices he introduced,
wrote a distinguished
French writer, long ago, were
so happily adapted to the requirements
of the new industry, that, after six centuries,
they are still the rules by which
the rich patrimony he created for a
numerous population is governed.
He
placed long rows of twelve-foot posts,
about six feet high out of the watery
mud, and a yard apart, each pair of
which always formed a letter V; in other words, a number of them radiated from
a common centre. The posts were interlaced with a basket-work of branches, so as to
form continuous hurdles; these are now termed bouchots. He also had isolated posts,
and one of his great ideas was, as in oyster culture to-day, to arrest the spat, which
At the present
time these lines of hurdles form a perfect little forest at Aiguillon; there are
about a quarter of a million piles alone. In July the
The whole bay yielded close on half a million pounds sterling some
years ago.
bouchotiers, as the men employed
in this culture are termed, launch their punts, and proceeding to the marshes, detach with
a hook the thickly agglomerated masses of young mussels from the piles, which they gather
in baskets and take to the bouchots, which form a perfect hedge of fascines and branches,
of different heights. Each stage receives the mollusc suitable to it. In the first
stage of its existence the mussel cannot endure exposure to the air, and remains constantly
under water, except at the period of spring tides. These are gathered in sacks
made of old matting, or suspended in interstices of the basket-work. The mussels are
advanced stage after stage until they reach the highest bouchots, which remain out of
water at all tides.
While,
says Figuier, commending the mussel as an important article of food,
we must not conceal the fact that it has produced in certain persons very grave effects,
showing that for them its flesh has the effects of poison. The symptoms, commonly
observed two or three hours after the repast, are weakness or torpor, constriction of the
throat and swelling of the head, accompanied by great thirst, nausea, frequent vomitings,
and eruptions of the skin and severe itching.
The cause of these attacks is not very well ascertained; they have in turn been
ascribed to the presence of the coppery pyrites in the neighbourhood of the mussel; to certain
small crabs which lodge themselves as parasites in the shell of the mussel; to the
spawn of star-fish or medusæ that the mussel may have swallowed. But, probably the true
cause of this kind of poisoning is found in the predisposition of individuals. The remedy is
very simple; an emetic, accompanied by drinking plentifully of slightly acidulated beverage.
They are eaten very freely in most parts of the seaboard of the United States, and the
present writer has eaten them constantly, boiled, stewed with tomatoes, &c., and in soup,
without the slightest bad effects.
[Illustration: ISOLATED PILES COVERED WITH THE SPAWN OF MUSSELS.]
The bivalve par excellence must always be Ostrea edulis, the common oyster. This
mollusc, which some might be inclined to place low in the scale of nature, has really a
complex and delicate organisation. It has a mouth, heart, stomach, liver, and intestines;
its blood is colourless, but it has a true circulation; and it breathes under water, as do
fishes. Having no head,
says Figuier, the oyster can have no brain; the nerves
originate near the mouth, where a great ganglion is visible, whence issue a pair of nerves
which distribute themselves in the regions of the stomach and liver, terminating in a second
ganglion, situated behind the liver. The first nervous branch distributes its sensibility to
the mouth and tentacles; the second, to the respiratory branchiæ. With organs of the
senses oysters are unprovided. Condemned to a sedentary life, riveted to a rock, where they
have been rooted, as it were, in their infancy, they neither see nor hear; touch appears to
be their only sense, and that is placed in the labial tentacles of the mouth.
The oyster
may carry hundreds of thousands of eggs—some say as many as 2,000,000; it ejects them
after a process of incubation. Nothing is more curious than to witness a bank of oysters
in the spawning season, which is usually from the month of June to the end of
Septemr in the open months for oyster-eating is tolerably correct
in Europe, but will not apply to all parts of the world.Harvest of the Sea
; Figuier’s Ocean World
; and from an interesting little brochure entitled The Oyster,
Where, How, and When to Find;
&c.
Oysters are of all sizes, and there are some so large that they require to be carved.
In New York, the paradise of oyster-eaters, they range from the size of a half-crown to
five or six inches long. The shores of Long Island, a distance round of 115 miles, are one
continuous oyster-field, while the one State of Virginia is said to possess nearly 2,000,000
acres of oyster-beds. The Americans are great lovers of the bivalve, which is probably one
of the most wholesome forms of easy nourishment which can possibly be taken. In a stew
with milk, and a little oatmeal, or as soup, they are especially good for invalids, and when
one can take nothing else, he can usually relish oysters. And, as all gastronomers know, they
rather increase than diminish appetite; hence the modern French practice of taking half a
dozen before the soup is served. There is no alimentary substance,
says a French writer,
not even excepting bread, which does not produce indigestion under given circumstances;
but oysters never.... We may eat them to-day, to-morrow, eat them always and in
profusion, without fear of indigestion.
The few who cannot eat them, and there are such,
are really to be commiserated. How highly they are esteemed in some countries is shown
by the fact that some years ago they cost in St. Petersburg a paper rouble, or about a
shilling each; in Stockholm, fivepence each. In England only two or three years ago
they had risen to nearly four-fifths of the latter price; but now, thanks to the extensive
cultivation, and to the importation of excellent American oysters on a large scale, they are
within the reach of all.
Of the quantity of oysters consumed in London alone who can give even an approximate
guess? Fancy, if you can, also, that curiously courteous exchange which goes on every
Christmas between our oyster-eating country cousins and our turkey and goose loving
Londoners. The turkey, the brace of pheasants or hares, has arrived. Such a present,
says the author of The Oyster,
is promptly repaid by a fine cod packed in ice,
and two barrels of oysters. How sweet are these when eaten at a country home, and
opened by yourselves, the barrel being paraded on the table with its head knocked out,
and with the whitest of napkins round it. * * * How sweet it is, too, to open
some of the dear natives for your pretty cousin, and to see her open her sweet
little mouth about as wide as Lesbia’s sparrow did for his lump of—not sugar, it
was not then invented—but lump of honey! How sweet it is, after the young lady
has swallowed her half-dozen, to help yourself! The oyster never tastes sweeter
job
the knife into
your hand!
The Greeks have not said much in praise of oysters, but then they regarded
Britain much as we now do Greenland. The Romans, however, highly appreciated them.
Horace, Martial, and Juvenal, Cicero, Seneca, and Pliny, have all enlarged upon the various
qualities of the oyster; and it was to Sergius Orata that we owe the introduction of
oyster-beds, for he it was that invented the layers or stews for oysters at Baia.
That was in the days when luxury was rampant, and when men of great wealth, like
Licinius Crassus, the leviathan slave-merchant, rose to the highest honours; for this
dealer in human flesh in the boasted land of liberty served the office of consul along with
Pompey the Great, and on one occasion required no less than 10,000 tables to accommodate
all his guests. How many barrels of oysters were eaten at that celebrated dinner, the
Ephemerides
—as Plutarch calls The Times and Morning Post of that day—have omitted
to state; but as oysters then took the place that turtle soup now does at our great City
feeds, imagination may busy itself as it likes with the calculation. All we know is, that
oysters then fetched very long prices at Rome, as the author of the Tabella Ciberia
has not
failed to tell us; and then, as now, the high price of any luxury of the table was sure to
make a liberal supply of it necessary when a man like Crassus entertained half the city as
his guests, to rivet his popularity.
But the Romans had a weakness for the
The Roman emperors later on never failed
to have British oysters at their banquets.
breedy creatures
as our dear old friend
Christopher North calls them in his inimitable Noctes.
In the time of Nero, some sixty
years later, the consumption of oysters in the Imperial City
was nearly as great as it
now is in the World’s Metropolis;
and there is a statement, which I remember to have
read somewhere, that during the reign of Domitian, the last of the twelve Cæsars, a
greater number of millions of bushels were annually consumed at Rome than I should
care to swear to. These oysters, however, were but Mediterranean produce—the small
fry of Circe, and the smaller Lucrinians; and this unreasonable demand upon them quite
Rutupi Portus of the
Itinerary
of which the latter, the Regulbium, near Whitstable, in the mouth of the
Thames, was the northern boundarybreedy
creatures
that glide, or have ever glided,
down the throats of the human race, our
natives
are probably the most delectable.
Vitellius ate oysters four times daily,
and at each meal is said to have got through
1,200 of his own natives! Seneca, who
praised the charms of poverty, ate several
hundred a week. Horace is enthusiastic
about them; he notes the people who first
provided him with them, and the name of
the gourmet who at the first biteThe true lover of an oyster,
says he,
will have some regard for the feelings of his little favourite, and contrive to detach the fish from the shell so
dexterously that the oyster is hardly conscious he has been ejected from his lodging till he
feels the teeth of the
piscivorous gourmet tickling him to death.
When I but see the oyster’s shell,
Where it was raised.
The shell is often an indication of the particular locality
whence it is brought, and no doubt the modern oyster
dealer, if not the ordinary eater, can always tell rightly.
For although London swears by her Milton and Colchester
natives,
Edinburgh has her Pandores and
Aberdours, and Dublin her Carlingfords and Powldoodies
of Burran.
[Illustration: OYSTERS (Ostrea edulis).
A, Oysters of twelve to fifteen months; B, five or six
months; C, three or four months; D, one to two
months; and E, twenty days after birth.]
There is one little spot,
says the author of
the entertaining but veracious little work quoted before,
on the shores of Cornwall which I cannot pass over,
because from it came one of the colonies on the banks
of the Thames from which the Whitstable boats still draw their annual supply. Into
Mount’s Bay, the Helford River, upon which stands the little town of Helstone, empties
itself, opposite Mount St. Michael’s, into the sea, and in the estuary of that little river,
oldest inhabitant,
rented certain
oyster-beds, famous among Cornish gourmets for a breed of oysters, which, it is said, the
Phœnicians, a long time ago,
had discovered to be infinitely preferable to the watery things
they got at home. These Helford oysters are regularly brought to London.... Determined
to make his venture, Tyacke loaded a fishing-smack with the best produce of his beds, and
coasted along the southern shores, till passing round the Isle of Thanet he found himself
in the mouth of the Thames. Little did the elated oyster-dredger think that mouth
would swallow up the whole of his cargo; but so it came to pass. It had long been evident
to those on board that oysters which travel, no less than men, must have rations allowed on
the voyage, if they are to do credit to the land of their birth. Now the voyage had been
long and tedious, and the oysters had not been fed; so Tyacke got into his boat, and
obtained an interview with the owner of the spot when he reached the shore. He asked
permission to lay down his oysters, and feed them. This was granted, and after a few
days the spores of ulva latissima and enteromorpha, and of the host of delicate fibrous plants
which there abound, and all of which are the oyster’s delight, made the whole green and
fat, and in the finest condition for re-shipment. Four days, it is said, will suffice to make
a lean oyster, on such a diet, both green and plump; and Tyacke, joyful at the improvement
which he daily witnessed, let his stock feed on for a week. It was towards evening
that he bethought himself, as the tide was out, that if he meant to reach Billingsgate
by the next morning it would be wise to re-ship his oysters before turning in for the
night. The boat was lowered; but, as he attempted to land, he was warned off by the
owner of the soil, who stood there with several fierce-looking fellows, armed with cutlasses
and fowling-pieces, evidently anticipating the Cornishman’s intention, and determined to
frustrate it at all hazards.
he asked of Tyacke.
was the reply; they were placed there by your
permission, and now I am anxious to re-ship them, to be in time for to-morrow’s market.
replied the Kentishman, I gave you leave to lay down the oysters and feed
them, but not a word was said about re-shipping them. Where they are, there they stay;
and if you persist in trespassing, I shall know what to do.
Poor Tyacke found himself much in the predicament of many a flat who has been picked
up by a sharp. A century ago law was not justice, nor justice law. Perhaps it may not
be so even now, and the story of the lawyer who ate the oyster in dispute, and gave each of
the disputants a shell, may hold as good in our day as it did in that when the author of the
Beggars’ Opera
put it into verse.
It is said that the oyster, a delicate, refined animal, is particularly fond of music. One of the oyster’s historians says that an old ballad is still sung by many a hardy seaman as he trolls his dredging nets:—
The herring loves the merry moonlight,
For he comes of a gentle kind.
Shakspere, it may be remembered, alludes to an oyster crossed in love.
Raised out of his native waters, the oyster makes the voyage to the first station in his
destined travels in company with his kind, and if it occupies a long time, is attentively
supplied with refreshing sea-water. If taken proper care of, he arrives at the wharf as
lively as when first taken from his native element. Witness the excellent American
Blue Points,
now commonly sold in England. Arrived in port, the oyster too often,
however, first becomes sensible of the miseries of slavery, for here he is shovelled into carts
and barrows, and tumbled into sacks, and he may consider himself greatly fortunate if he
gets a drink of salted, not sea, water.
An old adage tells us that He was a bold man who first ate an oyster.
Mr. Bertram
tells us how the discovery was made. Once upon a time a man of melancholy mood was
walking by the shores of a picturesque estuary, and listening to the murmur of the
sad sea
waves
—or, as Mr. Disraeli would say, of the melancholy main
—when he espied a very old
and ugly oyster-shell, all coated over with parasites and weeds. Its appearance was so
unprepossessing that he kicked it aside with his foot; whereupon the mollusc, astonished at
receiving such rude treatment on its own domain, gaped wide with indignation, preparatory
to closing its bivalve still more closely. Seeing the beautiful cream-coloured layers that
shone within the shelly covering, and fancying that the interior of the shell was probably
curious or beautiful, he lifted up the aged native
for further examination, inserting his
finger and thumb within the valves. The irate mollusc, thinking, no doubt, that this was
intended as a further insult, snapped its nacreous portcullis close down upon his finger,
causing him considerable pain. After relieving his wounded digit, our inquisitive gentleman
very naturally put it in his mouth. Delightful!
he exclaimed, opening wide his eyes;
what is this?
and again he sucked his finger. Then flashed upon him the great truth that
he had discovered a new pleasure—had, in fact, opened up to his fellows a source of
immeasurable delight. He proceeded at once to realise the thought. With a stone he opened
the oyster’s threshold, and warily ventured on a piece of the mollusc itself. Delicious!
he
exclaimed; and there and then, with no other condiment than its own juice, without the usual
accompaniment, as we now take it, of foaming brown stout
or pale Chablis
to wash it
down—and, sooth to say, it requires neither—did that solitary, nameless man indulge in
the first oyster-banquet!The Harvest of the Sea.
The authorities all agree, as above, that however good some cooked oysters may be, if
you would have them in their most delicious condition, you must take them au naturel. In
Wilson’s Noctes Ambrosianæ
we find the following:—I never, at any time o’ the year,
had recourse to the cruet till after the lang hunder; and in September, after four months’
fast frae the creturs, I can easily devour them by theirsels, just in their ain liccor, ontill
anither fifty; and then, to be sure, just when I am beginning to be a wee stawed, I apply
first the pepper to a squad; and then, after a score or twa in that way, some dizzen and a half
wi’ vinegar, and finish off, like you, wi’ a wheen to the mustard, till the brodd is naething
but shells.... There’s really no end in nature to the eatin’ of eisters.
Oyster-fishing is pursued in many different ways in different countries. Round Minorca,
divers descend, hammer in hand, and bring up as many as they can carry. On the English
In France,
says Figuier,
oyster-dredging is conducted by fleets of thirty or forty boats, each carrying four or five
men. At a fixed hour, and under the surveillance of a coastguard in a pinnace bearing the
national flag, the flotilla commences the fishing. In the estuary of the Thames the practice
is much the same, although no official surveillance is observed. Each bark is provided with
four or five dredges, each resembling in shape a common clasp purse. These dredges are
formed of network, with a strong iron frame, the iron frame serving the double purpose of
acting as a scraper and keeping the mouth open, while giving a proper pressure as it travels
over the oyster-beds.... The tension of the rope is the signal for hauling in, and
very heterogeneous are the contents of the dredge—seaweeds, star-fishes, lobsters, crabs,
actinia, and stones. In this manner the common oyster-beds on both sides of the Channel
were ploughed up by the oyster-dredger pretty much as the ploughman on shore turns up
a field.
The consequence was that the fields became nearly exhausted. This led to the
scientific cultivation now in vogue, which has proved most thoroughly successful in a
commercial point of view.
In Italy, the Neapolitan Lake Fusaro—the Acheron of so many of the classical poets—is a great oyster-park, dating from the days of the Romans. It is a salt, marshy pond, shaded by magnificent trees; its greatest depth is nowhere more than six feet; its bottom is black, the mud being of volcanic origin. The general idea involved in the oyster cultivation there is the protection of the embryo oyster. The fishermen of Lake Fusaro warehouse, as it were, in protected spots, the oysters ready to discharge the spawn or spat. Upon the bottom of the lake, and all around it, there are round pyramidal heaps of stones and artificial rockeries, surrounded by piles. Other piles have lines suspended from one to the other, each cord bearing a faggot or faggots of young branches and twigs. In the spawning season the young fry, issuing from the parents on the stones or rocks, are arrested by these means. They have, as it were, a resting-place provided for them on the piles and faggots.
The system pursued in France is that introduced by M. Coste, and founded on his study
of the Fusaro park. In 1858 he reported to the Emperor that of twenty-three oyster-beds
which had once existed at Rochelle, Marennes, Rochefort, the Isles of Ré and Oleron, only
five were left, and that at other places formerly famed for oysters a similar mournful statement
must be made. The impulse given by this report has been productive of the most
satisfactory results in France. All along the coast the maritime populations are now actively
engaged in oyster culture. Oyster-parks, in imitation of those at Fusaro, have sprung up.
In his appeal to the Emperor, M. Coste suggested that the State, through the Administration
of Marine, and by means of the vessels at its command, should take steps for sowing the
whole French coast in such a manner as to re-establish the oyster-banks now in ruins, extend
those which were prosperous, and create others anew wherever the nature of the bottom would
permit. The first serious attempt to carry out the views of the distinguished Academician
were made in the Bay of St. Brieuc. In the month of April in the same year in which his
report was received operations commenced by planting 3,000,000 mother-oysters which had
The publicity given to these
facts excited great and practical interest, and in a short time the culture assumed gigantic
proportions. The Bay of Arcachon was transformed into a vast field of production, no less
than 1,200 capitalists, mostly very small ones, associated with an equal number of fishermen,
having up to 1870 planted no less than 988 acres of oysters. In this way the State
organised two model farms for experimental purposes, at the trifling original cost of £114;
it was estimated to be worth £8,000 in 1870, and had 5,000,000 oysters, large and small.
1,200 parks were then in active operations on the Isle of Ré, and 2,000 more in course of
construction.
[Illustration: DREDGING FOR OYSTERS.]
In our own country the Whitstable Company has been most successful. The layings
at Whitstable,
Mr. Bertram tells us, occupy about a mile and a half square, and the oyster-beds
have been so prosperous as to have obtained the name of the
The little Bay of Pont, on the Essex coast, a piece of water sixteen
miles long by three wide, now gives employment to 150 or more boats, the crews of which
are exclusively employed in obtaining brood oysters from eighteen months to two years old
to supply the oyster farmers.
happy fishing grounds.
The Thames, or native
system, is as follows:—Every year there is a regular examination
of the beds, which are so carefully dredged that almost every individual oyster is
examined. The younger ones are placed where they can thrive best, the same being true of
all grades. Dead and sickly oysters are removed, and star-fish and all kinds of enemies
killed.
[Illustration: THE SCALLOP (Pecten).]
The Scallop (Pecten) is not a true oyster, though it may be cooked and treated like
one, with satisfactory results. Its name is derived from the channeled edges and surfaces
peculiar to it, which somewhat resemble the arrangements of the teeth of a comb. Centuries
ago they were known as Pilgrims’ Shells; for in the middle ages the pilgrims were
wont to ornament their habits or hats with these bivalves, of which there are not far from
a couple of hundred known species. They are much more lively animals than the oyster,
being able to shift about from place to place with some degree of agility; this they do by
forcibly ejecting water between their shells, moving on by a kind of recoil. Another
curious bivalve mollusc is the Spondylus, a genus found mostly in the warmer seas, some
of the species of which are highly prized by conchologists. Their strong, brilliantly-coloured
shells bristle with spines and feet. One of the most remarkable species is that
known to naturalists as Spondylus regius, at all times scarce, and at one time extremely
rare. In connection with the last-named mollusc, a story is told by M. Chenu, regarding
an enthusiastic collector. M. R——,
says Chenu, was Professor of Botany to the
Faculty of Paris, and was, as sometimes happens, more learned than rich; he wished,
on the invitation of a stranger, to purchase one of these shells at a very high price,
which might be from 3,000 to 6,000 francs (approximately £120 to £240); the bargain
was made, and the price agreed upon; it was only necessary to pay. The money in the
Professor’s hands made only a part of the sum the merchant was to receive for his shell,
and he would not part with it without payment. M. R——, now consulting his desire
to possess the shell more than his weak resources, made up secretly a parcel of his scanty
plate, and went out to sell it. Without consulting his wife, he replaced his silver plate
by articles of tin, and ran to the merchant to secure his coveted Spondylus, which he
believed to be
S. regius.
[Illustration: SPONDYLUS.]
The hour of dinner arrived, and we may imagine the astonishment of Madame
R——, who could not comprehend the strange metamorphosis of her plate. She delivered
herself of a thousand painful conjectures on the subject. M. R——, on his part,
returned home happy with his shell, which he had committed to the safe custody of a
box placed in his coat pocket. But as he approached the house he paused, and began
for the first time to think of the reception he might meet with. The reproaches which
awaited him, however, were compensated when he thought of the treasure he carried home.
Finally, he reached home, and Madame R——’s wrath was worthy of the occasion;
the poor man was overwhelmed with the grief he had caused his wife; his courage altogether
forsook him. He forgot his shell, and in his trepidation, seated himself on a chair
without the necessary adjustment of his garment. He was only reminded of his treasure by
hearing the crushing sound of the breaking box which contained it. Fortunately the damage
done was not very great—two spines only of the shell were broken; but the good man’s
grief made so great an impression on Madame R——, that she no longer thought of her
own loss, but directed all her efforts to console the simple-minded philosopher.
It may be added that these curious bivalve molluscs are very commonly associated with branches of coral, to which they adhere firmly.
The Univalves—A Higher Scale of Animal—The Gasteropoda—Limpets—Used for Basins in the Straits of Magellan—Spiral and Turret Shells—The Cowries—The Mitre Shells—The Purpuras—Tyrian Purple—The Whelk—The Marine Trumpet—The Winged-feet Molluscs—The Cephalopodous Molluscs—The Nautilus—Relic of a Noble Family—The Pearly Nautilus and its Uses—The Cuttle-fish—Michelet’s Comments—Hugo’s Actual Experiences—Gilliatt and his Combat—A Grand Description—The Devil-Fish—The Cuttle-Fish of Science—A Brute with Three Hearts—Actual Examples contrasted with the Kraken—A Monster nearly Captured—Indian Ink and Sepia—The Argonauta—The Paper Nautilus.
And now, the bivalves having had their turn, let us direct our attention to a higher class of
animals, to which nature has been more generous. They, unlike the first-named molluscs,
have heads. This head,
says Figuier, is still carried humbly; it is not yet
The Acephalous, or os sublime
dedit; it is drawn along an inch or so from the ground, and in no respect resembles
the proud and magnificent organ which crowns and adorns the body of the greater and more
powerfully organised animals.headless,
must now make way for the
Cephalous, or headed mollusca. These again are divided by the scientists into three great
classes, the Gasteropoda, Pteropoda, and Cephalopoda.
The title of the Gasteropoda is derived from two Greek words signifying belly and foot;
the raison d’être of that title being that these animals progress by means of flattened discs
placed under their bellies. The snail, slug, and cowrie, are leading types of this class.
In the Pteropoda (from Greek words signifying wing and foot) locomotion is effected
by membranous fins or wings.
Lastly, the Cephalopoda are so called because they have prominently, as a class,
[Illustration: THE LIMPET (Patella).]
The vastness of the subject precludes the possibility of details, and for evident
reasons a few of those inhabiting the sea itself can only be
considered here. Among the Gasteropods,
as they are
familiarly termed, the limpets constitute a numerous family.
The scientific name Patella (a deep dish or knee-cap) was given
to them by Linnæus, the form of their shells fully warranting
the title. Some of them are oval, others circular; but all
terminate in an elliptic cone. Otherwise they are varied
enough, some being smooth, but others having ridges or
scales on the outer surface, the edges being often dentated.
Their colours are very varied. The head of the animal itself
has two horns and two eyes; its foot is a thick fleshy disc,
and when it means to hold on to a rock we all know
how difficult it is to dislodge it, for the said foot becomes a kind of sucker. Some of
those from the coast of Africa and the Antilles, &c., have elegant forms, as witness Patella
umbella, P. granatina, P. longicosta, and others. Although often eaten,
they are very tough and indigestible. In Southern seas they attain
to a great size; for example, in the Straits of Magellan the natives
use for culinary purposes species as large as a slop-basin.
[Illustration: TURBO.]
[Illustration: TROCHUS.]
Well-known shells are also those of many species of Trochus; the
spiral shell has literally a spiral animal inside it. So also some of
the fifty species of Turbo, which are often marbled in beautiful colours
outwardly and superbly nacred within. So again the winding pyramidal
shells of the Turritella, many of which are found in every sea. And once
more, what mantelpiece of old was not adorned with a pair or more of cowrie shells
(Cypræ), natives of every sea! They range from the little whitish money cowrie, actually
used in place of coin in parts of Africa to-day,
to handsome shells of large size. The animal
which inhabits this shell is elongated, and has
a head with a pair of long tentacles, each
having a very large eye. The foot, as one
example specially will show (Cypræ tigris) is
an oval sucker, capable of great tenacity.
[Illustration: THE COWRIE (Cypræa tigris).]
In every conchologist’s collection will be
found some of the mitre shells, so called from
their resemblance to a bishop’s mitre, and
principally obtained from Indian and Australian
seas. So, again, the Voluta, with
their oval and graceful forms. The animal
inhabiting the latter has a very large head, provided with two tentacles and a mouth furnished
with hooked teeth. The foot is very large and projects from the whole mouth of the
Conus genus, the title of which sufficiently indicates its general form, and some of the
shells of which command high prices. These generally tropical shells are more uniform
in shape than many just mentioned, but
they are most beautifully varied in colour
and minor details. The residents
have large heads with snouts, while their
mouths are furnished with horny teeth.
Every good collection, too, is sure to
contain examples of the genus Cassis,
principally from the Indian Ocean.
[Illustration: VOLUTA.]
[Illustration: CONUS.]
Among the one-shell molluscs the
Purpuras bear an honoured name; for
did they not furnish the Greeks and
Romans with the brilliant purple colouring matter which was reserved for the mantles
of princes and patricians! The genus Purpura is characterised as possessing an oval
shell, thick pointed. The animal itself has a large head, furnished with two swollen conical
tentacles close together, and bearing an eye towards the middle of
their external side. By means of a large foot they creep about in
pursuit of bivalves. The larger and more important
kinds come from the warmer seas, especially those surrounding
the West Indies and Australia.
The purple mentioned in the Scriptures in connection
with fine linen was that of the Phœnicians, and
came from Tyre. Sir William Wilde discovered not far
from the ruins of that city several circular excavations
in a rocky cliff, and in these he found a great number of
crushed and broken shells of Purpura. He believed that
they had been bruised in great masses by the Tyrian workmen for the manufacture of
the dye. Shells of the same species (Murex trunculus) are commonly found on the same
coast at the present day. Aristotle says that the Tyrian dye was taken from two
molluscs inhabiting the Phœnician coasts
and seas. According to the great Greek
philosopher, one of these had a very large
shell, consisting of seven turns of the
spire, studded with spines, and terminating
in a strong beak; the other had a
much smaller shell. It is thought that
the latter is to be found in the Purpura
lapillus, which abounds in the English Channel. Reaumur and Duhamel both obtained
a purple colour from it, which they applied as a dye, and found permanent. The real
secret of the production of the Tyrian purple remains undiscovered to-day.
[Illustration: PURPURA LAPILLUS.]
The genus Buccinum resembles that of the Purpura in many respects. The common
[Illustration: MUREX.]
[Illustration: HARPA.]
[Illustration: CLEODORA.]
The genus Harpa includes some beautifully marked and coloured shells, of which H.
ventricosa is an attractive example. These are chiefly found in the Indian Ocean. The
Rock Shells (Murex) abound in every sea, but are finer and more branching in the
warmer ones. They are remarkable for bright colours and fantastic forms. The shell is
oblong with a long spire attached, its surface often covered with rows of branching
spines. The genus Triton, of which about one hundred species are known, is
ranged with the genus Murex, on account of points of similarity. The Marine Trumpet
(Triton variegatum) which sometimes attains a length of sixteen inches, is a fine example.
The genus Strombus includes among its species the great roughly ornamental shells,
often used for grottoes or rockeries. Some of the streets of Vera Cruz are said to be
paved with them. Oddest and most remarkable of all the marine shells to be found in the
naturalist’s collection are those of the genus Pteroceras. They are of fresh and brilliantly
shaded colours.
[Illustration: STROMBUS.]
[Illustration: TRITON.]
And now to the Pteropoda, practically winged feet
molluscs, the position of which
in scientific nomenclature many think unsatisfactory. This is, however, of little consequence
to the general reader. These curious little molluscs can pass through the deep blue seas
they usually inhabit rapidly, reminding us strongly of the movements of a butterfly or
some other winged insect. They can ascend to the surface very suddenly, turn themselves
in a determinate space, or rather swim without appearing to change their place,
while sustaining themselves at the same height.
If,
continues Figuier, anything
alarms them, they fold up their flappers and descend to such a depth in their watery world
as will give them the security they seek. Thus they pass their lives in the open sea far
from any other shelter except that yielded by the gulf weed and other algæ. In appearance
and habits these small and sometimes microscopic creatures resemble the fry of some
other forms of mollusca. They literally swarm both in tropical and arctic seas; and
are sometimes so numerous as to colour the ocean for leagues. They are the principal food
of whales and sea-birds in high latitudes, rarely approaching the coast. Only one or two
species have been accidentally taken on our shores, and those evidently driven thither
by currents into which they have been entangled, or by tempests which have stirred the
waters with a power beyond theirs. Dr. Leach states that in 1811, during a tour to
the Orkneys, he observed on the rocks of the Isle of Staffa several mutilated specimens of
Professor Huxley
has told us that they have auditory organs, are sensible of light and heat, and probably
of odours, but that they possess very imperfect eyes and tentacles. They have respiratory
organs, hearts and livers, and are undeniably social and gregarious, swarming
together in great numbers.
Clio borealis. Some days after, having borrowed a large shrimp net, and rowing along the
coast of Mull, when the sea, which had been extremely stormy, had become calm, he
succeeded in catching one alive, which is now in the British Museum.
We now approach the highest class of the mollusca—on paper, only, be it observed, for in actual life most of them are either nearly unapproachable, or, at all events, are most undesirable acquaintances.
The cephalopodous molluscs,
says Figuier, a writer who in descriptive powers is an
artistic scientist and a scientific artist, are indeed highly organised for molluscs, for they
possess in a high degree the sense of sight, hearing, and touch. They appear with the
earlier animals which present themselves on the earth, and they are numerous even now,
although they are far from playing the important part that was assigned to them in the
early ages of organic life upon our planet. The Ammonites and Belemnites existed by
thousands among the beings which peopled the seas during the secondary epoch in the
history of the globe.
The Cephalopods were divided by Professor Owen into two great
orders, Tetrabranchiata, or animals having four gills, and the Dibranchiata, having
two gills. The first order has at this epoch but one genus, that of Nautilus. This
group of animals belongs emphatically to the earlier ages of our globe, is becoming
gradually extinct, and presents in our days only some species very rare and few, especially
when we compare them with the prodigious numbers of these beings which animated the
seas of the ancient world.
It is a fact that the empty shells of the nautilus are more
commonly found floating on the ocean than those which are inhabited. No doubt the living
nautilus falls a prey either to larger marine animals, or, likely enough, to sea-fowl. Is it
not also possible that the lone animal, knowing the fate of its ancestors, and how they
lie buried in barren strata, overwhelmed with melancholy apprehensions of his own future,
jumps overboard and drowns himself? This suggestion is not to be found among the
recognised authorities.
On the sea this scion of a decayed family is a graceful object, and in fine weather
projects his head and tentacles, and takes a general inspection of the ocean. On land,
however, he does not shine to so much advantage, for there he has to drag himself over
the ground, head down and body and shell up. The shell has a regularly convoluted form,
and is divided into cells; doubtless this it was that gave the idea to the inventor of water-tight
compartments. Through these passes a tube for respiration. In the outermost partition
is the owner of the ship, covered by its mantle as a captain would be with pea-jacket
or sou’-wester. The animal possesses numerous tentacles, and has two great eyes,
enabling it to keep a good look-out.
The Pearly Nautilus, common in the Indian seas, is sometimes used for food. Its shell occasionally attains to a height of eight inches, and is said to be even now used by Hindoo priests as the conch with which they summon their followers to prayers. A very fine nacre is yielded, which is used in ornamental work. The Orientals make drinking-cups of it, and adorn it with engraved devices. Many a retired old sea-captain has such about his house to-day; and before the world became so familiar with Asiatic productions they were often found in the houses of the wealthy.
[Illustration: THE COMMON NAUTILUS (Nautilus pompilius.)]
The order Dibranchiata contains six families, mostly of formidable and repulsive nature.
They include cuttle-fish, squids, and argonauts, and these must mainly occupy our attention.
What wonderful things have not been written about them! The French have found in them
a fertile theme.
It is now,
says Michelet, however, necessary to describe a much graver world—a
world of rapine and of murder. From the very beginning, from the first appearance of life,
violent death appeared; sudden refinement, useful but cruel purification of all which has
In the more ancient formations of the Old World we find two murderers—a nipper and
a sucker. The first is revealed to us by the imprint of the trilobite,
an order now lost, the most destructive of extinct beings. The
second subsists in one gigantic fragment, a beak nearly two feet in
length, which was that of a great sucker, or cuttle-fish (
sepia). If
we may judge from such a beak, this monster—if the other parts of
the body were in proportion—must have been enormous; its ventose
invincible arms, of perhaps twenty or thirty feet, like those of some
monstrous spider. In making war on the molluscs he remains
mollusc also; that is to say, always an embryo. He presents the
strange—almost ridiculous, if it were not also terrible—appearance
of an embryo going to war; of a fœtus
furious and cruel, soft and transparent,
but tenacious, breathing with a murderous
breath—for it is not for food
alone that it makes war: it has the
wish to destroy. Satiated, and even
bursting, it still destroys. Without
defensive armour, under its threatening murmurs there is
no peace; its safety is to attack. It regards all creatures
as a possible enemy. It throws about its long arms, or
rather thongs, armed with suckers, at
random.
Victor Hugo’s description of the
monster, the devil-fish (or octopus), with
whom poor Gilliatt has that terrible encounter, will not fade from the
mind of any one who has once read it. The poet-novelist tells us
that he founded his narration on facts that came under his own
notice. Near Breck-Hou, in Sark,
says he, they show a cave
where a devil-fish, a few years since, seized and drowned a lobster-fisher.... He
who writes these lines has seen with his own eyes,
at Sark, in the cavern called the Boutiques, a
pieuvre (cuttle-fish)
swimming, and pursuing a bather. When captured and killed, this
specimen was found to be four English feet broad, and one could count
its four hundred suckers. The monster thrust them out convulsively,
in the agony of death.
Hugo’s wonderful description of the monster, though often technically wrong, principally from exaggeration, must have some place here. He grasps the facts of nature with the appreciation of the artist rather than of the scientist.
It is difficult,
writes he, for those who have not seen it to believe in the
existence of the devil-fish. Compared to this creature the ancient hydras are
insignifi
If terror were the object of its creation, nothing could be more
perfect than the devil-fish.
The whale has enormous bulk, the devil-fish is comparatively small;
the tararaca makes a hissing noise, the devil-fish is mute; the rhinoceros
has a horn, the devil-fish has none; the scorpion has a dart, the devil-fish
has no dart; the shark has sharp fins, the devil-fish has no fins; the
vespertilio-bat has wings with claws, the devil-fish has no wings; the
porcupine has his spines, the devil-fish has no spines; the sword-fish has
his sword, the devil-fish has no sword; the torpedo has its electric spark,
the devil-fish has none; the toad has its poison, the devil-fish has none;
the viper has its venom, the devil-fish has no venom; the lion has its
talons, the devil-fish has no talons; the griffon has its beak,
the devil-fish has no beak; the crocodile has its jaws, the devil-fish
has no teeth.
The devil-fish has no muscular organisation, no menacing
cry, no breastplate, no horn, no dart, no claw, no tail with
which to hold or bruise, no cutting fins, or wings with nails,
no prickles, no sword, no electric discharge, no poison, no talons,
no beak, no teeth. Yet he is, of all creatures, the most formidably
armed. What, then, is the devil-fish? It is the sea-vampire.
The swimmer who, attracted by the beauty of the spot,
ventures among breakers in the open sea, where the still waters
hide the splendours of the deep, or in the
hollows of unfrequented rocks, in unknown caverns abounding in
sea-plants, testacea and crustacea, under the deep portals of the ocean,
runs the risk of meeting it. If that fate should be yours, be not
curious, but fly. The intruder enters there dazzled, but quits the
spot in terror.
This frightful apparition, which is always possible among the
rocks in the open sea, is a greyish form which undulates in the
water. It is the thickness of a man’s arm, and its length nearly
five feet. Its outline is ragged. Its form resembles an umbrella
closed, and without handle. This irregular mass advances slowly
towards you. Suddenly it opens, and eight radii issue abruptly from
around a face with two eyes. These radii are alive; their undulation
is like lambent flames; they resemble, when opened, the spokes of
a wheel of four or five feet in diameter. A terrible expansion! It springs upon its prey.
The devil-fish harpoons its victim.
It winds around the sufferer, covering and entangling him in its long folds.
Under
It has an aspect like gangrened or scabrous fish. It is a monstrous embodiment of
disease.
It adheres closely to its prey, and cannot be torn away—a fact which is due to
its power of exhausting air. The eight antennæ, large at their roots, diminish gradually,
and end in needle-like points. Underneath each of these feelers range two rows of
pustules, decreasing in size, the largest ones near the head, the smaller at the extremities.
Each row contains twenty-five of these. There are, therefore, fifty pustules to each feeler,
and the creature possesses in the whole four hundred. These pustules are capable of acting
like cupping glasses. They are cartilaginous substances, cylindrical, horny, and livid. Upon
the large species they diminish gradually from the diameter of a five-franc piece to the
size of a split pea. These small tubes can be thrust out and withdrawn by the animal
at will. They are capable of piercing to a depth of more than one inch.
This sucking apparatus has all the regularity and delicacy of a key-board. It stands
forth at one moment and disappears the next. The most perfect sensitiveness cannot
equal the contractibility of these suckers—always proportioned to the internal movement
of the animal and its exterior circumstances. The monster is endowed with the qualities
of the sensitive plant.
This animal is the same as those which mariners call poulps, which science designates
Cephalopoda, and which ancient legends call krakens. It is the English sailors who call
them devil-fish,
and sometimes bloodsuckers. In the Channel Islands they are called
pieuvres.
They are rare at Guernsey, very small at Jersey; but near the island of Sark are
numerous and very large....
When swimming the devil-fish rests, so to speak, in its sheath. It swims with
all its parts drawn close. It may be likened to a sleeve sewn up with a closed fish
within. The protuberance which is the head pushes the water aside, and advances with
a vague undulatory movement. Its two eyes, though large, are indistinct, being of the
colour of the water.
When in ambush, or seeking its prey, it retires into itself, grows smaller, and condenses
itself. It is then scarcely distinguishable in the submarine twilight. At such times
it looks like a mere ripple in the water. It resembles anything except a living creature.
The devil-fish is crafty. When its victim is unsuspicious, it opens suddenly. A glutinous
mass, endowed with a malignant will, what can be more horrible?
It is in the most beautiful azure depths of the limpid water that this hideous,
voracious polyp delights. It always conceals itself—a fact which increases its terrible
associations. When they are seen, it is almost invariably after they have been captured.
At night, however, and particularly in the hot season, the devil-fish becomes phosphorescent.
The devil-fish not only swims, it walks. It is partly fish, partly reptile. It crawls
It has no blood, no bones, no flesh. It is soft and flabby: a skin with nothing
inside. Its eight tentacles may be turned inside out, like the fingers of a glove. It
has a single orifice in the centre of its radii, which appears at first to be neither the
vent nor the mouth. It is, in fact, both one and the other. The orifice performs
a double function. The entire creature is cold.
The jelly-fish of the Mediterranean is repulsive. Contact with that animated
gelatinous substance which envelops the bather, in which the hands sink, and the nails
scratch ineffectively, which can be torn without killing it, and which can be plucked off
without entirely removing it—that fluid and yet tenacious creature which slips through
the fingers, is disgusting; but no horror can equal the sudden apparition of the devil-fish,
that Medusa with its eight serpents.
Let us examine the creatures scientifically.
The bodies of these formidable animals are soft and fleshy, while the head protrudes;
it is gifted with the usual organs of sense, the eyes being particularly prominent.
Not to oppress the reader with anatomical details,
says Figuier, we shall just remark
that the gaze of the cuttle-fish is decided and threatening. Its projecting eyes and
golden-coloured iris are said to have something fascinating in them.
The mouth is
armed with a pair of horny mandibles or beaks, not unlike those of a parrot, and is
surrounded by a number of fleshy tentacles, provided, in most species, with numerous
suckers, and even claws. The arms or tentacles serve for all purposes—locomotion,
swimming, offence, and defence. The suckers occupy all the internal surface of the
eight tentacular arms, and each arm carries about 240 of them. The cuttle-fish,
says the writer last quoted, would be at no loss to reply to the question of the Don
Diego of Corneille—
Rodrique, as-tu du cœur?
for they have three hearts.
After that it need not be stated that they possess
respiratory organs and a blood circulation. Man and woman can blush and change
colour; so can the cuttle-fish; but it turns darker instead of paler, and its emotion has
another effect—numerous little warts suddenly appear on its surface.
In spite of the exaggerations of some writers, the size of many of these animals
is very large, as has been attested by trustworthy authorities. Mr. Beale,Vide The Natural History and Fishery of the Sperm Whale.
[Illustration: THE OCTOPUS (Octopus vulgaris.)]
Who has not heard of the kraken, the terror of the northern seas? Naturalists and
others long ago gave credence to the assertions of certain Scandinavian writers who believed
themselves in the existence of a great sea-monster capable of arresting and annihilating
vessels. This kraken was made to embrace a three-masted vessel in its arms. If,
says
laughing De Montfort, my kraken takes with them, I shall make it extend its arms
to both shores of the Straits of Gibraltar.
A Bishop of Bergen assured the world that a
whole regiment could easily manœuvre on the back of the kraken. All this, however,
probably arose from the observation of
some extraordinarily large specimen.
An apparently well-authenticated fact is
the following, vouched for by a French
naval officer, and the then French Consul
at the Canaries.
The steam corvette Alecton fell in,
between Teneriffe and Madeira, with
a sea-monster of the cuttle kind, said
to be fifty feet long, without counting
its eight arms; it had two fleshy fins;
they estimated its weight at close on
two tons. The commander allowed
shots to be fired at it, one of which
evidently hit the animal in a vital
part, for the waves were stained with
blood. A strong musky odour was
noticed. This is characteristic of many
of the cephalopods.
The musket shots not having produced the desired results, harpoons were employed,
but they took no hold on the soft, impalpable flesh of the marine monster. When it escaped
from the harpoon, it dived under the ship, and came up again at the other side. They
succeeded at last in getting the harpoon to bite, and in passing a bowline hitch round the
posterior part of the animal. But when they attempted to hoist it out of the water the rope
penetrated deeply into the flesh, and separated it into two parts, the head with the arms and
tentacles dropping into the sea and making off, while the fins and posterior parts were brought
on board: they weighed about forty pounds.
The crew wished to pursue it in a boat, but
the commander refused, fearing that they might be capsized. It is probable,
says
M. Moquin-Tandon,The World of the Sea.
M. Tandon is commenting on the account published by M. Sabin Barthelot, then
French Consul at the Canary Islands.that this colossal mollusc was sick, or exhausted by a recent
struggle with some other monster of the deep.
Most of the cephalopods secrete a blackish fluid, which they can eject in moments of danger, and thus cloud themselves in obscurity. This fluid was known to the Romans, who made ink from it. It is the leading ingredient in Indian ink and sepia to-day. A story is told of an English officer abroad who went out just before dinner-time for a walk on the beach, where he came across a cuttle-fish sheltering under a hollow rock. For a time each watched the other in mute astonishment, but the cuttle-fish had the best of it in the end. The aroused animal suddenly ejected a fountain of its black fluid over the officer’s trousers, which was the more annoying inasmuch as they were of white duck!
The bone of the cuttle, powdered, has long been used, in combination with chalk, &c.,
as a dentifrice, so that the monstrum horrendum
of Virgil is of some use in the
world.
The sixth family of the Dibranchiata contains only one genus, Argonauta, of which
the paper nautilus is a pleasing example. Floating gracefully on the surface of the sea,
trimming its tiny sail to the breeze, just sufficient to ruffle the surface of the waves, behold
the exquisite living shallop! The elegant little bark which thus plays with the current is
no work of human hands, but a child of nature: it is the argonaut, whose tribes, decked
in a thousand brilliant shades of colour, are wanderers of the night in innumerable swarms
on the ocean’s surface!
The Greek and Roman poets saw in it an elegant model of the
ship which the skill and audacity of the man constructed who first braved the fury of the
waves. To meet it was considered a happy omen. O fish justly dear to navigators!
sang Oppian; thy presence announces winds soft and friendly: thou bringest the calm,
and thou art the sign of it!
Aristotle and Pliny both gave careful descriptions of it. In
India the shell fetches a great price, and women consider it a fine ornament. Dancing-girls
carry them, and gracefully wave them over their heads.
The paper nautilus has more than its little sail to assist its progression; it is able to eject water against the waves, and so move onward. They are timid and cautious creatures, live in families, and are almost always found far out at sea: they never approach the shore.
The Crustaceans, a Crusty Set—Young Crabs and their Peculiarities—Shells and no Shells—Powers of Renewal—The
Biter Bit—Cocoa-nut eating Crabs—Do Crabs like Boiling?—The Land Crab and his Migrations—Nigger Excitement—The
King Crab—The Hut Crab—A True Yarn—The Hermit or Soldier Crab—Pugnaciousness—Crab War and Human
War—Prolific Crustaceans—Raising Lobster-pots—Technical Differences—How do Lobsters shed their Shells?—Fishermen’s
Ideas—Habits of the Lobster—Its Fecundity—The Supply for Billingsgate—The Season-Lobster Frolics
in British North America—Eel-grass—Cray-fish, Prawns, and Shrimps.
In the Crustacea we find the lowest form of articulate animals. They possess feet, breathe
through gills, and derive their name from their hard crusty covering, which is mainly
carbonate of lime with colouring matter. They have nearly all of them claws, which
most of them know well how to employ offensively. They have been compared,
says
to the heavily-armed knights of the middle ages—at once audacious and cruel;
barbed in steel from head to foot, with visor and corselet, arm-pieces and thigh-pieces—scarcely
anything, in fact, is wanting to complete the resemblance.
They possess the power
of throwing off their calcareous covering, when they become, for the nonce, as vulnerable as
they had been before formidable.
Among all the curious and quaint forms of animal life to be found in the sea,
says Lord, few for grotesque oddity can equal the baby crabs, or
Zoëa, as they are
sometimes called. These interesting infants are not the least like their papa or mamma,
and no respectable or fully-matured male or female crab would ever own them as his
or her offspring. An elfish little creature is the juvenile crab, with a head scarcely deserving
the name, and a pair of goggle bull’s-eyes as of two policemen’s lanterns rolled into one,
a tail vastly too long for him, and an anti-garotte spear, quite as long as his absurd little
body, attached to the spot where his coat-collar should be.... Master Crab’s internal
economy is just as curious as his external skeleton. One pair of jaws one would be
disposed to think sufficient for any living creature of reasonable requirements, but he
possesses eight, and instead of exposing his teeth to the examination of the critical in
matters of dentition, he carries them safely stowed away in the interior of his stomach,
where they would be excessively hard to get at in cases of crustacean toothache. With
such appliances as these the food cannot well be otherwise than perfectly masticated. A crab’s
liver is an odd organ to contemplate, and constitutes a considerable portion of the soft
interior of the shell-like box in which the heart and other viscera are lodged. That
well-known delicacy known as the cream
or fat
of the crab is liver, and nothing else. The
lungs, or gills, are formed by those fringe-like appendages popularly known as the dead
men’s fingers.
The shell-shifting process before referred to is common to all crustaceans;
and our friend the crab, when he feels his corselet getting rather tight for him, manages
by some extraordinary process not only to extricate himself from it, together with his
shell-gauntlets, and the powerful nippers with which he is provided, but performs other
feats, compared with which those of the Davenport Brothers sink into utter insignificance.
Nearly all the crustaceans are hardy and destructive, and fight not merely their
enemies, but among each other. It matters little to them whether they lose a claw or a
tail, for after a few weeks of repose those members grow again. Tandon records the
fact that lobsters which in an unfortunate encounter lost a limb, sick and debilitated,
reappear at the end of a few months with a perfect limb, vigorous, and ready for service.
On the Spanish coast a certain crab is caught for its claw alone, which is considered
excellent eating; this is pulled off, and the mutilated animal thrown back into the sea,
likely enough to be retaken, and the same process repeated at some future time. Crustaceans
are nearly all carnivorous, and are by no means particular what they eat. Some
of them, however, show considerable appreciation for the oyster. Sometimes they eat each
other. Mr. Rymer Jones tells a story of one which attacked and commenced to eat one
And these have smaller still to bite ’em,
And so proceed,ad infinitum.
Some crustaceans, however, adopt a vegetable diet. The Robber Crab of the Polynesian Islands can not merely open a cocoa-nut, but also enjoy its contents. The crab begins by tearing off the fibre at the extremity where the fruit is, always choosing the right hand. When this is removed, it strikes it with its great claws until an opening is made; it then inserts its slender claws, and by wriggling and turning itself about removes the contents of the nut.
[Illustration: CRABS (Cancer pagurus).]
The proper mode of boiling crabs has long been a subject on which doctors have
disagreed. Who, then, shall decide? That there is cruelty associated with the taking away
of life it would be hard to deny, but the correctness of choice between gradual stewing
in slowly-heated water and being plunged at once into the seething, bubbling cauldron
requires the revelations of a boiled crab
to clear up; and until a crustacean production
under that or a like title appears, we shall continue to plunge our armour-clad
victims in water at 212 degrees of Fahrenheit’s thermometer, and leave the question as to
the propriety of our so doing to those who are disposed to grapple with the subject for
its own sake.
The West India Islands possess in the Land Crab (Gecarcinus ruricola) a kind of
crustacean highlander, who retreats into the uplands at certain times in the year. As the
spawning season approaches a mighty gathering of the clans takes place, and whole legions,
unwarned by fiery cross or blazing beacon, hasten forth to join the living tide flowing onward
towards the sea. Through the tangled jungle, down the rock-strewed ravine, over fallen tree-trunks,
and among the dense undergrowth of the forest, in ceaseless, creeping, crawling,
scuttling thousands, still they come onward, and ever onward, as the bright stars shine out
to light them on their way. Banks, hedges, walls, and even houses, are passed straight over
in this crustacean steeplechase, no flags being needed to keep the mail-clad competitors to
the true course. Instinct the guide, and the blue sea for a goal, nothing stops the race.
Cuffee and his companions, who have been gossiping and story-telling beneath their
cocoa-leaf roofs until half asleep, appear to become most violent and incurable lunatics, on
suddenly becoming aware of the nocturnal exodus. They leap high in the air, shout, scream,
and dance like fiends, whilst the most ready-witted of the crew dash off to
de massa
with
the startling news. Hi, golly, sa! de crab! de crab! He come for sure, this time, sure
’nuff. Plenty catch um bime by;
and Cuffee keeps his word to the letter, and captures the
pilgrims by the basketful, in spite of their claws. And black-faced, woolly-headed Aunt
Lilly, the cook, shows her teeth, like ivory dominoes in an ebony box, as visions of white-snow-like
rice, cocoa-nut milk, capsicum-pods, and stewpans, pass in pleasing and appetising
review before her; and massa
himself takes an extra pull at the cold-sangaree jug, sleeps
pleasantly, and dreams of the crab-feast on the morrow.
[Illustration: THE WEST INDIAN LAND CRAB (Gecarcinus ruricola).]
The King Crab of the eastern seas grows sometimes to an enormous size, while the lance-shaped
spear with which he is furnished is used by the Malays as a warlike instrument.
Then, for a contrast, there’s the little nut-crab, with his queer little legs tucked up under his
chanced
one day, when on shore for a cruise, to become possessed of a goodly number of these
Well!
exclaimed he; blow me if this aint too much of the monkey! Why,
look ye here, messmates! These here blessed stones have come to life, every man Jack of
’em. They’ve chawed up all my bacca, and spent every mag of my money! and now I’ll
And
so he did, no doubt to the intense gratification of the falsely-accused crabs.
[Illustration: THE HERMIT CRAB (Pagurus Bernhardus).]
The Hermit, or Soldier, Crab, with the exception of a kind of cuirass, or head-piece, has
a soft, yielding skin. Knowing his own weakness, he invariably entrenches himself in some
safe place, not unfrequently emptying the shell of some other marine animal. When he
outgrows his borrowed habitation he looks out for some larger dwelling. He is a very
timid creature, and retires at the least alarm. On the other hand, among his kind he is
strong, voracious, and cruel. Two hermit crabs cannot meet without a fight brewing, but
it rarely comes off. Each extends his long pincers, and seems to try to touch the other,
much as a spider does, when it seeks to seize a fly on its most vulnerable side; but each
finding the other armed in proof and perfectly protected, though eager to fight, usually adopts
the better part of valour, and prudently withdraws. They often have true passages of arms,
nevertheless, in which claws are spread out and displayed in the most threatening manner,
the two adversaries tumbling head over heels, and rolling one upon the other, but they get
more frightened than hurt.
Mr. Gosse, however, describes a struggle which had a tragic
end. A hermit met a brother hermit pleasantly lodged in a shell much more spacious than
his own. He seized it by the head with his powerful claws, tore it from its asylum with
the speed of lightning, and took its place not less promptly, leaving the dispossessed unfortunate
struggling on the sand in convulsions of agony. Our battles,
says Bonnet, have
rarely such important objects in view;
A young poet
of to-daythey fight each other for a house.our wars—
Tell me, tell me, is this glory?
Only murder, all the same!
Both crabs and lobsters are amazingly prolific, and lay an enormous number of eggs: it is computed that each female produces from 12,000 to 20,000 in a season; and yet these shell-fish are always dear in London! In France, Figuier tells us, the size of the marketable lobster is regulated by law, and fixed at a minimum of eight inches in length: all under that length are contraband. The London market is supplied from every part of our coasts, and very largely from Norway. At Kamble, near Southampton, one owner has storing-ponds, or tanks, for 50,000 at a time; and he has his own smacks constantly running to the coasts of France, Scotland, and Ireland.
The Lobster (Homarus vulgaris) is found in great abundance all round our coasts. Who
that has frequented our seaside watering-places has not either gone out to assist in hauling
up the lobster-pots, or, at all events, seen the fishermen returning with their spoils? And
what can be finer than a lobster boiled, say not more than half an hour after his capture
from the briny? He tastes very unlike the poor creature which has been conveyed by boat
Mr. Pennant says that large lobsters are in their best season from the middle of October
to the beginning of May. The smaller ones are good all the summer. If they are four-and-a-half
inches long from the top of the head to the end of the back shell they are
called sizable
lobsters; if under four inches, half-size,
and two are reckoned as one of
size. Under four inches, they are called pawks.
There is little doubt that up to a certain age lobsters shed their shells annually, but
the mode of performance is not quite understood to-day. It is supposed that the old
shell is cast, and that the animal retires to some lurking-place till the new covering acquires
consistence to contend with his armour-clad congeners.... The most probable conjecture
is that the shell sloughs off piecemeal, as it does in the cray-fish. The greatest
mystery of all, perhaps, is the process by which the lobster withdraws the fleshy part of its
claws from their calcareous covering. Fishermen say the lobster pines before casting its
shell, and thus gets thin, so as to permit of its withdrawing its members from it.
He
sheds tears first, and shell second.
The common English lobster, as seen in the fishmonger’s shop, is very unlike his
relatives beneath the waves. The curled-up form,
says Major Lord, in which he is
seen when so exposed is not that usually assumed in his own element, except in the act
of exerting its immense powers of retrograde motion. These are so great that one sudden
downward sweep of its curiously-constructed oar-like tail is sufficient to send it like an arrow,
three or four and twenty feet, with the most extraordinary precision, thereby enabling our
friend to retreat with the greatest rapidity into nooks, corners, and crevices among the rocks,
where pursuit would be hopeless. His eyes being arranged on foot-stalks, or stems, are free
from the inconvenient trammels of sockets, and possess a radius of vision commanding both
front and rear, and from their compound form (being made up of a number of square lenses)
are extremely penetrating and powerful. The slightest shadow passing over the pool in which
the lobster may chance to be crawling or swimming will frequently cause one of these backward
shoots to be made, and the lobster vanishes into some cleft or cavity with a rapidity of motion
which no harlequin could ever, in his wildest dreams, hope to achieve. Down among the deep
channels, between the crags at the sea’s bottom, alarms, except from the sea-robbers themselves,
are not to be dreaded. Here the lobsters are at home, and in such spots the wicker trap, or
the trunk net, may be laid down for them: nets of this kind are in general use. They are
made by fastening a number of stout wooden hoops to longitudinal bars, and covering them
with network. Their internal construction is much like that of the crab-pot, only there are
two entrances instead of one, and twine is used instead of willows or twigs to prevent the
prisoners from escaping. Heavy stones are attached to them as sinkers. Fish offal is used as
bait, and corks at the end of lines serve to point out their position and haul them up by.
It has been computed that each fully-matured female will produce from 18,000 to
20,000 eggs, and there is little doubt but that with proper management and the expenditure of
a very small capital artificial fecundation of the ova might be most successfully and profitably
conducted in this country. Much attention has of late been paid to this subject in France, and
many most interesting experiments in connection with it have been tried. The number of
lobsters brought every season to Billingsgate Market will serve to give some idea of the
importance of lobster fishing, and the sums of money which must change hands in connection
with it. Calculations show that from the coasts of England, Ireland, Scotland, and the
Channel Islands 150,000 lobsters per season reach Billingsgate, exclusive of the supply of
Norway lobsters, which are even more abundantly supplied, over 600,000 per season being
imported. It not unfrequently happens that one day’s supply for that great emporium of sea
dainties reaches as high as 25,000, and here
at early morning, long before mighty London
is fairly up for the day, a scene of bustle
and activity may be witnessed which well
repays the early riser. Steam in clouds
floats above the vast loads of newly-boiled
crustaceans and molluscs; and carts of every
size and pattern block the way.
The regular lobster season lasts from the month of March to August. About the middle or latter end of the last-mentioned month the shifting of shells takes place, and the fish is unfit for human food; but, like the silkworms after a change of skin, they commence feeding in the most voracious manner directly the new garment is durable enough to admit of their taking their walks abroad, and their temporary seclusion and compulsory abstinence are amply made up by a course of heavy feeding. The lost plumpness and condition soon return. Unlike some crustaceans who are coldly indifferent to the welfare of their offspring, the mamma lobster keeps her little brood about her until the youthful lobsterkins are big enough to start in life for themselves.
The coasts of British North America, as well as many portions of the seaboard of the United States, abound in mail-clad inhabitants of many kinds. In some localities great amusement is at times afforded by their capture—a sort of picnic, or lobster frolic, being organised. A boat, with plenty of eatables and drinkables, and a capacious pot, are provided, and long poles with their ends split prepared. On the boat being propelled slowly through the shallow water, a sharp look-out is kept on the regions below, and on the lobster being discovered, the split end of the pole is lowered quietly, and with the greatest caution, until just over the unsuspecting victim’s back, when by a sudden downward thrust the forceps-like instrument securely nips him, and he is brought to the surface in spite of his claws and the pinches he inflicts on the tough, unyielding wood. Some overhanging rock or pleasant nook on the shore is usually selected as a place in which to dine and cook the proceeds of the lobster hunt.
[Illustration: LOBSTER (Homarus vulgaris) AND PRAWNS
(Palæmon serratus).]
The bays, shallows, and mouths of rivers on the coast of Prince Edward’s Island abound in
a species of seaweed known amongst the inhabitants as eel-grass,
on which vast numbers
of lobsters feed as in a rich sea-garden. To these favoured hunting grounds the lobster-catchers
betake themselves, and by wading little more than half-leg deep gather as many as they
require. A bushel basket has been filled in this way in less than an hour.
Like the branching growths of submarine life which form the connecting link between
the vegetable and animal kingdoms, we find crustaceans dwelling, so to speak, on the border-lands
of other races, and linking the shrimp, crab, and lobster families together; partaking of
the nature of each, but being identical with neither; such are the so-called Squat Lobsters, or
Galathea. Their singular alertness renders capture somewhat difficult. Like the lobster, they
possess extraordinary powers of vision and retrograde movement. The horns are extremely
long, and so sensitive that the slightest touch seems to reveal at once the nature of an
approaching object, and enables the alarmed squat to seek a safe sanctuary between the rock
clefts, from which it is by no means easy to withdraw him.
The spined lobster, crawfish, cray, or crowder, will, from its thorn-coated shell, long horns,
powerful nippers, and generally formidable appearance, be familiar to most of our readers.
Like most other crustaceans, the cray delights in a home among rugged sunken rocks, and is
taken in the traps laid for ordinary lobsters and crabs. Their flesh, being of harder texture and
sweeter flavour, is objected to by professed lobster-eaters; still, a well-conditioned spined
lobster is by no means to be despised. Some portions of the Pacific Ocean, and the warm seas
of the East, contain them in vast numbers. Many spots on the coast of South America, and
the bays and inlets of the island of Juan Fernandez, literally swarm with them. Some idea
may be formed of the abundance of animated creatures of this and other kinds to be taken in
these seas by the following account of the fishing to be obtained in them, given by the
Hon. F. Walpole:—The fishing afforded the best return for labour, and a boat might be
filled in four hours with hook and line only. Fish swarmed of every size and colour, and
seemingly of every variety of appetite, for they took any bait. The bottom was literally lined
with crawfish of a large size; some must have weighed five pounds at least. There needed no
hook—a piece of anything let down on a string to the bottom was enough; they saw it,
grasped it, and kept their hold till you had seized them by their long feelers and borne them
into the boat, where they crawled about and extended their feelers as if in search of more bait....
We had crawfish for breakfast, crawfish for dinner, crawfish for supper, and crawfish
for any incidental meal we could cram in between.
The coral reefs fringing the island of
Mauritius afford shelter to numbers of the family of crawfish, which in both size and splendour
of colouring far excel those taken in our seas.
The prawn and shrimp are included in the same order as the lobster and the crab, and species of these crustaceans are found in all seas. They are the scavengers of the ocean, and pick and devour any dead matter in the sea; hence they are particularly valuable in the aquarium. The art of shrimping will no doubt be familiar to all our readers, from visits made to our south-coast watering-places. In tropical climates the prawn attains the size of a small lobster—up to nine or ten inches in length, three being considered sufficient for a meal. Prawns are sold in Dublin six and seven inches in length, and are considered splendid feeding.
Fishes and their Swimming Apparatus—The Bladder—Scientific Classification—Cartilaginous Fish—The Torpedo—A Living Galvanic Battery—The Shark—His Love for Man in a Gastronomic Sense—Stories of their Prowess—Catching a Shark—Their Interference with Whaling—The Tiger-Shark—African Worship of the Monster—The Dog-fish—The Sturgeon—Enormous Fecundity—Caviare—The Bony Fishes—The Flying Fish: its Feats; its Enemies—Youth of a Salmon—The Parr, the Smolt, and the Grilse—Flourishes in the Sea—The Ponds at Stormontfield—The Salmon’s Enemies—The Ettrick Shepherd—Canned Salmon, and where it comes from—The Fish a Drug in N. W. America—Canoes impeded by them—The Fisheries of the Columbia River—The Fishing Season—Modes of Catching Salmon—The Factories and Processes employed.
And now we proceed to still higher organisations. The fish must have their turn in a
work treating of their natural home, the ocean.Harvest of the Sea,
Figuier’s Ocean World,
Hartwig’s Sea and its Living Wonders,
Murphy’s Rambles in North-Western America,
&c.The anterior limbs,
says Figuier,
which correspond with the arms in man and the wings in birds, are attached to each
side of the trunk, immediately behind the head, and form the pectoral fins. The posterior
limbs occupy the lower surface of the body, and form the ventral fins. The latter, which are
always over the ventral line, may be placed before, beneath, or, as is most usual, behind the
former. Fishes possess, besides these two pair of fins, odd fins. The fins which are found on
the back or dorsum are called the back or dorsal fins, those at the end of the tail are the
caudal fins; finally, there is frequently another attached to the lower extremity of the body,
which is called the anal fin. These fins are always nearly of the same structure, consisting
generally of a fold of the skin, supported by slender, flexible, cartilaginous, or osseous rays,
connected by a thin membrane.
The muscles which move these fins are powerful. Further,
nearly all species of fish possess a swimming bladder, over which the animal has control,
and can thereby increase or diminish the specific gravity of its body. Immediately behind
the head are the gill openings; respiration is effected by water, in its natural state always
charged with air, being taken in at the mouth, which passes over the gills, and is afterwards
ejected. The eyes in fish are usually very large.
The scientific classification of fishes usually adopted is that of Muller. He divided
them into five groups, the Leptocardia, Cyclostomata, Selachia, Ganoidea, and Teleostea. The
first of these is represented by a single genus, Amphioxus, a little slender gelatinous fish,
rarely over two inches in length, and commonly found on all sandy coasts. The second
order is characterised as serpentine, void of fins, and with a mouth formed for suction.
The lamprey is a familiar example.
The third order, Selachia, includes a number of cartilaginous fish, varying much in form;
the rays, dog-fish, skate, torpedo, shark, and saw-fish belong to this important division.
The torpedo has the power of giving a strong electrical shock. Redi, an Italian naturalist
of the seventeenth century, first studied them carefully. He caught and landed an electric
ray, and pressing it with his hand, experienced a tingling sensation, which extended to his
arms and shoulders, and was followed by a disagreeable trembling. This electric power dies
with the animal. Dr. Walsh made some interesting experiments with them. He placed
The family Carcharidæ includes the true sharks, some species of which attain to a
length of twenty, or even thirty, feet. They are the terror of all other fish and molluscs.
But the prey which has the greatest charm for him is man; the shark loves him dearly,
but it is with the affection of the gourmand. If we may believe some travellers, when
several varieties of human food comes in its way, the shark prefers the European to the
Asiatic, and both to the negro.
He has been known to jump clean aboard a fisherman’s
boat, and even to snap up a sailor from the shrouds. Commerson relates the following:—The
corpse of a negro had been suspended from a yard-arm twenty feet above the level
of the sea. A shark was seen making every effort to reach the body, which eventually
he did, and tore it limb from limb in presence of the horror-stricken crew. The mouth
of the shark is placed in the lower part of the head, and the animal has to turn itself
in the water before he can seize an object above him. On the African coast the negroes
take advantage of this fact; they swim towards him, and seize the moment when he
turns to rip up his belly with a large strong knife. The adult shark has six rows of
murderous-looking teeth, forming a perfect arsenal of deadly weapons.
Captain Basil Hall describes the mode by which sharks are sometimes captured.
The sharp-curved dorsal fin of a huge shark was seen rising about six inches above the
water, and cutting the glazed surface of the sea by as fine a line as if a sickle had been
drawn along it.
Messenger, run to the cook for a piece of pork,
cried the captain,
taking the command with as much glee as if an enemy’s cruiser had been in sight.
Where’s your hook, quartermaster?
Here, sir, here,
cried the fellow, feeling the
point, and declaring it was as sharp as any lady’s needle, and in the next instant piercing
with it a huge junk of pork weighing four or five pounds. The hook, which is as large
as one’s little finger, has a curvature about as large as a man’s hand when half closed,
and is six or eight inches in length, while a formidable line, furnished with three or four
feet of chain attached to the end of the mizen topsail halyard, is now cast into the
ship’s wake.
Sometimes the very instant the bait is cast over the stern the shark flies at it with
such eagerness that he actually springs partially out of the water. This, however, is
rare. On these occasions he gorges the bait, the hook, and a foot or two of the chain,
without any mastication, and darts off with the treacherous prize with such prodigious
velocity that it makes the rope crack again as soon as the coil is drawn out. Much
dexterity is required in the hand which holds the line at this moment. A bungler is apt
The suddenness of the jerk with which the shark is brought up often turns him
quite over. No sailor, however, thinks of hauling one on board merely by the rope
fastened to the hook. To prevent the line breaking, the hook snapping, or the jaw being
torn away, a running bowline is adopted. This noose is slipped down the rope and passed
over the monster’s head, and is made to join at the point of junction of the tail with
the body; and now the first part of the fun is held to be completed. The vanquished
enemy is easily drawn up over the taffrail, and flung on deck, to the delight of the crew.
Even then he is sometimes a very
formidable enemy. The flesh of the
shark, though sometimes eaten, is coarse
and leathery.
[Illustration: THE COMMON SHARK (Carcharias vulgaris).]
On several of the smaller islands of
the Spanish Main whaling stations are
established. After the huge fish have
been captured, they are towed by the
boats to one of these stations, and the
blubber is stripped off and carried on
shore to the boiling-house in large white
blocks, where a simple apparatus is set up
for trying-out
the oil. It sometimes happens that immediately after the whale has been
killed the sharks surround it in such numbers, and devour the blubber with such rapacity,
that if the distance be great and the currents adverse, the greater part has been eaten off
before the whale can be towed ashore; and the labour of the fishermen is thus thrown away.
The tiger-shark is a more formidable monster than others of its tribe, because of its power of seizing its prey without turning on its back or side. It is enabled to do this from the great size of its mouth, and from its position, which is near the end of the snout, instead of underneath, as in other varieties of the shark.
As soon as the carcase of the whale has been stripped of its blubber, it is towed
out at high water to a sufficient distance from the station to ensure of its being carried
away by the falling tide. This is necessary, for the stench from so large a mass of
putrefying flesh, exposed as it has been to the intense action of a tropical sun for three
or four days, is more than unpleasant.
Now is the opportunity for the shark-hunters. They take possession of the
remains, tow them to some convenient nook of the Bocas, as the channels between the
islands are called, and there anchor them. All is now prepared, and nothing remains
but eagerly and silently to watch for the assembly of the ravenous brutes to their
midnight orgies.
The liver of the shark yields a most valuable oil, largely used in the colony as a
The canoes used for shark-hunting are some twenty feet in length. In the bow a
deep groove is cut, to guide the rope after the fish has been struck. A coil of fifteen
fathoms of rope, carefully arranged under the thwarts, is secured at one end to a piece
of strong chain, at the other end of which is a harpoon. A lance is kept on board to
assist in giving the coup de grâce to the shark when he has exhausted himself sufficiently.
The inhabitants of many parts of the African coasts worship the shark, and
consider its stomach the road to heaven. Three or four times a year they row out and
offer the shark poultry and goats to satisfy his appetite. This is not all; a child is
once a year sacrificed to the monster, which has been specially fattened for this occasion
from its birth to the age of ten. On the fête day, the unfortunate little victim is bound
to a post on a sandy point at low water; as the tide rises the sharks arrive. The child
may shriek, and the mother may weep, but it is of no avail; even its own parent thinks
that the horrible sacrifice will ensure her child’s entry into heaven.
[Illustration: THE DOG-FISH (Acanthias vulgaris).]
The dog-fish—from which we derive the skin known as shagreen, used for spectacle
and other cases—the furious and voracious hammerhead, and the saw-fish, belong to the
same great order. The last named will attack any inhabitant of the deep whatever, and
even dares to measure his strength with the whale. Its length is from twelve to fifteen feet,
while its weapon of defence is sometimes as much as two yards in length. Occasionally
it dashes itself against the side of a ship with such fury as to leave its sword broken in
the timber.
Of the fourth great order, Ganoidea, the sturgeon is the most prominent example.
It is essentially a sea-fish, although ascending rivers at stated periods, as does the salmon.
It is particularly noticeable for the number of bony plates or scales on its back and belly.
In the sea the sturgeon feeds on herrings, mackerel, and other fish; in the rivers on
salmon. It is caught in traps, or in nets. The prepared roe, cleaned, washed in
vinegar, and partially dried, is the caviare of the Russians. The eggs of a female
sturgeon will weigh over one-third of its entire body, and as they sometimes reach a
weight of nearly 3,000 pounds, the preparation of caviare becomes an important and
profitable industry.
[Illustration: THE GLOBE-FISH (Tetrodon) AND SUN-FISH (Orthagoriscus mola).]
[Illustration: THE PIPE FISH (Syngnathus acus).]
The fifth order, Teleostea, or bony fishes, constitutes a lengthy series. Among it
must be placed the globular and phosphorescent sun-fish, the spiny globe-fish, the bony
trunk-fish, and the cuirassed pipe-fish, the sea-horse, which has a head not unlike a
horse, and floats vertically, the flying-fish, the eels, herrings, salmon, carp, cod, flat-fish,
mullets, tunnies, and others too numerous to mention. It is for man’s purposes the most
important of all the orders.
[Illustration: THE FLYING-FISH (Exocœtus exiliens.)]
The flying-fish have been incidentally mentioned before in this work. Captain Basil Hall observed a flight of 200 yards; they have come on board a vessel fourteen or fifteen feet, and into the chains of a line-of-battle ship twenty feet above the water. They are considerably harassed by the attacks of other fish, and when they take to the air often fall victims to gulls and other sea-birds. Sharks and dolphins are their particular enemies. Their glittering, silvery brilliancy is most beautiful in the brightness of tropical seas.
Among the most important bony fishes must certainly be first placed the salmon,
which includes three well-known species, Salmo salar (the salmon itself), S. fario (the
salmon trout), and S. trutta (the trout). The early life of the salmon is interesting. The
infant fry is primarily, of course, very helpless, and during the first two or three weeks
of its existence carries about with it, as a provision for food, a portion of the yolk of the
egg from which it was hatched. This generally lasts it from twenty to forty days. It
is two years before the youngster ventures out to sea. In the first stage the young salmon
is called a parr; during the second it is a smolt, i.e., a parr plus a covering of silvery
scales. The smolt, which in the course of its two or more years’ stay in the river has
only attained a growth of six or eight inches, returns from the sea in a couple of months
weighing three or four pounds, and after six months ten or twelve pounds. It is now
a grilse.
Dr. Bertram says of the salmon’s growth:—
The sea-feeding must be favourable, and the condition of the fish well suited
to the salt-water to ensure such rapid growth—a rapidity which every visit of the
fish to the ocean serves but to confirm. Various fish, whilst in the grilse state, have
been marked to prove this; and at every migration they returned to their breeding-stream
with added weight and improved health. What the salmon feeds upon whilst in
the salt-water is not well known, as the digestion of the fish is so rapid as to prevent
the discovery of food in their stomachs when they are captured and opened. Guesses
have been made, and it is likely that these approximate to the truth; but the old story
of the rapid voyage of the salmon to the North Pole and back again turns out, like
the theory upon which was built up the herring migration romance, to be a mere myth.
None of our naturalists have yet attempted to elucidate that mystery of salmon
life which converts one-half of the fish into sea-going smolts, whilst as yet the other
moiety remain as parr. It has been investigated so far at the breeding-ponds at
Stormontfield, but without resolving the question. There is another point of doubt as
to salmon life which I shall also have a word to say about—namely, whether or not
that fish makes two visits annually to the sea; likewise, whether it be probable that
a smolt remains in the salt water for nearly a year before it becomes a grilse. A
salmon only stays, as it is popularly supposed, a very short time in the salt water; and
as it is one of the quickest-swimming fishes we have, it is able to reach a distant
river in a very short space of time, therefore it is most desirable we should know what
it does with itself when it is not migrating from one water to the other; because,
according to the opinion of some naturalists, it would speedily become so deteriorated
in the river as to be unequal to the slightest exertion....
At every stage of its career the salmon is surrounded by enemies. At the very
moment of spawning, the female is watched by a horde of devourers, who instinctively
flock to the breeding-grounds in order to feast on the ova. The hungry pike, the
lethargic perch, the greedy trout, the very salmon itself, are lying in wait, all agape for
the palatable roe, and greedily swallowing whatever quantity the current carries down.
Then the waterfowl eagerly pounces on the precious deposit the moment it has been
forsaken by the fish; and if it escape being gobbled up by such cormorants, the spawn
The first person who
took a thought about the matter
—i.e., as to whether the
What will the fishermen of Scotland
think
said he, when I assure them, on
the faith of long experience and observation,
and on the word of one who can have no
interest in instilling an untruth into their minds,
that every insignificant parr with which the
cockney fisher fills his basket is a salmon lost!
These crude attempts of the impulsive Shepherd of Ettrick—and he was hotly opposed by
the late Mr. Buist, of Stormontfield—were not without their fruits; indeed, they were so
successful as quite to convince him that parr were young salmon in their first
The following amusing dialogue on the habits of the salmon once took place between the Ettrick Shepherd and a friend:—
Shepherd:—I maintain that ilka saumon comes aye back again frae the sea till
spawn in its ain water.
Friend:—Toots, toots, Jamie! hoo can it manage till do that? Hoo, in the name
o’ wonder, can a fish, travelling up a turbid water frae the sea, know when it reaches the
entrance to its birthplace, or that it has arrived at the tributary that was its cradle?
Shepherd:—Man, the great wonder to me is no hoo the fish get back, but hoo they
find their way till the sea first ava, seein’ that they’ve never been there afore!
The canned salmon, now generally popular in England, and which, though some few
years ago an expensive luxury, is now within the reach of all, comes principally from the
Columbia River, Oregon, and other parts of the North Pacific coasts. In North-Western
America the fish is a perfect drug in the market. In a city like San Francisco it sells for
eight cents (4d.) per pound. Higher up the coast a large fish is obtained for a quarter to
half a dollar. Further north a piece of tobacco or a few needles will purchase a twenty or
thirty pound salmon. They are so abundant that the writer has seen them on the beaches of
streams and creeks falling into Frazer River, British Columbia, by the score, bleeding, gasping,
and dying, having literally crowded each other out of the water. Schools
of them are
often so densely packed together, that they impede the progress of canoes and boats.
The salmon fisheries of the Columbia, Oregon, itself one of the grandest rivers in
the world, give employment to 4,000 men during the season, and nearly all the canned
salmon consumed in Europe comes from it.Rambles in North-Western
America.
Some ten or a dozen varieties of salmon and salmon-trout, Mr. Murphy tells us, enter
the rivers of North-Western America, but only one is selected for commercial purposes.
Two of the most delicate-eating varieties—the silvery-white and spring salmons—are never
packed in tins, because their schools are less abundant and the fish themselves smaller. The
hook-nosed and dog salmons are rarely eaten, except by Indians; while the man has not
yet been discovered who would tackle the hump-back. The blue-back, or weak-toothed
salmon, an inferior fish also, is only exported to the Sandwich Islands, where the natives
are said to really prefer its lean and fibrous flesh to the more delicately-flavoured and
succulent kinds. The salmon principally caught is distinguished by the Indians as the
Tyhee,
or chief; it is abundant, large, and most excellent eating; it possesses those
all-round
qualifications which particularly fit it for commerce and cooking. It is the
Salmo quinnat of the naturalists.
The fishery season on the Columbia lasts from the beginning of April to the end of
Large quantities of the fish are caught in weirs. The Indians, also, knowing that the salmon avoids currents if possible, build out into the river from the shore, for ten or a dozen feet, walls of stone a few inches in height. The salmon crowd into the quieter water caused thereby, and are easily captured in nets or by spearing. They are so numerous in places that the Indian can often flap them out of the water, by a sudden dexterous jerk of his paddle, to his squaw on the beach, who then immediately knocks them on the head and guts them.
At the curing houses, mostly owned by Americans, the labour is chiefly performed by
Chinamen under the superintendence of white men. John
quickly and cleverly guts
the fish and cuts off its head; then cuts it into chunks, which are boiled, first in salt and
afterwards in fresh water. Next the tins are filled, and soldered down, all but one little
hole in their tops. The tins are then immersed in boiling water, and when every particle
of air is excluded, a few drops of solder effectually seal them up till wanted for the
table. The process is in effect the same employed in the preservation of meats and fruits
in tins.
Many British and Irish waterfalls are celebrated for their salmon leaps. In Inverness-shire
at Kilmorack, at Ballyshannon in Donegal, and Leixlip near Dublin, in Pembrokeshire
and elsewhere, the leaps are noted, and at many of them there are osier baskets
placed below to catch the fish when they fail and fall. Sportsmen have even shot them,
on the wing as it were, in their leap. At the Falls of Kilmorack Lord Lovat conceived
the idea of placing a furnace and frying-pan on a point of rock overhanging the river.
After their unsuccessful effort some of the unfortunate salmon would fall accidentally into
the frying-pan. The noble lord could thus boast that the resources of his country were
so abundant, that on placing a furnace and frying-pan on the banks of its rivers, the
salmon would leap into it of their own accord, without troubling the sportsman to catch
them. It is more probable, however, that Lord Lovat knew that the way to enjoy salmon
in perfection is to cook it when fresh from the water, and before the richer parts of the
fish have ceased to curd.
In our own land, the Tweed, Tay, Spey, and Severn, are all noted rivers for salmon;
the Tay fish sometimes weigh sixty pounds. It is a curious fact that the full-grown
salmon never feeds in the rivers. Juvenile experience on the part of the fish, recurring
as a phantasm, causes them to snap at a shining artificial minnow or a gaudy fly, but
they never rise out of the water; the bait must dip to them, and when hooked they shake
Their superabundant store of fat enables them to live
on themselves, as it were, as do the Asiatic and African doomba sheep
when avalanches and heavy snow-falls
stop their supplies of herbage.the further they get from the sea
they be both fatter and better
is
utterly erroneous, for they fatten only
in the sea. In March, 1845, the Duke
of Athole took a ten-pound salmon in
the Tay after it had spawned, and
attached a medal to it and then let it
go to sea. The same individual, with
its decoration, was fished up five weeks
and a few days afterwards, when it had been to the refreshing salt water. It
had more than doubled its weight, for it weighed twenty-one pounds.
[Illustration: THE SALMON (Salmo salar).]
The Clupedæ—The Herring—Its Cabalistic Marks—A Warning to Royalty—The Great Fishery
—Modes of Fishing—A
Night with the Wick Fishermen—Suicidal Fish—The Value of Deep-sea Fisheries—Report of the Commissioners—Fecundity
of the Herring—No fear of Fish Famine—The Shad—The Sprat—The Cornish Pilchard Fisheries—The
Huer
—Raising the Tuck
—A Grand Harvest—Gigantic Holibut—Newfoundland Cod Fisheries—Brutalities of
Tunny Fishing—The Mackerel—Its Courage, and Love of Man—Garum Sauce—The formidable Sword-fish—Fishing
by Torchlight—Sword through a Ship’s side—General Remarks on Fish—Fish Life—Conversation—Musical Fish—Pleasures
and Excitements—Do Fish sleep?
A great and important group of the bony fish is comprised under the family name Clupedæ.
It includes such useful fish as the herring, pilchard, shad, and anchovy. The family is as
interesting to the merchant as to the gastronomist.
The herring hardly needs description here, but it may just be remarked, en passant,
that its back, indigo-coloured after death, is greenish during life. The curious markings
often found on the herring have been considered by ignorant fishermen to signify mysterious
words of cabalistic import. On one November day, near three hundred years ago, two
herrings were caught on the coast of Norway, which bore marks resembling Gothic printed
They were presented to the then King of Norway, Frederick II., who was
so frightened by the characters he saw on the backs of the innocent fish that he turned
ghastly pale, for he thought that they announced his approaching death and that of his
queen.
A council of savants was convened, and the learned ones solemnly reported that
the words implied, Very soon you will cease to fish herrings, as well as other people.
Some more politic scientists gave another explanation, but it was useless, for the king died
next year, and his late subjects became firmly convinced that the two herrings had been
celestial messengers charged to announce that monarch’s sudden end.
The herring abounds in the entire Northern Ocean from the coasts of France and
England to Greenland and Lapland. They are very gregarious, and travel in immense
shoals, their appearance in any specified locality being uncertain and always sudden. On
the coast of Norway the electric
telegraph is used to announce
to the fishing towns the approach
of the shoals, which can
always be perceived at a distance
by the wave they raise.
In the fiords of Norway the
herring fisheries are the principal
means of existence for the seaboard
population. So in 1857
the paternal Norwegian Government
laid a submarine cable
round the coast 100 miles in
length, with stations ashore at
intervals conveniently placed
for the purpose of notifying
the fishermen. In Holland the industries of catching and curing the fish are highly
profitable; the fishery is in consequence known as the great,
while whaling is known
as the small fishery.
To a simple Dutch fisherman, George Benkel, who died in 1397,
Holland owes the introduction of the art of preserving and curing the herring. Two
hundred years after his death, the Emperor Charles V. solemnly ate a herring on his
tomb, as homage to the memory of the creator of a great national industry.
[Illustration: THE HERRING (Clupea harengus).]
In our country there is also an important trade in the fish. Yarmouth sends out 400 vessels of from forty to sixty tons, the larger carrying a crew of twelve. In 1857 three fishing boats of this seaport brought home 3,762,000 fish. In Scotland the one town of Wick had a few years ago 920 boats employed in the fisheries.
The Dutch use lines 500 feet in length, with fifty or more nets to each. The upper
part of these nets is buoyed with empty barrels or cork, while they are kept down by
lead or stone weights; they can be lowered by lengthening the cord to which the buoys
are attached. The meshes of the nets are so arranged that if the herring is too small
to be caught in the first meshes, he passes through and gets caught in the succeeding
one. Dr. Bertram went out in a Wick boat to the fishing grounds. He says:—At last, after a lengthened cruise, our commander, who had been silent for half an
hour, jumped up and called to action.
Up men, and at them!
was the order of
the night. The preparations for shooting the nets at once began by lowering sail.
Surrounding us on all sides was to be seen a moving world of boats; many with
sails down, their nets floating in the water, and their crews at rest. Others were
still flitting uneasily about, their skippers, like our own, anxious to shoot in the right
place. By-and-by we were ready; the dog,
a large inflated bladder to mark the far
end of the train, is heaved overboard, and the nets, breadth after breadth, follow as
fast as the men can pay them out, till the immense train is all in the water, forming
a perforated wall a mile long and many feet in depth, the dog
and the marking
bladder, floating and dipping in long zig-zag lines, reminding one of the imaginary coils
of the great sea-serpent. After three hours of quietude beneath a beautiful sky, the stars—
The eternal orbs that beautify the night—
began to pale their fires, and the grey dawn appearing indicated that it was time to take stock.
We found that the boat had floated quietly with the tide till we were a long distance from the
harbour. The skipper had a presentiment that there were fish in his net, and the bobbing
down of a few of the bladders made it almost a certainty; and he resolved to examine the
drifts.
Wick boats
are not, however, always so fortunate. The herring fleet has been overtaken more than
once by fearful storms, when valuable lives, boats, and nets, have been sacrificed.
Hurrah!
exclaimed Murdoch of Skye; there’s a lot of fish, skipper, and no
mistake.
Murdoch’s news was true; our nets were silvery with herrings—so laden, in
fact, that it took a long time to haul them in. It was a beautiful sight to see
the shimmering fish as they came up like a sheet of silver from the water, each uttering
a weak death-chirp as it was flung into the bottom of the boat. Formerly the fish were
left in the meshes of the net till the boat arrived in the harbour; but now, as the net is
hauled on board, they are at once shaken out. As our silvery treasure showers into the
boat, we roughly guess our capture at fifty cranes—a capital night’s work.
Early in December, 1879, an apparent epidemic of suicide attacked the herrings and sprats in Deal Roads, and they rushed ashore in such myriads at Walmer that the fishermen got tired of carting them off, and they were left on the beach for all who cared to help themselves. Nature seems now and then to put bounds to over-population, but if this be the case, no herring famines need be feared, for economical Nature would never have played into the hands of the fishermen who are always at war with her. Such wholesale suicides occur among other forms of animal life. In Africa regiments of ants have been seen deliberately marching into streams, where they were immediately devoured by fish. Rats have migrated in myriads, stopping nowhere, neither day nor night, and have been preyed upon by both large birds and beasts of prey. In the Seychelles some years ago several hundred turtles conspired to die together on the island in front of the harbour, and carried out their decision. Were they the victims of hydrophobia, delirium tremens, or some other disease? Even the gay and sprightly butterfly has been known to migrate in immense clouds from the land straight out to sea, without the remotest chance of ever reaching another shore. What could be the reason for such a suicidal act?
It would be difficult to over-estimate the value of deep sea fisheries; in which, according
to trustworthy statistics, England and Wales alone employ nearly 15,000 boats, with nearly
double that number of hands,
added to whom are over 14,000 others to whom they give
occasional employment on the coasts. The report of Commissioners Frank Buckland and
Spencer Walpole, who were instructed to investigate the modes of fishing in the two
countries named, and how far they were conducted on proper principles, has therefore both
importance and interest. It was feared that in certain directions deep-sea fishing, which
undeniably leads to the capture of myriads of young and useless fish, might have the same
effect as wasteful fishing and dredging did in the case of the salmon and oyster.
The Commissioners assure us that there is neither ground for alarm nor for legislative
interference. The beneficent sea is practically inexhaustible. Bearing in mind,
wrote a
commentator on the Report, how much has been said regarding the wilful destruction of
spawn, it is startling to hear that nobody
The prospects of our
ocean fishing, both as an industry and as a food supply, are, therefore, encouraging. The
harvest of the sea is constant, and though there must be local fluctuations, the return for
the labour of those has ever seen the eggs of soles, turbot,
plaice, and other like fish after their extrusion from the parent,
while, with respect to
the finny tribe in general, the Commissioners add: So far as we know, there is, with one
exception—herring spawn—no clearly-established instance of the spawn of any edible fish
being raised in a trawl net or taken in any other net.
With these words one bugbear
of the sea disappears. Nature, whatever may be her shortcomings elsewhere, knows how to
take care of herself here. She carries on her life-giving processes beyond our reach, and
is veiled in a mystery which even the keen observation of the present time cannot
penetrate, for the Commissioners remind us that, generally speaking, little is known
either of the seasons in which sea fish spawn or of the places in which the spawn is
cast; still less of the time which the spawn, after it is cast, takes to vivify.
But if
the spawn evades the power of man, the young fish are not so fortunate. It is
unquestionable that an immense waste of fry of all kinds goes on round our coasts. The
trawler, the shrimper, the seine net, and the fixed engine, combine against these little
creatures, tons upon tons of which are annually destroyed. At first sight it would seem
that a grave matter here presents itself. The Commissioners, however, proceed so to
reason away its importance that in the end it assumes very small dimensions indeed.
Starting from the indisputable fact that all animals have a tendency to increase at a
greater rate than their means of subsistence,
Messrs. Buckland and Walpole go on to
show that this especially applies to sea fish; and they take as an example the fecund
herring. Assuming that the British waters contain sixty thousand millions of female
herrings, each of which deposits twenty thousand eggs, it follows that the total number
of eggs which, but for natural and artificial checks, would come to maturity is twelve
hundred millions of millions—an expression which is easy to put on paper, but which
the mind can no more comprehend than it can grasp the idea of eternity. Enough
that these countless hordes, if compressed by five hundreds into foot cubes, would build
a wall round the earth two hundred feet broad and one hundred high. The inference
from such astounding figures is that man’s destructiveness can do little. He takes one
herring for every half-million of eggs, while the original stock would be kept up were
only one egg to mature out of ten thousand. All fish, it is true, are not as prolific as
the herring, but the argument applies to each kind in its degree, and may be summed
so far from the stock of fish decreasing, we
believe that the supply of fish, taken on the whole, is at least as great as it has ever
been; there are some reasons for even thinking that it is actually increasing.
On the
other hand, they refer to a general impression that the take of flat-fish, such as soles and
plaice, is becoming less; the local explanation referring almost universally to the destruction
of fry. Yet while the Commissioners do not, except in the case of soles, contest the
alleged decrease, they refuse to recognise the assigned cause, nor, generally speaking, do
they see any reason for legislative action of a restrictive nature.who reap where they have not sowed
is sure.
[Illustration: HERRING FISHING.]
Of the shad, though not as commonly known as the herring, there are twenty known species. In the season this fish regularly approaches the mouths of great rivers for the purpose of spawning. It is found in the spring in the Rhine, Seine, Garonne, Volga, Elbe, and in many of our own rivers. In some Irish rivers the masses of shad taken have been so great that hardly any amount of exertion has been sufficient to land the net. It sometimes attains a very considerable size, weighing from four to six pounds. The shad taken at sea is considered coarser eating than that caught in rivers.
The sprat has been by some taken for the young of the herring, and the controversy
on the subject has at times waxed warm. Some anatomists declare that their peculiarities
show no difference but size. It has a serrated belly, which Bertram looks upon as the
tuck in the child’s frock, a provision for growth. The slaughter of sprats,
says he,
is as decided a case of killing the
goose with the golden eggs as the grilse
slaughter carried on in our salmon rivers.
But Figuier reminds that writer that
the young herrings are caught without
the serrated belly, and that the curer’s
purchase is regulated by the sprat’s rough,
and the herring’s smooth, belly. Sprats
are often so abundant as to be unsaleable,
and are then actually used for manure.
[Illustration: THE PILCHARD (Clupea pilchardus).]
The pilchard visits our coasts at all
times, the leading fisheries being in
Cornwall. Wilkie Collins has given us
a lively and interesting picture of the look-out
for their approach and capture.Rambles beyond Railways.
A stranger in Cornwall, taking his first walk along the cliffs in August,
could not advance far without witnessing what would strike him as a very singular and
even alarming phenomenon. He would see a man standing on the extreme edge of a
precipice just over the sea, gesticulating in a very remarkable manner, with a bush in
his hand, waving it to the right and to the left, brandishing it over his head, sweeping
it past his feet; in short, acting the part of a maniac of the most dangerous
description. It would add considerably to the stranger’s surprise if he were told that
the insane individual before him was paid for flourishing the bush at the rate of a
guinea a week.
take
of fish.
But a few words of explanation would make him alter his opinion. He would learn
that the man was an important agent in the pilchard fishery of Cornwall, that he had
just discovered a shoal swimming towards the land, and that the men in the boats were
guided by his gesticulations alone in their arrangements for securing the fish on which
These watchers are known locally as huers.
They
can easily detect the approach of the shoals, as they darken the water, producing the
effect of a cloud. As they approach the fish may themselves be seen leaping and playing
on the surface by hundreds; sometimes they are so abundant that the fish behind force
those in front ashore, and they are taken by hand or in baskets.
The boats, each of about fifteen tons burden, carry a large, long seine net, kept up
by corks and down by lead. The grand object in the fishery, guided by the huer
on
the cliffs ashore, is to drive the shoals into shallow waters and bays.
The grand object is now to enclose the entire shoal. The leads sink one side of
the net perpendicularly to the bottom, the corks buoy the other to the surface of the
water. When it has been taken all round the shoal, the two extremities are made fast,
and the fish are imprisoned within an oblong barrier of netting. The art is now to let
as few of the pilchards escape as possible while the process is being completed. Whenever
the
The seine is now
regarded as a great reservoir of fish, and may remain in the water for a week or more.
The pilchards are collected from it in a smaller net known as the huer
observes that they are startled, and separating at any particular point, he
waves his bush, and thither the boat is steered, and there the net is shot at once; the
fish are thus headed and thwarted in every direction with extraordinary address and skill.
This labour completed, the silence of intense expectation that has hitherto prevailed is
broken, there is a shout of joy on all sides—the shoal is secured.tuck.
When this
net has travelled round the whole circuit of the seine, everything is prepared for the great
event—hauling the fish to the surface.
Now all is excitement on sea and shore; every little boat in the place puts off
crammed with idle spectators; boys shout, dogs bark, and the shrill voices of the former
are joined by the deep voices of the
At the little fishing cove of Trereen, Mr. Wilkie Collins tells us, 600 hogsheads, each of
2,400 fish and upwards, were taken in little more than a week.
seiners.
There they stand, six or eight stalwart,
sunburnt fellows, ranged in a row in the seine-boat, hauling with all their might at the
tuck
-net, and roaring out the nautical Yo, heave ho!
in chorus. Higher and higher
rises the net; louder and louder shout the boys and the idlers; the huer,
so calm and
collected hitherto, loses his self-possession, and waves his cap triumphantly. Hooray!
hooray! Yoy—hoy, hoy! Pull away, boys! Up she comes! Here they are!
The water
boils and eddies; the tuck
-net rises to the surface; one teeming, convulsed mass of
shining, glancing, silvery scales, one compact mass of thousands of fish, each one of
which is madly striving to escape, appears in an instant. Boats as large as barges now
pull up in hot haste all round the nets, baskets are produced by dozens, the fish are
dipped up in them, and shot out, like coals out of a sack, into the boats. Presently the
men are ankle-deep in pilchards; they jump upon the benches, and work on till the
boats can hold no more. They are almost gunwale under before they leave for the shore.
The sardine also comes under the Clupedæ family. It derives its commercial name
from Sardinia, but is found all over the Mediterranean, the coast of Brittany, &c. On
the latter coast the fish are caught in floating nets, and arranged in osier baskets, layer
after layer, each boat returning to port when it has secured 25,000.
Space will not permit of more than a passing notice to the flat-fish, or Pleuronectidæ.
These fish swim by means of a caudal fin, and they can ascend or descend in the water
readily, but they cannot turn to right or left with the same facility as other fish. Most
flat-fish, soles, turbot, flounders, and plaice, are taken by trawl nets. Some of the larger
are speared.
The holibut (or halibut) is a fish which attains a great size, sometimes as much as seven feet in length, and weighing 300 pounds. One brought to Edinburgh measured seven-and-a-half feet in length by three feet in breadth; it weighed 320 pounds. In Norway and Greenland a long cord, from which branch thirty or so smaller cords, each furnished with a barbed hook, is employed for their capture. The main cord is attached to floating planks, which indicate the place where it is let down.
The Gadidæ family includes some most important fish, commercially considered, such
as the whiting, haddock, and cod, the general form and peculiarities of which are familiar
to all.
The cod fish is a most voracious feeder, and is provided with a vast stomach; it eats
molluscs, crabs, and small fish, and has been known even to swallow pieces of wood. It is
essentially a sea fish, and is never seen in rivers. From the days of John Cabot, the English,
French, Dutch, and Americans have prosecuted the great fisheries on the banks of Newfoundland;
2,000 English vessels, manned by 32,000 seamen, are employed in the pursuit. The
modern cod-smack is clipper-built, has large tank wells for carrying the fish alive, and costs
about £1,500. The fish is taken in nets, or by line. Bertram tells us that each man has
a line of fifty fathoms in length, and attached to this are a hundred hooks, baited with
mussels, pieces of herring, or whiting. On arriving at the fishing ground, the fishermen
heave overboard a cork buoy, with a flagstaff about six feet in height attached to it. The
buoy is kept stationary by a line, called the
On our own coasts the cod is principally taken by deep-sea lines, with many shorter
lines depending from them armed with large hooks. One man has in ten hours taken 400,
and eight men have taken eighty score in one day off the Doggerbank. The Norfolk and
Lincoln coasts afford a large supply; the fish taken is stowed in well-boats, and brought
to Gravesend, whence they are transhipped into market boats and sent to Billingsgate.
The store-boats with their wells, through which the water circulates, cannot come higher,
as the fresh water of the Thames, and possibly some of that which is pow end,
reaching to the bottom of the water,
where it is held by a stone or grapnel fastened to the lower end. To the pow end
is
also fastened the fishing-line, which is then paid out as fast as the boat sails, which may
be from four to five knots an hour. Should the wind be unfavourable for the direction
in which the crew wish to set the line, they use the oars. When the line, or taes,
is
all out, the end is dropped, and the boat returns to the buoy. The pow
line is hauled
up with the anchor and fishing-line attached to it. The fishermen then haul in the line,
with the fish attached to it. Eight hundred fish might be, and often have been, taken by
eight men in a few hours by this operation; but many fishermen say now that they consider
themselves fortunate when they get a fish on every fifth hook on an eight-lined taes
line.not too fresh, would
kill the fish.
[Illustration: THE COD (Morrhua vulgaris).]
The haddock is also taken with lines. In the village of Findhorn, Morayshire, large
Finnan haddies,
which, when obtained, are the finest for gastronomic
purposes, being of superior flavour.
The mackerel (Scomber scombrus) is
a most valuable fish for man. The
tunny, bonita, and mackerel have yielded
immense supplies of excellent food, the
first-named being esteemed in parts of
France far above any other fish. It is
called the salmon of Provence. They
attain a far larger growth than the mackerel, specimens having been found of seven,
eight, and even nine feet in length, and weighing up to 400 pounds. They are specially
abundant in the Mediterranean, where they are usually caught in nets. In Provence they
are driven, much as are the pilchards in Cornwall, into an enclosed space called the madrague,
where at last the fish finds itself ensnared in shallow water. Then the carnage commences.
The unhappy creatures,
says Figuier, are struck with long poles, boat-hooks, and other
weapons. The tunny-fishing presents a very sad spectacle at this its last stage; fine large
fish perish under the blows of a multitude of fishermen, who pursue their bloody task with
most dramatic effect. The sight of the poor creatures, some of them wounded and half dead,
trying in vain to struggle with their ferocious assailants, is very painful to see. The sea
red with blood, long preserves traces of this frightful slaughter.
The bonita is principally a tropical fish, not unlike the mackerel, but more than double its size. It is the great enemy of the flying-fish, and possesses electrical or stinging powers, for any one attempting to hold the living fish is violently shaken as in palsy, and one’s very tongue is tied, and unable to make more than a spasmodic sputter.
[Illustration: THE MACKEREL (Scomber scombrus).]
The mackerel is common to all European seas. It is the macquereau of
the French, the macarello of the
modern Romans, the makril of the
Swedes, the bretal of some parts of
Brittany, the scombro of the Venetians,
the lacesto of the Neapolitans, and
the cavallo of the Spaniards. It is
one of the most universally-esteemed
fish.
The mackerel is very voracious, and has courage enough to attack fish much larger than itself. It will even attack man, and is said to love him, gastronomically speaking. A Norwegian bishop who lived in the sixteenth century records the case of a sailor attacked by a shoal of mackerel, while he was bathing. His companions came to the rescue; but though they succeeded in driving off the fish, their assistance came too late; he died a few hours afterwards.
This fish is generally taken by drift-nets, usually 20 feet deep, and 120 long, well
buoyed with cork, but without weights to sink them. The meshes are made of fine tarred
twine. They are in their best condition in June and July. The ancients used to make
a sauce piquant from their fat, which was called garum, and sold for the equivalent of
sixteen shillings the pint. It was acrid and nauseous, but had the property of stimulating
jaded appetites. Seneca charged it with destroying the coats of the stomach, and injuring
the health of the high livers of his day. A traveller of the sixteenth century, Pierre
Belon, found it highly esteemed in Constantinople.
[Illustration: FISHING FOR TUNNY OFF THE COAST OF PROVENCE.]
The formidable sword-fish is also tolerable eating, especially when young, and there are
fisheries for its capture in the Mediterranean. The fishermen of Messina and Reggio fish
by night, using large boats carrying torches, and a mast, at the top of which one of
their number is stationed to announce the approach of their prey, which is harpooned by
a man standing in the bows. This fish attains a length of five or six feet, its sword forming
three-tenths of its length. It is one of the whale’s natural enemies, and it objects even
to ships passing through its element. There are numerous cases cited of ship’s bottoms
having been pierced by it. In 1725, some carpenters having occasion to examine a ship
[Illustration: FISHING FOR SWORD-FISH.]
And now, before leaving the minor and intermediate types of ocean life for the monsters of the deep, a few general observations may be permitted. Pliny described 94 species of fish; Linnæus described 478; the scientists of to-day know upwards of 13,000, one-tenth of which are fresh-water fish. The reader will then understand why only a few of the more important, useful, or curious have been described in these pages.
A hard man of science once described fish-life as silent, monotonous, and joyless.
Modern science has disproved each and all of these statements. As regards the first, there
are species actually known which indulge in jews’-harps, trumpets, and drums....
Musical fish are a fact of positive knowledge, for not only can they be heard in shoals
thrumming their jews’-harps in unison, but other kinds have been taken in the very act
of trumpeting and drumming.
Bertram, as we have seen, speaks of the death-chirp
of the captured herring. The application of the telephone has proved that a fish, placed
alone in some water, actually talked to itself! Mr. S. E. Peal, in a letter to a scientific
journal, tells us of a large fish, Barbes macrocephalus, which converses with a peculiar
cluck,
or persuasive sound, which may be heard as far as forty feet from the water. He
also mentions a bivalve of Eastern Assam which actually sings loudly in concert.
How fish-life could be called monotonous and joyless will puzzle any one who has
watched them in a large aquarium, where their every movement tells of pleasure, or at
least excitement. Imagine, then, their life in the ocean itself. All around them is life—life
in constant activity. The ancients said, and Pliny assented to the dictum, that in the
water might be found anything or everything that was found out of it, and as much more
besides. Then there is the excitement of the chase, in which they may be either the
pursued or the pursuers. Not only,
said a writer in a leading daily journal, can they
indulge themselves in running away from sharks, as we should do from tigers if they
swarmed in the streets, in contemplating the while the elephant of the seas sauntering
along through his domain, or finding diversion and instruction in the winged process of
the flying-fish or the tree-climbing of perch, the buffooneries of sun-fish and pipe-fish, the
cunning artifices of the
Fish-life is, then, full of excitement and interest.
angler-fish,
the electric propensities of some, the luminosity of
others, the venomous nature of these or the grotesque appearance of those—not only is all the
variety of experience to be found on the earth to be found also in the water, but even
in a wider range and a greater diversity. The sea floor is strewn with marvels, and the rocks
are instinct with wonders.
An accomplished ichthyologist, Mr. F. Francis, has stirred up the vexed question,
Do fish sleep?
Only a very few fish, the dog-fish being one of the few exceptions,
can close their eyes at all. Still, on the other hand, some human beings, and
notably infants, can sleep with one or both eyes open, while the hare is credited with being
able to take his nap in the latter condition. Fish would seem to require sleep from their
constant activity; but in actual fact, no scientific watcher has yet caught one asleep.
Mark Twain on Whales—A New Version of an Old Story—Whale as Food—Whaling in 1670—The Great Mammal’s Enemy,
the Killer
—The Animal’s Home—The So-called Fisheries—The Sperm Whale—Spermaceti—The Chase—The
Capture—A Mythical Monster—The Great Sea-Serpent—Yarns from Norway—An Archdeacon’s Testimony—Stories
from America—From Greenland—Mahone Bay—A Tropical Sea-Serpent—What is the Animal?—Seen on a Voyage to
India—Off the Coast of Africa—Other Accounts—Professor Owen on the Subject—Other Theories.
Some years ago, when an invalid wrote to Mark Twain seeking advice as to the value of
fish as brain food,
the answer of that humourist was plain indeed:—Fish-food
is good: abounds in phosphorus and nutrition. In your case I must recommend a
small whale!
Unfortunately, Mark Twain fell into a very common error. The whale
is not a fish; it is a mammal: it suckles its young. The writer has eaten whale—that
is, a little bit of one. Whale brain, enclosed in batter, and treated as a fritter,
is not to be despised.
The British whaler of about 1670 is quaintly described by Frederic Martin, who visited
Spitzbergen and Greenland that year. He says:—Whoever of the ships’ crews sees a dead
whale cries out,
and so on.
Fish mine!
and therefore the merchants must pay him a ducat for his care
and vigilance. Many of them climb often into the mast in hopes to have a ducat, but in vain.
When the dead whale is thus fastened to the ship, two sloops hold on the other side of the fish,
or whale, and in each of them doth stand a man or boy that has a long hook in his hands,
wherewith he doth hold the boat to the ship, and the harpooner stands before in the sloop or
upon the whale, with a leathern suit on, and sometimes they have boots on. Underneath the
hook are some sharp nails fixed, that they may be able to stand firm. These two men that cut
the fat off have their peculiar wages for it, viz., about four or five rix dollars. First they cut
a large piece from behind the head, by the eyes, which they call the kenter-piece, that is as
much as to say, the winding-piece; for as they cut all the other fat all in rows from the whale
towards the end, so they cut this great kenter-piece larger and wider than all the rest. This
piece, when it is cut round about from the whale, reaches from the water to the cradle (that is,
the round circle that goes round about the middle of the mast, and is made in the shape of a
basket), whence you may guess of the bigness of a whale. A strong and thick rope is
fixed to this kenter-piece, and the other end is fixed to underneath the cradle, whereby the
whale is as it were borne up out of the water, that they may come at it, and by reason of the
great weight of the whale the ship leans towards that side. One may judge how tough the
fat is, for in this piece a hole is made, through which the rope is fastened, yet not deep into
the fat, wherewith they turn the fish at pleasure. Then they cut another piece down hard by
this, which is also hauled up into the ship, where it is cut into pieces a foot square. The
knives used are, with their hafts, about the length of a man,
Mr. Brierly tells us that the most important natural enemy of the whale on the coast of
Australia is the killer,
a kind of large porpoise, with a blunt head and large teeth. These
killers
often attack the whale, and worry it like a pack of dogs, and sometimes kill it. The
whalemen regard these creatures as important allies, for when they see from the look-out that
a whale has been hove-to
by them they are pretty sure of capturing it. The killers show
no fear of the boats, but will attack the whale at the same time; and if a boat is stove in,
which often happens, they will not hurt the men when in the water. The Australian natives
about Twofold Bay say the killers are the spirits of their own people, and when they see
them will pretend to point out particular individuals they have known. Some are very large,
exceeding twenty-five feet; they blow from the head, in the same manner as the whale.
The homes of whales are hardly known. Where the northern whale breeds has long been
a puzzling question among whalemen. It is
a cold-water animal. Maury asks:—Is the
nursery for the great whale in the Polar Sea,
which has been so set about and hemmed in
with a ledge of ice that man may not trespass
there? This providential economy still further
prompts the question, Whence comes all the
food for the young whales there? Do the
teeming whalers of the Gulf Stream convey it
there also, in channels so far in the depths of
the sea that no enemy may waylay and spoil
it in the long journey? It may generally
be believed that the northern whale, which is
now confined to the Polar Sea, descended
annually into the temperate region of the
Atlantic, as far as the Bay of Biscay, and
that it was only the persecution of the whale-fishers
which compelled it to seek its frozen
retreat. This opinion is now shown to be
erroneous, and to have rested only on the confounding of two distinct species of whale. Like
other whales, the northern is migratory, and changes its quarters according to the seasons; and
the systematic registers of the Danish colonists of Greenland show that often the same
individual appears at the same epoch in the same fiord. The females of the southern whale
visit the coasts of the Cape in June to bring forth their young, and return to the high seas in
August or September. It was supposed that the migration of the northern whale was for a
similar purpose. This, however, is not now considered to be the case. Its movements are
attributed to climatal changes alone, and especially to the transport of ice into Baffin’s Bay.
It lives entirely in the midst of glaciers, and therefore is found in the south during winter and
in the north during summer. The whale-fishery has diminished its numbers, but not altered
its mode of life. It is stated now that the whale believed to have visited the North Atlantic
Ocean is a totally different species, a much more violent and dangerous animal than the
northern whale, also smaller, and less rich in oil. The fishery for the latter ceased towards the
end of the last century, but it is thought to be not wholly extinct. On September 17th, 1854,
a whale, with its little one, appeared before St. Sebastian, in the Bay of Biscay; the mother
Mysticete
has been applied to various
whales.
[Illustration: THE NORTHERN WHALE (Balina mysticetus).]
The sperm whale, says Maury, is a warm water animal; the right whale delights in
cold water. The log-books of the American whalers show that the torrid zone is to the
right whale as a sea of fire, through which it cannot pass; and that the right whale of
the northern hemisphere and that of the southern are two different animals; and that the
sperm whale has never been known to double the Cape of Good Hope—he doubles
Cape Horn.
Mr. Beale has done more to elucidate the habits and form of this whale than any other
writer. Its great peculiarity of form is the head, presenting a very thick, blunt extremity,
about a third of the whole length of the animal. The head, viewed in front, has a
broad, flattened surface, rounded and contracted above, considerably expanded on the sides, and
gradually contracted below, resembling in some degree the cut-water of a ship. On the right
the blanket,
of a light yellowish colour, producing when melted the
sperm oil. A specimen taken in 1829 near Whitstable measured sixty-two feet in length.
The oil was worth £320, exclusive of the spermaceti.
[Illustration: CUTTING UP THE WHALE.]
This whale swallows quantities of small fishes, and has been known to eject from its
stomach a fish as large as a moderate-sized salmon. This species is gregarious; and the herds,
called schools,
are females and young males. Mr. Beale saw 500 or 600 in one school.
With each female school are one to three large bulls,
or schoolmasters,
as they are termed
by the whalers. The full-grown males almost always go in search of food. A large whale
will yield eighty, and sometimes one hundred, barrels of oil. Among the habits of the whale
are breaching,
or leaping clear out of the water and falling back on its side, so that the
breach may be seen on a clear day from the mast-head at six miles’ distance; in going ahead
the whale attains ten or twelve miles an hour, which Mr. Beale believes to be its greatest
velocity; lob-tailing
is lashing the water with its tail. The dangers and hairbreadth
escapes in the capture are very numerous.
In 1839 there were discovered among rubbish in a tower of Durham Castle the bones of a
sperm whale, which, from a letter of June 20th, 1661, in the Surtees Collection, is shown to
have been cast ashore at that time, and skeletonised in order to ornament this old tower.
Clusius describes, in 1605, a sperm whale thrown ashore seven years before, near Scheveling,
where Cuvier supposed its head to be still preserved, and there is an antiquity of the kind still
shown there.
The whale chase is an exciting scene. Sometimes the whale places himself in a perpendicular
position, with the head downwards, and rearing his tail on high, beats the water with
awful violence. The sea foams, and vapours darken the air; the lashing is heard several miles
off, like the roar of a distant tempest. Sometimes he makes an immense spring, and rears his
whole body above the waves, to the admiration of the experienced whaler, but to the terror of
those who see for the first time this astonishing spectacle. Other motions, equally expressive
of his boundless strength, attract the attention of navigators at the distance of miles. The
whole structure of the whale exhibits most admirable adaptation to his situations and the
element in which he lives, in the toughness and thickness of his skin and disposition of the
coating of blubber beneath, which serves the purpose—if we may be permitted to use so
homely a simile—of an extra great-coat to keep him warm, and prevent his warm red blood
from being chilled by the icy seas. But provision is especially made to enable him to descend
uninjured to very great depths. The orifices of the nostrils are closed by valves, wonderfully
suited to keep out the water from the lungs, notwithstanding the pressure. In one species
one mile long. Having let out this much of
the rope, the situation of the boat’s crew became critical. Either they must have cut the line,
and submitted to a very serious loss, or have run the risk of being dragged under water by the
whale. The men were desired to retire to the stern, to counterbalance the pulls of the whale,
which dragged the bow down sometimes to within an inch of the water. In this dangerous
dilemma the boat remained some time, vibrating up and down with the tugs of the monster,
but never moving from the place where it lay when the harpoon was first thrown. This fact
proves that the whale must have descended at once perpendicularly, as had he advanced in any
direction he must have pulled the boat along with him. Mr. Scoresby and the crew were
rescued by the timely arrival of another boat furnished with fresh ropes and harpoons. A
whale when struck will dive sometimes to a depth of 800 fathoms; and as the surface of a
large animal may be estimated at 1,500 square feet, at this depth it will have to sustain a
pressure equal to 211,000 tons. The transition from that which it is exposed to at the surface,
and which may be taken at about 1,300 tons, to so enormous an increase, must be productive
of the utmost exhaustion.
Strange incidents are related of harpooning. On September 24th, 1864, as the Peterhead, and on the other, 1838.
This vessel was lost in 1856, in the
Cumberland Straits whale-fishery; it is therefore clear that the harpoon must have remained
in the animal from that time.
A sailor gives the following description of sleeping inside a whale; not, however,
quite as Jonah may have done. He says:Shipmates I have Known,
in The Shipwrecked Mariner: Journal of the
Shipwrecked Mariners’ Society.We were on a little expedition in the
long-boat one voyage, and we had to encamp for the night with as much comfort as
our scant means would afford. The shore was terrible for its wildness and desolation—it
was indeed lonely, sad, and sandy, but what was strange and welcome, was, great carcases
of whales, stranded like wrecks on the far-reaching shore, in some cases the backbone
holding together like a good keel and the great ribs still round, giving you an idea of an
elongated hogshead without the staves. We landed for the night, unbent our sails and
stretched them over the bleached ribs of a whale’s skeleton, and after supper took a
comfortable sleep under the most curious roof-tree I ever rested under.
This was on
the north-west coast of Africa; and the sailor came to the conclusion that whales come
ashore to die. And to my mind,
says he, it is as poetical as it is welcome. I like
And now for that great mythical or actual animal the sea-serpent.
For ages an animal of immense size and serpentine form has been believed to inhabit the ocean, though rarely seen. A strong conviction of its existence has always prevailed in Norway and the fiords, where it has been reported to have been frequently seen. It is also said that the coasts of New England have been frequently visited by this marine monster many times during this century.
Bishop Pontoppidan, who, about the middle of the eighteenth century, wrote a history of
Norway, his native land, collected a quantity of testimonies as to its occasional appearance.
Among other evidence he mentions that of Captain de Ferry, of the Norwegian Navy, who
saw the serpent, while in a boat rowed by eight men, near Molde, in August, 1774. A
declaration of this was made by the captain and two of the crew before a magistrate.
The animal was described as of the general form of a serpent stretched on the surface in
In the summer of 1846 many respectable persons stated that in the vicinity of Christiansand and Molde they had seen the marine serpent. The affidavits of numerous persons were given in the papers, which, with some discrepancies in minute particulars, agree in testifying that an animal of great length (from about fifty to a hundred feet) had been seen at various times, in many cases more than once. All agreed that the eyes were large and glaring; that the body was dark-brown and comparatively slender; and that the head, which for size was compared to a ten-gallon cask, was covered with a long spreading mane.
An account of one of these encounters, which took place on the 28th May, 1845, was published by the Rev. P. W. Demboll, Archdeacon of Molde, those present being J. C. Lund, bookseller and printer, G. S. Krogh, merchant, Christian Flang, Lund’s apprentice, and John Elgenses, labourer. These men were fishing on the Romsdal Fjord, and the appearance took place about seven in the evening, a little distance from shore, near the ballast place and the Molde Hove. Lund fired at the animal, which followed them till they came to shallow water, when it dived and disappeared.
In 1817 the Linnæan Society of New England published A Report relative to a Large
Marine Animal, supposed to be a Serpent, seen near Cape Ann, Massachusetts, in August,
of
that year. A good deal of care was taken to obtain evidence, and the deposition of eleven
witnesses of fair and unblemished characters were certified on oath before the magistrates.
The length was estimated at fifty to a hundred feet, and the head compared to that of a
sea-turtle, a rattlesnake, and a serpent generally, but in this case there was no appearance
of a mane.
Again, in the Boston Daily Advertiser for November 25th, 1840, there is a communication
from the Hon. T. H. Perkins of that city, attesting his own personal observation of the marine
serpent at Gloucester Harbour, near Cape Ann, in 1817. This communication took the form
of a letter written to a friend in 1820.
Captain Perkins speaks of the animal’s motion being the vertical movement of the caterpillar, and not that of the common snake either on land or water, and this confirms the account of Mr. M‘Clean, the minister of a parish in the Hebrides, who saw in 1809 a serpentine monster about eighty feet in length. He distinctly states that it seemed to move by undulations up and down, which is not only contrary to all that is known of serpents, but from the structure of their vertebræ impossible. Hans Egede mentions the appearance of a marine snake off the coast of Greenland in 1734.
On the 15th of May, 1833, a party, consisting of Captain Sullivan, Lieutenant
Maclachlan and Ensign Malcolm of the Rifle Brigade, Lieutenant Lyster of the Artillery, and
Mr. Ince the ordnance store-keeper at Halifax, started from that town in a small yacht
for Mahone Bay, on a fishing excursion. When about half-way they came upon a shoal
of grampuses in an unusual state of excitement, and to the surprise of the party they
perceived the head and neck of a snake, at least eighty feet in length, following them.
An account of this occurrence was published in the Zoologist for 1847. The editor stated
that he was indebted for it to Mr. W. H. Ince, who received it from his brother,
The dates affixed to the names were those on which the gentlemen received their respective commissions.
Great interest was excited in 1848 by an account of a great sea-serpent seen in lat.
24° 44′ S., and long. 9° 20′ E., in the tropics, and not very far from the coast of Africa,
by the officers and crew of her Majesty’s frigate Times for
the 13th of October, describes it with confidence as an enormous serpent, with head
and shoulders kept about four feet constantly above the surface of the sea;
and he adds:
As nearly as we could approximate by comparing it with the length of what our main
topsail-yard would show in the water, there was at the very least sixty feet of the animal
à fleur d’eau, no portion of which was to our perception used in propelling it through
the water, either by vertical or horizontal undulation. It passed rapidly, but so close
under our lee-quarter that had it been a man of my acquaintance I should have easily
recognised his features with the naked eye; but it did not, either in approaching the
ship or after it had passed our wake, deviate in the slightest degree from its course to the
south-west, which it held on at the pace of from twelve to fifteen miles per hour, apparently
on some determined purpose. The diameter of the serpent was about fifteen or sixteen
inches behind the head, which was without doubt that of a snake; and it was never during
the twenty minutes that it continued in sight of our glasses once below the surface of the
water; its colour a dark brown with yellowish white about the throat. It had no fins,
but something like the mane of a horse, or rather a bunch of sea-weed washed about its
back.
[Illustration: THE GREAT SEA-SERPENT WHEN FIRST SEEN FROM H.M.S.
(After a Drawing by Captain M‘Quhæ, sent to the Lords of the Admiralty, October, 1848.)]
Drawings prepared from a sketch by Captain M‘Quhæ were published in the
Illustrated London News of 28th October, 1848. Lieutenant Drummond, the officer of
the watch at the time, also printed his own impression of the animal, which differs in some
slight points from the Captain’s account, particularly in ascribing a more elongated form
to the head, in the mention of a back-fin (whereas Captain M‘Quhæ expressly says no
fins were seen), and the lower estimate of the length of the portion of the animal visible.
Lieutenant Drummond’s words are:—The appearance of its head, which with the back
fin was the only portion of the animal visible, was long, pointed, and flattened at the top,
perhaps ten feet in length; the upper jaw projecting considerably; the fin was perhaps
twenty feet in the rear of the head, and visible occasionally. The Captain also asserted
that he saw the tail, or another fin about the same distance behind it. The upper part
of the head and shoulders appeared of a dark brown colour, and beneath the jaw a brownish
white. It pursued a steady and undeviating course, keeping its head horizontal with the
Lieutenant
Drummond’s account is the more worthy of regard, as it was derived from his journal,
and so gives the exact impressions of the hour, while Captain M‘Quhæ’s description was
written from memory after his arrival in England.
[Illustration: HEAD OF SEA-SERPENT. (After a Drawing by Captain M‘Quhæ.)]
These statements caused much discussion at the time. It was suggested by Mr. J. D.
Morriss Stirling, a gentleman long living in Norway, and also by a writer in the Times
of November 2, 1848, under the signature of F. G. S.,
that the monster had an affinity with
the great fossil reptiles known to geologists as the Enaliosauria, and particularly adduced
the genus Plesiosaurus, or gigantic lizard, with a serpent-like neck. This is also the opinion
of Professor Agassiz, as given in the report of his lectures in Philadelphia, in 1849, and
reaffirmed in his Geological Researches.
A master in science, Professor Richard Owen, now appeared upon the field, and in
a most able article in the Times, November 11, 1848, gave his verdict against the serpentine
character of the animal, and pronounced it to have been, in his judgment, a seal. He argued
this partly from the description of its appearance, and partly from the fact that no remains of
any dead marine serpent had ever been found. He says: On weighing the question
whether creatures meriting the name of
great sea serpent
do exist, or whether any of the
gigantic marine saurians of the secondary deposits may have continued to live up to the
present time, it seems to me less probable that no part of the carcase of such reptiles should
have ever been discovered in a recent or unfossilised state, than that men should have been
deceived by a cursory view of a partly submerged and rapidly moving animal, which might
only be strange to themselves. In other words, I regard the negative evidence from the
utter absence of any of the recent remains of great sea serpents, Krakens, or Enaliosauria,
as stronger against their actual existence than the positive statements which have
hitherto weighed with the public mind in favour of their existence. A larger body of
evidence from eye-witnesses might be got together in proof of ghosts than of the sea
serpent.
However, Captain M‘Quhæ gallantly returned to the charge, and combated the idea
that he had mistaken one of the Phoca species for a snake; and he was strongly corroborated
by Mr. R. Davidson, Superintending Surgeon, Nagpore Subsidiary Force, in a letter from
Kamptee, published in the Bombay Bi-monthly Times, for January, 1849. This gentleman
says that an animal, of which no more generally correct description could be given than
that by Captain M‘Quhæ,
passed within thirty-five yards of the ship
Again, a letter was printed in the Zoologist for 1852, communicated by Captain Steele,
9th Lancers, to his brother, Lieutenant-Colonel Steele of the Coldstream Guards, stating
that while on his way to India in the every one on board saw the head
and neck of an enormous snake.
This was corroborated in a letter from one of the
officers of the ship, who says:—His head appeared to be about sixteen feet above the
Another theory was put forward in the London Sun of the 9th July, 1849, by Captain
Herriman, of the British ship
I perceived,
wrote Captain Herriman, something right abeam, about half a mile to the
westward, stretched along the water to the length of about twenty-five to thirty feet, and perceptibly
moving from the ship with a steady sinuous motion. The head, which seemed to be
lifted several feet above the water, had something resembling a mane running down to the
floating portion, and within six feet of the tail it forked out into a sort of double fin.
On
approaching in a small boat, however, Captain Herriman discovered that his monster was nothing
more formidable than an immense piece of sea-weed, evidently detached from a coral reef,
and drifting with the current, which sets constantly to the westward in this latitude, and which,
together with the swell left by the subsidence of the gale, gave it the sinuous snake-like motion.
In the Times of 5th February, 1858, a letter from Captain Harrington, of the ship
This last imputation brought up An Officer of H.M. ship
whose testimony,
in the Times of 16th February, 1858, puts hors de combat the sea-weed theory in that
renowned case. He states that, at its nearest position, being not more than 200 yards
from us,
the eye, the mouth, the nostril, the colour and form, all being most distinctly visible
to us ... my impression was it was rather of a lizard than a serpentine character, as
its movement was steady and uniform, as if propelled by fins, not by any undulatory power.
That there is some mighty denizen of the vasty deep, sometimes but seldom seen, is more than possible, and highly probable; but to which of the recognised classes of created being can this huge rover of the ocean be referred? First of all, is it an animal at all? On two occasions monstrous pieces of weed have been mistaken for the Kraken, but on each occasion the distance from the vessel is estimated at half a mile; while Captain M‘Quhæ says that he was within 200 yards, and Mr. Davidson within thirty-five yards of the animal. Under these circumstances we may fairly dismiss the sea-weed hypothesis.
Professor Owen would place the sea-serpent among the mammalia, but Phoca proboscidea
is the only seal which will bear comparison with the Phoca proboscidea has no mane, the only seals possessing what may be
dignified with the title being the two kinds of sea lions—the Otaria jubata and Platyrhynchus
leoninus—which are far too small to come into the count.
It is quite possible that the great unknown is a reptile, and his marine habits present
no difficulty. In the Indian and Pacific Oceans there are numerous specimens of true snakes
(Hydrophidæ), which are exclusively inhabitants of the sea. None of these, however, are
known to exceed a few feet in length, and none of them, so far as is known, have found
their way into the Atlantic.
The most probable solution of the riddle is the hypothesis of Mr. Morriss Stirling
and Professor Agassiz, that the so-called sea-serpent will find its closest affinities with
those extraordinary animals the Enaliosauria, or marine lizards, whose fossil skeletons are
found so abundantly through the Oolite and the Lias. If the Plesiosaur could be seen alive
you would find nearly its total length on the face of the water propelled at a rapid rate,
without any undulation, by an apparatus altogether invisible—the powerful paddles beneath—while
the entire serpentine neck would probably be projected obliquely, carrying the reptilian
head, with an eye of moderate aperture, and a mouth whose gape did not extend behind the
eye. Add to this a body of leathery skin like that of the whale, give the creature a length
In evidence of the existence of such an animal, Captain the Hon. George Hope states
that when in H.M.S.
The two strong objections to this theory are—first, the hypothetical improbability of
such forms having been transmitted from the era of the secondary strata to the present
time; and, second, the entire absence of any parts of the carcases or unfossilised skeletons
of such animals in museums. Many fossil types, however, of marine animals have been
transmitted, with or without interruption, from remote geological epochs to the present time;
among these may be mentioned the Port Jackson Shark (Cestracion), and the gar-pike
(Lepidosteus), which have come down to us without interruption, the Chimæra percopsis of
Lake Superior, and soft-shelled tortoises (Trionychidæ), with more or less apparent disappearance.
The non-occurrence of dead animals is of little weight as disproving the
existence of the sea-serpent; its carcase would float only a short time, and the rock-bound
coasts of Norway would be very unlikely to retain any fragment cast up by the waves; many
whales being known to naturalists only from two or three specimens in many centuries.
The conclusion of the best naturalists is that the existence of the sea-serpent is possibly
a verity, and that it may prove to be some modified type of the secondary Enaliosaurians,
or possibly some intermediate form between them and the elongated Cetaceans.
English Appreciation of the Sea-side—Its Variety and Interest—Heavy Weather—The Green Waves—On the Cliffs—The Sea from there—Madame de Gasparin’s Reveries—Description of a Tempest—The Voice of God—Calm—A Great Medusa off the Coast—Night on the Sea—Boating Excursion—In a Cavern—Colonies of Sea-anemones—Rock Pools—Southey’s Description—Treasures for the Aquarium—A Rat Story—Rapid Influx of Tide and its Dangers—Melancholy Fate of a Family—Life Under Water.
In hollows of the tide-worn reef,
To violate the fairy paradise.
The sea-side is nowhere more thoroughly appreciated than in our own rock and water girt
island, as the popularity of so many of our coast watering-places fully attests. The wonders
Naturalist’s Rambles on the Devonshire
Coast;
Tenby: a Seaside Holiday;
A Year at the Shore;
the Rev. J. G. Wood’s Common Objects of the
Sea-shore;
and Madame de Gasparin’s charming idyl, By the Sea-shore.
The sea-side,
says Gosse, a writer who is both artist and scientist in his powers of
description, is never dull. Other places soon tire us; we cannot always be admiring
scenery, though ever so beautiful, and nobody stands gazing into a field or on a hedgerow bank,
though studded with the most lovely flowers, by the half-hour together. But we can and do
stand watching the sea, and feel reluctant to leave it: the changes of the tide and the ever
rolling, breaking, and retiring waves are so much like the phenomena of life, that we look on
with an interest and expectation akin to that with which we watch the proceedings of living
beings.
The sea-shore, in all its varied aspects, has beauties and characteristics all its own.
How grandly,
says the same writer, those heavy waves are rolling in upon this long
shingle-beach. Onward they come, with an even, deliberate march that tells of power, out of
that lowering sky that broods over the southern horizon. Onward they come! onward! onward!
each following its precursor in serried ranks, ever coming nearer and nearer, ever looming
larger and larger, like the resistless legions of a great invading army, sternly proud in its
conscious strength; and ever and anon, as one and another dark billow breaks in a crest of
foam, we may fancy we see the standards and ensigns of the threatening host waving here
and there above the mass.
Still they drive in, and each in turn curls over its green head, and rushes up the sloping
beach in a long-drawn sheet of the purest, whitest foam. The drifted snow itself is not more
purely spotlessly white than is that sheet of foaming water. How it seethes and sparkles! how it
boils and bubbles! how it rings and hisses! The wind sings shrilly out of the driving clouds,
now sinking to a moan, now rising to a roar; but we cannot hear it, for its tones are drowned
in the ceaseless rushing of the mighty waves upon the beach and the rattle of the recoiling
pebbles. Along the curvature of the shore the shrill, hoarse voice runs, becoming softer and
mellower as it recedes; while the echo of the bounding cliffs confines and repeats and mingles
it with the succeeding ones till all are blended on the ear in one deafening roar.
But let us climb these slippery rocks, and picking our way cautiously over yonder
craggy ledges, leaping the chasms that yawn between and reveal the hissing waters below, let
us strive to attain the vantage-ground of that ridge which we see some fifty feet above the
beach. It is perilous work this scrambling over rocks, alternately slimy with treacherous seaweed,
and bristling with sharp needle-points of honeycombed limestone; now climbing a
precipice, with the hands clutching these same rough points, and the toes finding a precarious
hold in their interstices; now descending to a ledge awfully overhung; now creeping along a
narrow shelf by working each foot on a few inches at a time, while the fingers nervously cling
to the stony precipice, and the mind strives to forget the rugged depths below, and what would
happen if—ah! that
if!
let us cast it to the winds. Another long stride across a gulf, a
bound upward, and here we are.
Yes, here we stand on the bluff, looking out to seaward in the very eye of the
wind. We might have supposed it a tolerably smooth slope of stone when we looked at
[Illustration: ON THE SEA-SHORE: CALM AND STORM.]
Heavily rolls in the long deep swell of the ocean from the south-west; and as it
approaches, with its huge undulations driven up into foaming crests before the howling gale,
each mighty wave breasts up against these rocks, as when an army of veteran legions assaults
an impregnable fortress. Impregnable, indeed! for having spent its fury in a rising wall
of mingled water and foam, it shoots up perpendicularly to an immense elevation, as if it
would scale the heights it could not overthrow, only to be the next moment a broken ruin
of water murmuring and shrieking in the moats below. The insular blocks and peaks receive
the incoming surge in an overwhelming flood, which immediately, as the spent wave recedes,
pours off through the interstices in a hundred beautiful jets and cascades; while in the
narrow straits and passages the rushing sea boils and whirls about in curling sheets of
snowy whiteness, curdling the surface; or where it breaks away, of the most delicate pea-green
hue, the tint produced by the bubbles seen through the water as they crowd to the
air from the depths where they were formed—the evidence of the unseen conflict fiercely
raging between earth and sea far below.
The shrieking gusts, as the gale rises yet higher and more furious, whip off the crests
of the breaking billows, and bear the spray like a shower of salt sleet to the height where
we stand; while the foam, as it forms and accumulates around the base of the headland, is
seized by the same power in broad masses and carried against the sides of the projecting
rocks, flying hither and thither like fleeces of wool, and adhering like so much mortar to
the face of the precipice, till it covers great spaces, to the height of many fathoms above
the highest range of the tide. The gulls flit wailing through the storm, now breasting the
wind, and beating the air with their long wings as they make slow headway; then yielding
the vain essay, they turn and are whirled away, till, recovering themselves, they come up
again with a sweep, only to be discomfited. Their white forms, now seen against the leaden-grey
sky, now lost amidst the snowy foam, then coming into strong relief against the black
rock; their piping screams now sounding close against the ear, then blending with the sounds
of the elements, combine to add a wildness to the scene which was already sufficiently
savage.
But the spring-tide is nearly at its lowest; a rocky path leads down from our
eminence to a recess in the precipice, whence in these conditions access may be obtained
to a sea cavern that we may possibly find entertainment in exploring.
Madame de Gasparin, in her visit to Italy, thus describes her impressions of a
thunderstorm, the reveries of an enthusiastic poet-traveller.By the Sea-shore.
Last night
a storm burst over Chiaveri. Three tempests in one! and we in the very centre of the
action.
The thunder, marching on for a long time with that solemn roll which reveals the depths
of the skies, suddenly explodes with a crash; the lightnings fall straight and serried—no
longer a series of fantastic zig-zags, but a very focus of electric light. Sometimes the
brilliancy flashes out behind the castle, and the outline of its square tower, black as ink,
I can understand seriousness; I have no patience with fear.
There was a time when, during heavy storms, my mother was wont to say to me:
Come!
We used to go out in the full fury of the tempest. Listen,
my mother would
say; it is the voice of God!
Then she made me join my hands; she prayed, and peace
descended into my soul.
And again of a storm elsewhere Madame de Gasparin says:—The mighty voice fills the
air with clamour. Not another word; there it is in its frenzy.
There it is, stretching out to the furthest horizons. The clouds which are driving along
alternately dye it grey or black; then the mists are rent, they let the sun pass through, and
the intense blue is lit up to the very depths of immensity.
Near the shore squadrons of green waves of baleful perfidious hue—heavy opaque masses,
uplifted by a convulsive throb, shone athwart by a pale ray—roll over and break with thundering
noise; and foaming cataracts, precipitated in torrents, dash up, then, suddenly quieted,
come and lave the shore with their clear waters.
Terrible in its rage this sea! full of spite, like a wicked fairy. Howling to the four
quarters of the sky, heedlessly breaking proud ships to pieces, intoxicated with cries, calamities,
frenzied with might; and then, as in irony, tracing magic circles, enclosing, inundating you,
and thrilling with pleasure, running back, leaving the sand strewn with rainbowed bubbles.
We stand motionless, mere nothings in presence of this brute force. But our soul
thrills, feeling herself greater than the sea, stronger than the waves—she who can lay
hold on God.
But a ray or light has shone out....
And now that the sun is lavishingly scattering diamonds over the sea, now that
the wrath of the waves breaks into sparkling laughter, let us run on the shore, and
defy the spray.
And so, sometimes flying from, and sometimes braving the wind, we rush into the uproar,
we push on to that mass of rocks upon which the waves are crashing. Swelling at a distance,
they rear themselves up—they are giants! Hardly have they reached the rocks than they
crumble away, and the silly foam throws its flakes on the pine-trees holding on to the
mountain side. This is succeeded by a heavenly calm.
The peaceful main,
Clear as the blue, sublime, o’er-arching sky.
Down we gazed,
says Gosse, in one of his charming sea-side works, on the smooth
sea, becoming more and more mirror-like every moment, as the slight afternoon breeze died
away into a calm, and allowing us from our vantage height to see far down into its depths.
Let us now scramble down the cliff-side path, tangled with briers and ferns, where the
swelling buds of the hawthorn and honeysuckle are already bursting, while the blackbird
mellowly whistles in the fast-greening thicket, and the lark joyously greets the mounting sun
above us. Yonder on the shingle lies a boat newly painted in white and green for the
attraction of young ladies of maritime aspirations; she is hauled up high and dry, but the
sinewy arms of an honest boatman, who, hearing footsteps, has come out of his little grotto
under the rock to reconnoitre, will soon drag her down to the sea’s margin, and
for the sum of
a shilling an hour,
will pull us over the smooth and pond-like sea whithersoever we may
choose to direct him.
Jump aboard, please, sir. Jump in, ladies. Jump in, little master.
And now, as
we take our seats on the clean canvas cushions astern, the boat’s bottom scrapes along with a
harsh grating noise over the white shingle-pebbles, and we are afloat.
First to the caverns just outside yonder lofty point. The lowness of the tide will enable
us to take the boat into them, and the calmness of the sea will preclude much danger of her
striking upon the rocks, especially as the watchful boatman will be on the alert, boat-hook in
hand, to keep her clear. Now we lie in the gloom of the lofty arch, gently heaving and
sinking and swaying on the slight swell, which, however smooth at the surface, is always
perceptible when you are in a boat among rocks, and which invests such an approach with a
danger that a landsman does not at all appreciate.
Yet the water, despite the swell, is glassy, and invites the gaze down into its crystalline
depths, where the little fishes are playing and hovering over the dark weeds.
The sides of the cavern rise around us in curved planes, washed smooth and slippery by
the dashing of the waves of ages, and gradually merge into the massive angles and projections
and groins of the broken roof, whence a tuft or two of what looks like samphire depends.
Actinia mesembryanthemum)
clustered about the sides, many of them adhering to the stone walls several feet above the
water. Those have been left uncovered for hours, and are none the worse for it. They are
closed, the many tentacles being concealed by the involution of the upper part of the body, so
that they look like balls or hemispheres, or semi-ovals of flesh; or like ripe fruits, so plump
and glossy and succulent and high-coloured, that we are tempted to stretch forth the willing
hand to pluck and eat. Some are greengages, some Orleans plums, some magnum-bonums, so
varied are their rich hues; but look beneath the water, and you see them not less numerous,
but of quite another guise. These are all widely expanded; the tentacles are thrown out in an
arch over the circumference, leaving a broad flat disc, just like a many-petalled flower of
gorgeous hues; indeed, we may fancy that here we see the blossoms and there the ripened fruit.
Do not omit, however, to notice the beads of pearly blue that stud the margin all around at
the base of the over-arching tentacles. These have been supposed by some to be eyes; the
suggestion, however, rests upon no anatomical ground, and is, I am afraid, worthless, though I
cannot tell you what purpose they do serve.
[Illustration: SEA ANEMONES.
1, 2, 3. A. sulcata. 4. Phymactis sanctæ Helenæ. 5. Actinia capensis. 6. A. Peruviana.
7. A. sanctæ Catherinæ. 8. A. amethystina. 9, 10. Anthea cereus.]
Southey must have had the deep rocky pools of the Devonshire coast in his mind’s eye when he wrote—
It was a garden still beyond all price,
Upon the waves dispread.
It is among the rock-tide pools that some of the most prized treasures of the aquarium
may be obtained. There are the little shrubberies of pink coralline, Southey’s arborets of
jointed stone
; there are the crimson banana-leaves of the Delesseria, the purple tufts of
Polysiphoniæ and Ceramia, the broad emerald green leaves of Ulva, and the wavy, feathery
Ptitola and Dasya. Then everywhere is to be found the lovely Chondrus crispus, with its
expanding fan-shaped fronds cut into segments, every segment of every frond reflecting a
lovely iridescent azure.
[Illustration: DELESSERIA.]
[Illustration: ULVA.]
Mr. Gosse was reclining one evening on the turf, looking down on a Devonshire cove that formed the extremity of a great cavern. Though it was low tide, the sea did not recede sufficiently to admit of any access to the cove from the shore. Presently he saw a large rat come deliberately foraging down to the water’s edge, peep under every stone, go hither and thither very methodically, pass into the crevices, exploring them in succession. At length he came out of a hole in the rock, with some white object in his mouth as big as a walnut, and ran slowly off with it by a way the observer had not seen him go before, till he could follow him no longer with his eyes because of the projections of the precipice. What could he possibly have found? He evidently knew what he was about. From his retirement into the cavern, when the sea had quite insulated it, the sagacious little animal had doubtless his retreat in its recesses, far up, of course, out of the reach of the sea, where he would be snugly lodged when the waves dashed and broke wildly through the cove, kindling millions of fitful lamps among the clustering polypes below.
The influx of the tide is frequently, as we all know, very rapid on the sands, and cuts off the communication between rocky islets and the shore in rather a treacherous fashion. Mr. Gosse, in giving an account of such influx on a part of the Devonshire coast says:—
In the evening we strolled down to look at the place, and were beguiled into staying till
it was quite late by the interest which attached to the coming-in of the tide. There was a
bore,
and covered with turbulent water
large tracts which but a few moments before were dry. We were pushed from stone to stone,
and from spot to spot, like a retreating enemy before a successful army; but we lingered,
wishing to see the junction of the waters and the insulation of the rock. It is at this point
that the advance is so treacherous. There was an isthmus of some twenty feet wide of dry
sand, when my wife, who had seen the process before, said, It will be all over by the time you
have counted a hundred.
Before I had reached fifty it was a wide wash of water.
A melancholy fate overtook a large family party near here some years ago. They had walked over the sands to Fern Cliff, and made their picnic in a cavern close by, forgetful of the silent march of the tide. When they discovered their isolation escape was cut off, and the overhanging rock forbade all chance of climbing. They were all drowned, and the bodies picked up one by one, as the sea washed them in.
All the species of anemone found on the rocks above the water are to be seen below it, and
all displaying their beauties in an incomparably more charming fashion. The whole submerged
wall is nothing else than a parterre of most brilliant flowers, taken bodily and set on
end. The eye is bewildered with their number and variety, and knows not which to look at
first. Here are the rosy anemones (
The loveliness of these submarine gardens cannot be over-rated.
Sagartia rosea), with a firm fleshy column of rich sienna-brown,
paler towards the base, and with the upper part studded with indistinct spots, marking
the situation of certain organs which have an adhesive power. The disc is of a pale neutral
tint, with a crimson mouth in the centre, and a circumference of crowded tentacles of the
most lovely rose-purple, the rich hue of that lovely flower that bears the name of General
Jacqueminot. In those specimens that are most widely opened this tentacular fringe forms a
blossom whose petals overhang the concealed column, expanding to the width of an inch or
more; but there are others in which the expansion is less complete in different degrees, and
these all give distinct phases of loveliness. We find a few among the rest which, with the
characteristically-coloured tentacles, have the column and disc of a creamy white; and one in
which the disc is of a brilliant orange, inclining to scarlet. Most lovely little creatures are
they all! Commingling with these charming roses there are others which attain a larger
size, occurring in even greater abundance. They are frequently an inch and a half in diameter
when expanded, and some are even larger than this. You may know them at once by observing
that the outer row of tentacles, and occasionally also some of the others, are of a scarlet
hue, which, when examined minutely, is seen to be produced by a sort of core of that rich hue
pervading the pellucid tentacle. The species is commonly known as the scarlet-fringed
anemone (Sagartia miniata). The inner rows of tentacles, which individually are larger than
those of the outer rows, are pale, marked at the base with strong bars of black. The disc is
very variable in hue, but the column is for the most part of the same rich brown as we saw in
the rosy. Yet, though these are characteristic colours, there are specimens which diverge
exceedingly from them, and some approach so near the roses as to be scarcely distinguishable
from them.
A Submerged Forest—Grandeur of Devonshire Cliffs—Castellated Walls—A Natural Palace—Collection of Sea-weeds—The
Title a Miserable Misnomer—The Bladder Wrack—Practical Uses—The Harvest-time for Collectors—The Huge
Laminaria—Good for Knife-handles—Marine Rope—The Red-Seeded Group—Munchausen’s Gin Tree Beaten—The
Coralline a Vegetable—Beautiful Varieties—Irish Moss—The Green Seeds—Hints on Preserving Sea-weeds—The
Boring Pholas—How they Drill—Sometimes through each other—The Spinous Cockle—The Red-noses
—Hundreds of
Peasantry Saved from Starvation—Rubbish,
and the difficulty of obtaining it—Results of a Basketful—The Contents
of a Shrimper’s Net—Miniature Fish of the Shore.
Mr. Gosse tells us in his Tenby,
of a veritable submerged forest near Amroth. Pieces of
soft and decayed wood constantly come to the surface, and are called by the peasantry sea
turf.
It is very commonly perforated by the shells of Pholas candida, being ensconed therein
as closely as they can lie without mutual invasion. Other pieces are quite solid, resisting the
knife like the good old oak timbers of a ship. Occasionally, during storms, whole trunks and
roots and branches are torn away, come floating to the surface of the sea, and are cast on the
shore. Some of them have been found at the recess of the autumnal spring tides, which have
marks of the axe still fresh upon them, proving that the encroachment of the sea has been
effected since the country was inhabited by civilised man.
Several kinds of trees, including
elm, willow, alder, poplar, and oak, have been found among the large fragments cast up.
An account of the encroachments of the sea on various parts of our coasts would fill a
large volume.
Mr. Gosse well describes some of the Devonshire coast scenery. Now,
says he, we
are under Lidstep Head, a promontory in steepness and height rivalling its
proud
opponents.
I never before saw cliffs like these. The stratification is absolutely perpendicular, and as
straight as a line, taking the appearance at every turn of enormous towers, castles, and abbeys,
in which the fissures bear the closest resemblance to loopholes and doors. Great areas open
enclosed as if with vast walls. The sea surface was particularly smooth, and we ventured to
pull into one of these, exactly as if into a ruined castle or vast abbey; chamber opening beyond
chamber, bounded and divided by what I must call walls of rock, enormous in height, and as
straight as the architect’s plumb would have made them, with the smooth sea for the floor.
If the tide had been high, instead of being low-water of a spring tide, we might have rowed
all about this great enclosed court; but as it was, the huge square upright rocks were appearing
above water, like massive altars and tables. The sea was perfectly clear, and we could look
down to the foundations of the precipices where the purple-ringed Medusæ were playing.
Altogether, it was a place of strange grandeur; we felt as if we were in a palace of the
sea genii, as if we were where we ought not to be, and when a gull shrieked over our
heads, and uttered his short, hollow, mocking laugh, we started and looked at one another
as though something uncanny had challenged us, though the sun was shining broadly over
the tops of those Cyclopean walls.
We left this natural palace with regret; but the tide was near its lowest ebb, and
I wished to be on the rocks for whatever might be obtainable in natural history. The
lads, therefore, gave way, and we swiftly shot past this coast of extraordinary sublimity.
Easiest of all maritime objects to collect are the so-called
sea-weeds,
which the Rev. J. G. Wood rightly terms
a miserable appellation,
to be employed under protest.
They are in reality beautiful sea-plants of oft-times delicate
form and colour; and even the larger and commoner
varieties have much of interest about them, some having
actual uses. One of the first to strike the eye on almost
any beach is the common bladder-wrack (Fucus vesiculosus),
that dark olive-brown sea-weed familiar to all visitors to our
coasts. It is distinguished by its air-vessels, which explode when trodden on or otherwise
roughly compressed, and which are the delight of all youngsters at the sea-side. This slimy
and slippery weed makes rock-walking perilous in a moderate degree, a fact which does not
generally stop young British maidens and their companions from slipping about over
its tangled masses. A larger species (Fucus serratus) sometimes grows to a length of six
feet. It is used as manure, and even as food for cattle; while it is excellent to pack
lobsters, crabs, &c., if they have to be sent inland. These and kindred algæ, the generic
term for sea-weed, are known as Melanosperms,
or black-seeded, so called from the dark olive tint
of the seeds or spores from which they spring, and
with which they abound.
[Illustration: BLADDER WRACK.
(Fucus vesiculosus.)]
The best time for the collector who would
reap a harvest is at spring-tides, when, Mr. Wood
tells us, an hour or two’s careful investigation of
the beach will sometimes produce as good results
as several days’ hard work with the dredge. It
is better to go down to the shore about half an
hour or so before the lowest tide, so as to follow
the receding waters and to save time.
The
naturalist or amateur collector then finds at these
low tides a new set of vegetation, contrasting with
the more delicate forms left higher on the beach, as
forest-trees with ferns and herbage. Huge plants,
some of them measuring eleven feet in length, of the oar-weed (Laminaria digitata), are lying
about in profusion. It is known by its scientific name on account of the flat thin-fingered
fronds it bears. Its stem is used for handles to knives and other implements, so tough and
strong is it. One good stem will furnish a dozen handles, and when dry it is as hard as horn.
[Illustration: LAMINARIA.]
Among the same group is to be found a most singular rope-like marine plant, hardly thicker than an ordinary pin at the base, where it adheres to the rock, but swelling to the size of a large swan’s-quill in the centre. When grasped by the hand it feels as though oiled, being naturally slimy, and covered by innumerable fine hairs. It is found from the length of one to twenty, thirty, and even forty feet. It may be mentioned that sea-weeds have no true roots, but adhere by discs or suckers. They derive their nourishment from the sea-water, not from the rock or soil.
Another sub-class of algæ are named the Rhodosperms, or red-seeded,
and they are among the most beautiful known to collectors.
They are delicate, and some turn brown when exposed to too much
light. Above low water-mark may be found growing largish masses
of a dense, reddish, thread-like foliage, sometimes adhering to the
rock, and sometimes to the stems of the great Laminaria. This is
one of a large genus, Polysiphonia (many-tubed
) the specific name
being Urceolata, or pitchered—it is actually covered with little jars,
or receptacles of coloured liquid.
That popular author and extensive traveller, Baron Munchausen,
says Mr. Wood, tells us that he met with a tree that
bore a fruit filled with the best of gin. Had he travelled along our own sea-coasts,
or, indeed, along any sea-coasts, and inspected
the vegetation of the waves there, he would have
found a plant that might have furnished him
with the groundwork of a story respecting a
jointed tree composed of wine-bottles, each joint
being a separate bottle filled with claret. It
is true that the plant is not very large, as it
seldom exceeds nine or ten inches in height, but
if examined through a microscope it might
be enlarged to any convenient size.
The
scientific name of this marine plant signifies
the jointed juice-branch.
It may be found
adhering to rocks, or large seaweed, and really
resembles a jointed series of miniature red wine
bottles.
The common coralline (Corallina officinalis)
is also one of the red sea-weeds, although long
thought to be a true coral. It is a curious
plant; it deposits in its own substance so large
an amount of carbonate of lime that when the
vegetable part of its nature dies the chalky
part remains. When alive it is of a dark
purple colour, which fades when removed from
A beautiful marine plant is the Delesseria sanguinea, with its beautiful scarlet leaves,
the branches being five or six inches in length. It has a very ancient and fish-like
smell,
once noticed not to be forgotten. Then again every one will remember in the little
seaweed bouquets and landscapes on card sold at the fashionable seaside watering-places,
a gay, bright, pinky-red kind, which is sure to be remarked for its charming beauty.
This is the Plocamium coccineum, which is found to be even more beautiful under the
microscope, for it is there seen that even the tiniest branchlets, themselves hardly thicker
than a hair, have each their rows of finer branches.
Some seaweeds are eaten, as for example the so-called Carrageen,
or Irish moss, which
is used in both jelly and size, and is one of the Rhodosperm algæ. To preserve it for
esculent purposes it is washed in fresh water and allowed to dry; it becomes then horny
and stiff. If boiled it subsides into a thick jelly, which is considered nutritious, and is
used by both invalids and epicures. Calico-printers use it for size. It is used, boiled in
milk, to fatten calves.
A pretty little seaweed, Griffithsia selacea, has the property of staining paper a fine
pinkish-scarlet hue when its membrane bursts. Contact with fresh water will usually
cause the membrane to yield, and then the colouring-matter is exuded with a slight
crackling noise.
The Chlorosperms, or green-seeded algæ, have the power of pouring out large quantities
of oxygen under certain conditions, and are therefore very valuable in the aquarium.
Among them are the sea-lettuce, before mentioned, the common sea grass, and a large
number of smaller and more delicate forms.
If,
says Mr. Wood, the naturalist wishes to dry and preserve the algæ which
he finds, he may generally do so without much difficulty, although some plants give
much more trouble than others. It is necessary that they should be well washed in fresh
water, in order to get rid of the salt, which, being deliquescent,
If not, the
Every visitor to the sea-shore has observed rocks drilled with innumerable holes, almost as though by art. A few good blows with a stout hammer on the chisel-head serve to split off a great slice of the coarse red sandstone. The holes run through its substance, but they are all empty, or filled only with the black fœtid mud which the sea has deposited in their cavities. These are too superficial; they are all deserted; the stone lies too high above low-water mark; we must seek a lower level. Try here, where the lowest spring-tide only just leaves the rocks bare. See! now we have uncovered the operators. Here lie snugly ensconced within the tubular perforations, great mollusca, with ample ivory-like shells, which yet cannot half contain the whiter flesh of their ampler bodies, and the long stout yellow siphons that project from one extremity, reaching far up the hole towards the surface of the rock.
We lift one from its cavity, all helpless and unresisting, yet manifesting its indignation
at the untimely disturbance by successive spasmodic contractions of those rough yellow
siphons, each accompanied with a forcible jet d’eau, a polite squirt of sea-water into our
faces; while at each contraction in length, the base swells out till the compressed valves
of the sharp shell threaten to pierce through its substance.
Strange as it seems, these animals have bored these holes in the stone, and they are capable of boring in far harder rock than this, even in compact limestone. The actual mode in which this operation is performed long puzzled philosophers. Some maintained that the animal secreted an acid which had the power of dissolving not only various kinds of stone, but also wood, amber, wax, and other substances in which the excavations are occasionally made. But it is hard to imagine a solvent of substances so various, and to know how the animal’s own shells were preserved from its action, while, confessedly, no such acid had ever been detected by the most careful tests. Others maintain that the rough points which stud the shell enable it to serve as a rasp, which the animal, by rotating on its axis, uses to wear away the stone or other material; but it was difficult to understand how it was that the shell itself was not worn away in the abrasion.
Actual observation in the aquarium has, however, proved that the second hypothesis
is the true one. M. Cailliaud in France, and Mr. Robertson in England, have demonstrated
that the Pholas uses its shell as a rasp, wearing away the stone with the asperities with
which the anterior parts of the valves are furnished. Between these gentlemen a somewhat
hot contention was maintained for the honour of priority in this valuable discovery. M.
Cailliaud himself used the valves of the dead shell, and imitating the natural conditions
as well as he could, actually bored an imitative hole, by making them rotate. Mr. Robertson
at Brighton exhibited to the public living Pholades in the act of boring in masses of chalk.
He describes it as a living combination of three instruments, viz., a hydraulic apparatus,
a rasp, and a syringe.
But the first and last of these powers can be considered only as
an accessory to the removing of the detritus out of the way when once the hole was bored,
the rasp being the real power. If you examine these living shells you will see that the
fore part, where the foot protrudes, is set with stony points arranged in transverse and
longitudinal rows; the former being the result of elevated ridges radiating from the hinge,
[Illustration: PHOLADES IN A BLOCK OF GNEISS.]
The animal turns in its
burrow from side to side when
at work, adhering to the interior
by the foot, and therefore
only partially rotating
to and fro. The substance
is abraded in the form of fine
powder, which is periodically
ejected from the mouth of the
hole by the contraction of the branchial siphon, a good deal of the more unpalpable portions
being deposited by the current as it proceeds, and lodging as a soft mud between the valves
and the stone. Mr. Hudson, who watched some Pholades at work in a tide-pool in the
chalk, observed the periodic ejection of the cloud of chalk powder, and noticed the heaps
of the same material deposited about the mouth of each burrow. The discharges were
made with no regularity as to time. Mrs. Merrifield records a curious fact:—A lady
watching the operations of some Pholades which were at work in a basin of sea-water,
perceived that two of them were boring at such an angle that their
tunnels would meet. Curious to ascertain what they would do in
this case, she continued her observations, and found that
the larger
and stronger Pholas bored straight through the weaker one, as if it
had been merely a piece of chalk rock.
[Illustration: SPINOUS COCKLE.
(Cardium edule.)]
What,
says Mr. Gosse, is that object that lies on yonder
stretch of sand, over which the shallow water ripples, washing the
sand around it and presently leaving it dry? It looks like a stone;
but there is a fine scarlet knob on it, which all of a sudden has disappeared. Let
us watch the movement of the receding wave, and run out to it. It is a fine example
of the great spinous cockle (
It is on the north-western coast of Scotland, however,
that the greatest abundance of these mollusca occurs, and there they form not a luxury
but even a necessary of life to the poor semi-barbarous population. The inhabitants of
these rocky regions enjoy an unenviable notoriety for being habitually dependent on this
mean diet. Cardium rusticum) for which all these sandy beaches that
form the bottom of the great sea-bed of Torbay are celebrated. Indeed, the species
bonne bouche it is, when artistically dressed. Old Dr. Turton—a
great authority in his day for Devonshire natural history, especially on matters relating
to shells and shell-fish—says that the cottagers about Paignton well know the red-noses,
as they call the great cockles, and search for them at low spring tides, when
they may be seen lying in the sand with the fringed siphons appearing just above the
surface. They gather them in baskets and panniers, and after cleansing them a few hours
in cold spring-water, fry the animals in a batter made of crumbs of bread. The creatures
have not changed their habits nor their habitats, for they are still to be seen in the old
spots just as they were a century ago; nor have they lost their reputation; they are, indeed,
promoted to the gratification of more refined palates now, for the cottagers, knowing on
which side their bread is buttered, collect the sapid cockles for the fashionables of Torquay,
and content themselves with
the humbler and smaller
species (Cardium edule), which
rather affects the muddy flats
of estuaries than sand beaches,
though not uncommon here.
This latter, though much inferior
in sapidity to the great
spinous sort, forms a far more
important item in the category
of human food, from its
very general distribution, its
extreme abundance, and the
ease with which it is collected.
Wherever the receding
tide leaves an area of exposed
mud, the common cockle is sure to be found, and hundreds of men, women, and
children may be seen plodding and groping over the sinking surface, with naked feet and
bent backs, picking up the shell-fish by thousands, to be boiled and eaten for home consumption,
or to be cried through the lanes and alleys of the neighbouring towns by stentorian
boys who vociferate all day long, Here’s your fine cockles, here! Here they are! Here
they are! Twopence a quart!
Where the river meets the sea at Tongue,
says Macculloch, in his Highland
and Island Homes of Scotland,
there is a considerable ebb, and the long sandbanks are
productive of cockles in an abundance which is almost unexampled. At that time (a year
of scarcity) they presented every day at low water a singular spectacle, being crowded with
men, women, and children, who were busily digging for these shell fish as long as the
tide permitted. It was not unusual to see thirty or forty horses from the surrounding
One of the easiest forms of collecting is from the débris, as it were, of fishermen’s nets
and baskets; but it is exceedingly difficult to induce trawlers to bring home any of their
rubbish.
Money, that in general makes the mare to go
in any direction you wish,
seems to have lost its stimulating power when the duty to be performed, the quid pro quo,
is the putting a shovelful of rubbish
into a bucket of water instead of jerking it overboard.
No, they haven’t got time. You try to work on their friendship; you sit and chat with
them, and think you have succeeded in worming yourself into their good graces sufficiently
to induce them to undertake the not very onerous task of bringing in a tub of rubbish.
The thing is not, however, utterly hopeless. Occasionally Mr. Gosse had a tub of
rubbish
brought to him; but much more generally worthless than otherwise. The boys
are sometimes more open to advances than the men, especially if the master carries his
own son with him, in which case the lad has a little more opportunity to turn a penny
for himself than when he is friendless. If ever,
says Gosse, you should be disposed
to try your hand on a bucket of trawler’s
rubbish,
I strongly recommend you, in the
preliminary point of catching your hare,
to begin with the cabin-boy.
The last basketful I overhauled made an immense heap when turned out upon a
board, but was sadly disappointing upon examination. It consisted almost entirely of one
or two kinds of hydroid zoophytes, and these of the commonest description. It does
not follow hence, however, that an intelligent and sharp-eyed person would not have
succeeded in obtaining a far greater variety; a score of species were doubtless brushed
overboard when this trash was bundled into the basket; but being small, or requiring to
be picked out singly, they were neglected, whereas the long and tangled threads of the
Plumularia falcata could be caught up in a moment like an armful of pea-haulm in a field,
its value being estimated, as usual with the uninitiated, by quantity rather than by quality,
by bulk rather than variety.
[Illustration: THE WEEVER FISH. (Trachinus communis.)]
Mr. Gosse found on several occasions when examining the contents of shrimpers’ nets,
a pretty little flat-fish, a constant inhabitant of sandy beaches and pools, and often found
in company with shrimps, some of which it hardly exceeded in size, although sometimes
reaching a maximum growth of four or five inches. Small as it is, it is allied to the
magnificent turbot. The naturalist above mentioned took it home, and observed its
habits at leisure. In a white saucer,
says he, it was a charming little object, though
rather difficult to examine, because, the instant the eye with the lens was brought near, it
flounced in alarm, and often leaped out upon the table. When its fit of terror was over,
however, it became still, and would allow me to push it hither and thither, merely waving
the edges of its dorsal and ventral fins rapidly as it yielded to the impulse.
This is the
Top-knot, so called from an elongation of the dorsal fin. The little Sand Launce, with its
pearly lustrous sides, is a commonly-found fish on the shore. It has a remarkable projection
of the lower jaws, a kind of spade, as it were, by the aid of which it manages to scoop out
a bed in the wet sand, and so lie hidden. The Lesser Weever, called by English fishermen
Sting-bull, Sting-fish, and Sea-cat, because of its power of inflicting severe inflammatory
Of crabs, prawns, and crustaceans, of shell-fish and rock fish, and the mollusca generally, these pages have already given a sufficient account. They are even more at home in the sea than on the shore.
[Illustration: THE DEVIL’S FRYING PAN, COAST OF CORNWALL.]
The Land’s End—Cornwall and her Contributions to the Navy—The Great Botallack Mine—Curious Sight Outwardly—Plugging
Out the Atlantic Ocean—The Roar of the Sea Heard Inside—In a Storm—The Miner’s Fears—The
Loggan Stone—A Foolish Lieutenant and his Little Joke—The Penalty—The once-feared Wolf Rock—Revolving
Lights—Are they Advantageous to the Mariner—Smuggling in Cornwall—A Coastguardsman Smuggler—Landing
150 Kegs under the Noses of the Officers—A Cornish Fishing-town—Looe, the Ancient—The Old Bridge—Beauty of
the Place from a Distance—Closer Inspection—Picturesque Streets—The Inhabitants—Looe Island and the Rats—A
Novel Mode of Extirpation—The Poor of Cornwall Better Off than Elsewhere—Mines and Fisheries—Working
on Tribute
—Profits of the Pilchard Season—Cornish Hospitality and Gratitude.
The Land’s End has a particular interest to the reader of this work, for its very name
indicates a point beyond which one cannot go, except we step into the great ocean. Round
the spot a certain air of mystery and interest also clings. What is this ending place like?
It is the extreme western termination of one of the most rugged of England’s counties,
one which has produced some of her greatest men, and has always been intimately connected
with the history of the sea. Cornwall has afforded more hardy sailors to the royal navy
and merchant marine than any other county whatever, Devonshire, perhaps, excepted.
One must remember her sparse population in making any calculation on this point. Her
fishermen and miners are among the very best in the world. Some sketches therefore of
Cornish coasts and coast life may be acceptable.Rambles beyond Railways,
and the Rev. C. A.
Johns’s Week at the Lizard.
One of the great features of the Land’s End is the famed Botallack Mine, which stretches
out thousands of feet beyond the land, and under the sea. Wilkie Collins, in an excellent
description of his visit to the old mine says:—The sight was, in its way, as striking
and extraordinary as the first view of the Cheese-Wring itself. Here we beheld a scaffolding
perched on a rock that rose out of the waves—there a steam-pump was at work raising
gallons of water from the mine every minute, on a mere ledge of land half down the steep
cliff side. Chains, pipes, conduits, protruded in all directions from the precipice; rotten-looking
wooden platforms, running over deep chasms, supported great beams of timber and
heavy coils of cable; crazy little boarded houses were built where gull’s nests might have
been found in other places. There did not appear to be a foot of level space anywhere,
for any part of the works of the mine to stand upon; and yet, there they were, fulfilling
all the purposes for which they had been constructed, as safely and completely, on rocks
[Illustration: THE BOTALLACK MINE, CORNWALL.]
The Botallack is principally a copper and tin mine, and has in days gone by yielded largely. Mr. Collins descended it to some depth, and found the salt water percolating from the ocean above, through holes and crannies. In one place he noted a great wooden plug the thickness of a man’s leg driven into a cranny of the rock. It was placed there to prevent the sea from swamping the mine! Fancy placing a plug to literally keep out the Atlantic Ocean!
We are now,
says Mr. Collins in his narrative,
400 yards out
under the bottom of the sea, and twenty
fathoms, or 120 feet below the sea level. Coast trade
vessels are sailing over our heads. Two hundred and
forty feet beneath us men are at work, and there are
galleries deeper yet, even below that.... After
listening for a few moments, a distant, unearthly noise
becomes faintly audible—a long, low, mysterious
moaning, that never changes, that is felt on the ear
as well as heard by it—a sound that might proceed
from some incalculable distance—from some far invisible
height—a sound unlike anything that is heard on the upper ground, in the free air of
heaven, a sound so sublimely mournful and still, so ghostly and impressive when listened
to in the subterranean recesses of the earth, that we continue instinctively to hold our
peace, as if enchanted by it, and think not of communicating to each other the strange
awe and astonishment which it has inspired in us both from the very first.
At last the miner speaks again, and tells us that what we hear is the sound of the
surf lashing the rocks a hundred and twenty feet above us, and of the waves that are
breaking on the beach beyond. The tide is now at the flow,
and the sea is in no extraordinary state of agitation, so the
sound is low and distant just at this period. But when
storms are at their height, when the ocean hurls mountain
after mountain of water on the cliffs, then the noise is terrific;
the roaring heard down in the mine is so inexpressibly fierce
and awful that the boldest men at work are afraid to continue
their labour; all ascend to the surface to breathe the
upper air and stand on the firm earth, dreading, though no
such catastrophe has ever happened yet, that the sea will
break in on them if they remain in the caverns below.
[Illustration: THE LOGGAN STONE.]
One of the great sights of the Land’s End is the famous Loggan Stone. After
climbing up some perilous-looking places you see a solid, irregular mass of granite, which
is computed to weigh eighty-five tons, resting by its centre only on another rock, the latter
itself supported by a number of others around. You are told,
says Wilkie Collins, by the
In the year 1824 a lieutenant in the royal navy, commanding a gunboat then cruising off that coast, heard that it was generally believed in Cornwall that no human power could or should ever overturn the Loggan Stone. Fired with an ignoble ambition, he took a number of his crew ashore, and by applying levers did succeed in upsetting it from its pivot. His little joke was observed by two labourers, who immediately reported it to the lord of the manor.
All Cornwall was in arms, and the indignation was general, from that of philosophers, who believed that the Druids had placed it on its balance, to those who regarded it as one of the sights of the county, and as a holiday resort. The guides who showed it to visitors, and the hotel-keepers, were furious. Representations were made to the Admiralty, and the unfortunate lieutenant was ordered to replace it.
Fortunately the great stone had not toppled completely over, or it would have crashed down a precipice into the sea, but it had stuck wedged in a crevice of the rock below. By means of strong beams, chains, pulleys, and capstans, and a hard week’s work for a number of men, it was replaced, although it is said never to have regained its former balance. The lieutenant was nearly ruined by it, and is said not to have completely paid the cost of this reparation at the day of his death.
About eleven miles from the Land’s End there lies a dark porphyry rock, the highest
point of which rises seventeen feet above low water. It is called The Wolf,
and previous
to the construction of a sea-tower upon it no rock had been more fatal to the mariner. It
is beaten by a terrific sea, being exposed to the full force of the Atlantic, and it lies just
in the track of vessels entering or leaving the channel. In 1860 the Trinity House commenced
the erection of a lighthouse on it, 116 feet high, with a revolving dioptric light.
The first flash,
said a leading journal, from the Wolf Lighthouse was shot forth on the
1st of January, 1870, and within the last ten years it is difficult to calculate what good
it has done, by standing like a beneficent monitor in the centre of the greatest highway
for shipping in the world.
The Wolf light flashes alternately red and white at half-minute
intervals. A great authority on the subject, Sir William Thomson, however, expostulates
vigorously against all revolving lights, asserting that, for example, the Wolf is more difficult
to pick up,
in nautical parlance, than the fixed beacon of the Eddystone.
[Illustration: THE LIZARD LIGHT.]
The Rev. C. A. Johns, writing about 1840,A Week at the Lizard.
I can myself,
says Mr. Johns, recollect having conversed some forty years ago with a
coastguardsman who had been a smuggler, and who had with his comrades been captured
by a revenue cutter. He and another were tried and convicted, and sentenced, as was
then customary, to five years’ service in the navy. While on board the vessel in which
they were to proceed to a foreign station, anchored at Spithead, they escaped from confinement,
and threw themselves into the sea by night, with the intention of swimming
ashore. They had not, however, gone far when they were descried by the sentinel on board,
who gave the alarm, and they were fired at. My informant reached the shore in safety,
hid himself for a short time, and being afraid to return to his own neighbourhood,
entered into the preventive service, and was at the very time I saw him, after the lapse
of some years, visiting his friends in his native village, and close to the scene of his
early feats of daring. His comrade was not so fortunate; either he was struck by a bullet,
or became exhausted before he reached the shore, and was drowned. At all events, he was
never seen again.
About the same period, Mr. Johns tells us, he was, one fine summer evening, loitering
about the beach, near a small fishing-village, in a remote part of the county. It was
about four o’clock, the sea was as smooth as glass, and the wind so light that whatever
vessels and boats were in sight were either stationary or sluggishly impelled by oars.
One fishing-boat only, about a hundred yards from shore, had its sails hanging idly from
the mast, but yet appeared to be creeping towards a quay which ran out between the
beach on which he was standing and the houses in which the coastguard resided. At the
very instant that she had advanced so far that the pier was interposed between her hull
and the houses a great splashing, as of boxes or kegs, or something else, rapidly thrown
in the water, was heard. Simultaneously a number of men ran down the beach into
the water up to their waists, and then scampered up to their houses, each bearing an
armful of something. In a few minutes the boat capsized; probably this was done on
purpose, but as it was in shallow water no harm resulted. Some innocent-looking fishermen
soon righted her and baled her out. Mr. Johns learned later on that no less than 150
kegs of spirits were landed on that occasion right under the very noses of the coastguard.
It was a desperate venture, but the fishermen-smugglers had calculated that the officers
would not expect any attempt of the kind in calm weather, and had reckoned rightly.
en masse
and resisted the revenue officers, even to the extent of stoning and firing upon them.
[Illustration: LOOE.]
The antiquities of Cornwall have called forth a very considerable quantity of learned
literature, but, with the exception of the picturesque and graphic matter furnished by
Wilkie Collins, Philip Henry Gosse, and, in lesser degree, by the writer just quoted,
the county is not popularly known. Mr. Collins’s description of Looe, an ancient Cornish
fishing-town, will be read with interest. He says: The first point for which we made
in the morning was the old bridge, and a most picturesque and singular structure we
found it to be. Its construction dates back as far as the beginning of the fifteenth century.
It is three hundred and eighty-four feet long, and has fourteen arches, no two of which are
on the same scale. The stout buttresses built between each arch are hollowed at the top
into curious triangular places of refuge for pedestrians, the roughly-paved roadway being
just wide enough to allow the passage of one cart at a time. On some of these buttresses,
towards the middle, once stood an oratory, or chapel, dedicated to St. Anne, but no traces
of it now remain. The old bridge, however, still rises sturdily enough on its old foundations;
and, whatever the point from which its silver-grey stones and quaint arches of all shapes
and sizes may be beheld, forms no mean adjunct to the charming landscape around it.
Looe is known to have existed as a town in the reign of Edward I., and it
remains to this day one of the prettiest and most primitive places in England. The
river divides it into East and West Looe, and the view from the bridge, looking towards
the two little colonies of houses thus separated, is in some respects almost unique. At
each side of you rise high ranges of beautifully-wooded hills; here and there a cottage
peeps out among the trees, the winding path that leads to it being now lost to sight
in the thick foliage, now visible again as a thin serpentine line of soft grey. Midway on
the slopes appear the gardens of Looe, built up the acclivity on stone terraces one above
another, thus displaying the veritable garden architecture of the mountains of Palestine,
magically transplanted to the side of an English hill. Here, in this soft and genial atmosphere,
the hydrangea is a common flower-bed ornament, the fuchsia grows lofty and luxuriant
in the poorest cottage garden, the myrtle flourishes close to the sea-shore, and the tender
tamarisk is the wild plant of every farmer’s hedge. Looking down the hills yet, you see
the town straggling out towards the sea along each bank of the river in mazes of little
narrow streets; curious old quays project over the water at different points; coast-trade
vessels are being loaded and unloaded, built in one place and repaired in another, all within
view; while the prospect of hills, harbour, and houses thus quaintly combined together is
closed at length by the English Channel, just visible as a small strip of blue water pent
in between the ridges of two promontories which stretch out on either side to the beach.
Such is Looe as beheld from a distance; and it loses none of its attractions when
you look at it more closely. There is no such thing as a straight street in the place, no
martinet of an architect has been here, to drill the old stone houses into regimental regularity.
Sometimes you go down steps into the ground floor, sometimes you mount an outside
staircase to get to the bed-rooms. Never were such places devised for hide-and-seek
since that exciting nursery game was first invented. No house has fewer than two doors
leading into two different lanes; some have three, opening at once into a court, a street,
and a wharf, all situated at different points of the compass. The shops, too, have their
diverting irregularities, as well as the town. Here you might call a man Jack-of-all-trades,
as the best and truest compliment you could pay him—for here one shop combines in itself
a smart drug-mongering, cheese-mongering, stationery, grocery, and oil and Italian line
of business; to say nothing of such cosmopolitan commercial miscellanies as wrinkled apples,
dusty nuts, cracked slate pencils, and fly-blown mock jewellery. The moral good which
you derive, in the first pane of a window, from the contemplation of brief biographies of
murdered missionaries, and serious tracts against intemperance and tight lacing, you lose
in the second, before such fleshly temptations as ginger-bread, shirt studs, and fascinating
white hats for Sunday wear at two-and-ninepence a-piece. Let no man rightly say that
he has seen all that British enterprise can do for the extension of British commerce until he
has carefully studied the shop-fronts of the tradesmen of Looe.
Then, when you have at last threaded your way successfully through the streets,
and have got out on the beach, you see a pretty miniature bay formed by the extremity
of a green hill on the right, and by fine jagged slate rocks on the left. Before this seaward
quarter of the town is erected a strong bulwark of rough stones, to resist the incursion of
high tides. Here the idlers of the place assemble to lounge and gossip, to look out for
The inhabitants number some fourteen hundred, and are as good-humoured and
unsophisticated a set of people as you will meet with anywhere. The fisheries and the
coast trade form their principal means of subsistence. The women take a very fair share
of the hard work out of the men’s hands. You constantly see them carrying coals from
the vessels to the quay in curious hand-barrows; they laugh, scream, and run in each
other’s way incessantly; but these little irregularities seem to assist rather than impede
them in the prosecution of their tasks. As to the men, one absorbing interest appears
to govern them all. The whole day long they are mending boats, painting boats, cleaning
boats, rowing boats, or, standing with their hands in their pockets, looking at boats.
The children seem to be children in size, and children in nothing else. They congregate
together in sober little groups, and hold mysterious conversation, in a dialect which we
cannot understand. If they ever tumble down, soil their pinafores, throw stones, or make
mud-pies, they practise these juvenile vices in a midnight secresy that no stranger’s eye
can penetrate.
A mile or so out at sea rises a green triangularly-shaped eminence, called Looe Island.
Several years since a ship was wrecked on the island, but not only were the crew saved,
but several free passengers of the rat species, who had got on board, nobody knew how,
where, or when, were also preserved by their own strenuous exertions, and wisely took up
permanent quarters for the future on the terra firma of Looe Island. In course of time these
rats increased and multiplied; and, being confined all round within certain limits by the
sea, soon became a palpable and tremendous nuisance. Destruction was threatened to the
agricultural produce of all the small patches of cultivated land on the island—it seemed
doubtful whether any man who ventured there by himself might not share the fate of
Bishop Hatto, and be devoured by rats. Under these circumstances, the people of Looe
decided to make one determined and united effort to extirpate the whole colony of
invaders. Ordinary means of destruction had been tried already, and without effect. It was
said that the rats left for dead on the ground had mysteriously revived faster than they
could be picked up and skinned or cast into the sea. Rats desperately wounded had got
away into their holes, and become convalescent, and increased and multiplied again more
productively than ever. The great problem was, not how to kill the rats, but how to
annihilate them so effectually that the whole population might certainly know that the
reappearance of even one of them was altogether out of the question. This was the problem,
and it was solved practically and triumphantly in the following manner:—All the inhabitants
of the town were called to join in a great hunt. The rats were caught by every conceivable
artifice; and, once taken, were instantly and ferociously smothered in onions; the
corpses were then decently laid out on clean china dishes, and straightway eaten with
vindictive relish by the people of Looe. Never was any invention for destroying rats so
complete and so successful as this. Every man, woman, and child that could eat could
swear to the death and annihilation of all the rats they had eaten. The local returns of
dead rats were not made by the bills of mortality, but by the bills of fare; it was getting
Many causes, Mr. Collins tell us, combined to secure the poor of Cornwall from that
last worse consequence of poverty to which the poor in most of the other divisions of England
are more or less exposed. The number of inhabitants in the county is stated by the
last census at 341,269—the number of square miles that they have to live on being 1,327.
This will be found, on proper computation and comparison, to be considerably under the
average population of a square mile throughout the rest of England. Thus, the supply of
men for all purposes does not appear to be greater than the demand in Cornwall. The
remote situation of the county guarantees it against any considerable influx of strangers to
compete with the natives for work on their own ground. Mr. Collins met a farmer there who
was so far from being besieged in harvest time by claimants for labour on his land, that
he was obliged to go forth to seek them in a neighbouring town, and was doubtful whether
he should find men enough left him unemployed at the mines and the fisheries to gather
in his crops in good time at two shillings a day and as much victuals and drink
as they
cared to have.
Another cause which has of late years contributed, in some measure, to keep Cornwall free from the burthen of a surplus population of working men must not be overlooked. Emigration has been more largely resorted to in that county than, perhaps, in any other in England. Out of the population of the Penzance Union alone nearly five per cent. left their native land for Australia or New Zealand in 1849. The potato blight is assigned as the chief cause of this, for it has damaged seriously the growth of a vegetable from the sale of which in the London markets the Cornish agriculturist derived large profits, and on which (with their fish) the Cornish poor depended as a staple article of food.
It is by the mines and fisheries that Cornwall is compensated for a soil too barren in
many parts of the country to be ever cultivated except at such an expenditure of capital
as no mere farmer can afford. From the inexhaustible treasures in the earth, and from
the equally inexhaustible shoals of pilchards which annually visit the coast, the working
population of Cornwall derived their regular means of support where agriculture would fail
them. At the mines the regular rate of wages is from forty to fifty shillings a month; but
miners have opportunities of making more than this. By what is termed working on
tribute,
that is, agreeing to excavate the mineral lodes for a percentage on the value of the
metal they raise, some of them have been known to make as much as six and even ten pounds
a month. Even when they are unlucky in their working speculations, or perhaps thrown out
of employment altogether by the shutting up of a mine, they have a fair opportunity of
The fisheries not only employ all the inhabitants of the coast, but in the pilchard season
many of the farm people work as well. Ten thousand persons, men, women, and children,
derive their regular support from the fisheries, which are so amazingly productive that the
drift,
or deep-sea fishing, in Mount’s Bay alone, is calculated to realise, on the average,
£30,000 per annum.
To the employment thus secured for the poor in the mines and fisheries is to be added, as an advantage, the cheapness of rent and living in Cornwall. Good cottages are let at from fifty or sixty shillings to some few pounds a year. Turf for firing grows in abundance on the vast tracts of common land overspreading the country. All sorts of vegetables are plenteous and cheap, with the exception of potatoes, which have so decreased, in consequence of the disease, that the winter stock is now imported from France, Belgium, and Holland. The early potatoes, however, grown in May and June, are still cultivated in large quantities, and realise on exportation a very high price. Corn generally sells a little above the average. Fish is always within the reach of the poorest people. In a good season a dozen pilchards are sold for one penny. Happily for themselves the poor in Cornwall have none of the foolish prejudices against fish so obstinately adhered to by the lower classes in many other parts of England. Their national pride is in their pilchards; they like to talk of them, and especially to strangers; and well they may, for they depend for the main support of life on the tribute of these little fish, which the sea yields annually in almost countless shoals.
Of Cornish hospitality,
says Wilkie Collins, we experienced many proofs, one of
which may be related as an example. Arriving late at a village, we found some difficulty in
arousing the people of the inn. While we were waiting at the door we heard a man, who lived
in a cottage near at hand, and of whom we had asked our way on the road, inquiring of some
female member of his family whether she could make up a spare bed. We had met this man
proceeding in our direction, and had so far outstripped him in walking, that we had been
waiting outside the inn about a quarter of an hour before he got home. When the woman
answered this question in the negative, he directed her to put clean sheets on his own bed, and
then came out to tell us that if we failed to obtain admission at the public-house, a lodging
was ready for us for the night under his own roof. We found on inquiry afterwards that he
had looked out of window after getting home, while we were still disturbing the village by a
continuous series of assaults on the inn door, had recognised us in the moonlight, and had
therefore not only offered us his bed, but had got out of it himself to do so. When we finally
succeeded in gaining admittance to the inn, he declined an invitation to sup with us, and
wishing us a good night’s rest, returned to his home. I should mention, at the same time, that
another bed was offered to us at the vicarage, by the clergyman of the parish, and that after
this gentleman had himself seen that we were properly accommodated by our landlady, he left
us, with an invitation to breakfast with him the next morning. This is hospitality practised in
Cornish in much the same spirit as a Welshman
speaks of himself as Welsh.
In like manner, another instance drawn from my own experience will best display and
describe the anxiety which we found generally testified by the Cornish poor to make the best
and most grateful return in their power for anything which they considered as a favour kindly
bestowed. Such anecdotes as I here relate in illustration of popular character cannot, I think,
be considered trifling; for it is by trifles, after all, that we gain our truest appreciation of the
marking signs of good or evil in the dispositions of our fellow-beings, just as in the beating of
a single artery under the touch we discover an indication of the strength or weakness of the
whole vital frame.
[Illustration: VIEW ON THE CORNISH COAST.]
On the granite cliffs at the Land’s End I met with an old man, seventy-two years of age,
of whom I asked some questions relative to the extraordinary rocks scattered about this part of
the coast. He immediately opened his whole budget of local anecdotes, telling them in a high
quavering treble voice, which was barely audible above the dash of the breakers beneath, and
the fierce whistling of the wind among the rocks around us. However, the old fellow went on
talking incessantly, hobbling along before me, up and down steep paths, and along the very
brink of a fearful precipice, with as much coolness as if his sight was as clear and his step as
firm as in his youth. When he had shown me all that he could show, and had thoroughly
exhausted himself with talking, I gave him a shilling at parting. He appeared to be perfectly
astonished by a remuneration which the reader will doubtless consider the reverse of excessive,
thanked me at the top of his voice, and then led me in a great hurry, and with many
mysterious nods and gestures, to a hollow in the grass, where he had spread on a clean
Wilkie Collins’s Experiences as a Pedestrian—Taken for Mapper,
Trodger,
and Hawker—An Exciting Wreck at
Penzance—The Life-line sent out—An Obstinate Captain—A Brave Coastguardsman—Five Courageous Young Ladies—Falmouth
and Sir Walter Raleigh—Its Rapid Growth—One of its Institutions—A Dollar Mine—Religious Fishermen—The
Lizard and its Associations for Voyagers—Origin of the Name—Mount St. Michael, the Picturesque—Her
Majesty’s Visit—An Heroic Rescue at Plymouth—Another Gallant Rescue.
Mr. Collins’s experiences as a pedestrian are amusing. Says he:—We enter a small
public-house by the road-side to get a draught of beer. In the kitchen we behold the landlord
and a tall man, who is a customer. Both stare as a matter of course; the tall man especially,
after taking one look at our knapsacks, fixes his eyes firmly on us, and sits bolt upright on the
bench without saying a word—he is evidently prepared for the worst we can do. We get into
conversation with the landlord, a jovial, talkative fellow, who desires greatly to know what we
are, if we have no objection. We ask him what he thinks we are?
Well,
says the landlord,
pointing to my friend’s knapsack, which has a square ruler strapped to it for architectural
drawing, Well, I think you are both of you
We drink the landlord’s
good health in return, and disclaim the honour of being Mappers; mappers, who come here to make new
roads; you may be coming to make a railroad, I dare say. We’ve had mappers in the county
before this. I know a mapper myself. Here’s both your good healths.mappers;
we walk through the
country, we tell him, for pleasure alone, and take any roads we can get, without wanting to
make new ones. The landlord would like to know, if that is the case, why we carry these
loads at our backs? Because we want to carry our luggage about with us. Couldn’t we pay
to ride? Yes, we could. And yet we like walking better? Yes, we do. This last
answer utterly confounds the tall customer, who has been hitherto listening intently to the
dialogue. It is evidently too much for his credulity; he pays his reckoning, and walks out in
a hurry without uttering a word. The landlord appears to be convinced, but it is only in
appearance; he looks at us suspiciously in spite of himself. We leave him standing at his
door, keeping his eye on us as long as we are in sight, still evidently persuaded that we are
mappers,
but mappers
of a bad order, whose perseverance is fraught with some unknown
peril to the security of the Queen’s highway.
We get on into another district. Here public opinion is not flattering. Some of the
groups gathered together in the road to observe us begin to speculate on our characters before
we are quite out of hearing. Then this sort of dialogue, spoken in serious, subdued tones, just
reaches us. Question—
What can they be?
Answer—Trodgers!
This is particularly humiliating, because it happens to be true. We certainly do trudge,
and are therefore properly, though rather unceremoniously, called trudgers, or
trodgers.
But
we sink to a lower depth yet a little further on. We are viewed as objects of pity. It is
a fine evening. We stop and lean against a bank by the road-side to look at the sunset. An
old woman comes tottering by on high pattens, very comfortably and nicely clad. She sees
our knapsacks, and instantly stops in front of us, and begins to moan lamentably. Not understanding
at first what this means, we ask respectfully if she feels at all ill? Ah! poor fellows,
poor fellows!
she sighs in answer, obliged to carry all your baggage on your own backs!
very hard! poor lads! very hard indeed!
and the good old soul goes away groaning over our
evil plight, and mumbling something which sounds very like an assurance that she has no
money to give us.
In another part of the county we rise again gloriously in worldly consideration. We
pass a cottage; a woman looks out after us over the low garden wall, and rather hesitatingly
calls us back. I approach her first, and am thus saluted:
If you please, sir, what have you
got to sell?
Again, an old man meets us on the road, stops, cheerfully taps our knapsacks
with his stick, and says, Aha! you’re tradesmen, eh! things to sell? I say, have you got
any tea?
(pronounced tay). Further on we approach some miners breaking ore. As we pass
by we hear one asking amazedly, What have they got to sell in those things on their backs?
and another answering, in the prompt tones of a guesser who is convinced that he guesses
right, Guinea-pigs!
It is, unfortunately, impossible to convey to the reader any adequate idea by mere
description of the extraordinary gravity of manner, the looks of surprise, and the tones of
conviction which accompanied these various popular conjectures as to our calling and station in
life, and which added immeasurably at the time to their comic effect. Curiously enough, whenever
they took the form of questions, any jesting in returning an answer never seemed either to
be appreciated or understood by the country people. Serious replies fared much the same fate
as jokes. Everybody asked whether we could pay for riding, and nobody believed we preferred
walking, if we could. So we soon gave up any idea of affording any information at all, and
walked through the country comfortably as mappers, trodgers, tradesmen, guinea-pig mongers,
and poor back-burdened vagabond lads, altogether, or one at a time, just as the peasantry
pleased.
Penzance is itself the most westerly port of England. It has a noble pier, 700 feet long, and a lighthouse, the red light of which can be seen nine miles off. It has a lifeboat, the crew of which has done many a gallant deed. Out of a population of twelve or thirteen thousand in and about the town, at least twenty-five per cent. are hardy men of the sea—fishermen or sailors. It was the scene, only a couple of years ago, of a most exciting event.
[Illustration: ROCKET LINE THROWN TO A WRECK NEAR PENZANCE.]
A French brig, the
The coastguardsmen, however, do not enjoy a monopoly of bravery in Cornwall. There are courageous women there, some of them very young.
[Illustration: LIFE-BOAT GOING TO A WRECK ON DOOM BAR, PADSTOW.]
Towards the end of October, 1879, a well-earned presentation was made at Padstow, to
five young ladies of an equal number of silver medals and testimonials inscribed on vellum, the
vote of the National Life-boat Institution. The four Misses Prideaux Brune and Miss Nora
O’Shaughnessy had taken a boat through a heavy sea, at the risk of their own lives,
to save an exhausted sailor from a capsized boat, two of the companions of whom had
perished before their arrival. Samuel Bate, late the assistant coxswain of the Padstow life-boat,
was towing the ladies’ boat astern of his fishing smack, when seeing the accident, they
requested to be cast off, and that being done, though against his convictions, he states that they
rowed like tigers
to the rescue through a furious sea, and he has no doubt that the man
would have perished like his companions but for their prompt arrival. Such noble-hearted
girls make us still more proud of Cornwall, which has given England—aye, the world—so
many noble men.
The Cornish coast, in spite of its picturesque character and points of interest, is not so well known by tourists and artists as it should be.
Falmouth has an interesting history. When Sir Walter Raleigh visited it on his return
from the Guinea coast, where guinea-pigs came from, he found but one solitary house outside
of the family mansion of an ancient county family. His quick eye noted the admirable
harbour and entrance, the former capable of holding 500 vessels, and he represented to the
Council the advantage of making it a port. From that time its fortunes grew; soon it became
a packet station for the arrival and departure of the foreign mails. Now on the lofty headland,
St. Anthony’s Point, a lighthouse, flashing brilliantly every twenty seconds, serves to guide
the entering ships and steamships, which have sometimes numbered 2,000 in one year. It has
a patent slip, dry and other docks, and all conveniences for shipping interests. Connected with
the town is an extensive oyster and trawling fishery, and it has a little fleet of pilot cutters.
It has a sailors’ Bethel, with library and reading-room; and the Royal Cornwall Sailors’
Home is a prominent institution. Another of the institutions
of Falmouth might be
copied to advantage elsewhere. Every boatman who rescues a drowning person is entitled
to receive a reward of one guinea.
The Rev. C. A. Johns tells us that near Gunwalloe, Cornwall, the land rises, and the coast becomes bold for a short distance. The cliffs, though not lofty, are precipitous, and offer no chance of escape to any unfortunate vessel which may chance to be driven in within reach of the rocks. About the year 1785, a vessel laden with wool, and having also on board two and a half tons of money, was driven ashore a few hundred yards west of the church, and soon went to pieces. Ever since, at intervals, after a storm, dollars have been picked up on the beach, but never in sufficient numbers to compensate for the time wasted in the search. No measures, however, on a large scale for recovering the precious cargo were adopted until the year 1845, when people were startled to hear that a party of adventurers were going to sink a dollar-mine in the sea.
This is not the only unsuccessful search for treasure which has been made at Gunwalloe. In the sand-banks near the church, or, as others say, at Kennack Cove, the notorious buccaneer Captain Avery is reported to have buried several chests of treasure previous to his leaving England on the voyage from which he never returned. So strongly did this opinion prevail that Mr. John Knill, collector of the Customs at St. Ives, procured, about the year 1770, a grant of treasure trove, and expended some money in a fruitless search.
The vessel had gone to pieces between two rocks at a short distance from the base of the
cliff, and here it was proposed to construct a kind of coffer-dam, from which the water was to
be pumped out, and the dollars to be picked up at leisure. Mad though the scheme was,
operations were actually commenced; a path was cut in the face of the cliff, iron rods were
fixed into the rocks, and several beams of timber laid down, when a breeze set in from the
south-west, and in the course of a few hours the work of as many weeks was destroyed. The
wood-work was ripped up as effectually as though it had been a mere wicker cage, and the
coast was soon lined with the fragments. It is not likely the attempt will be renewed. The
speculators were in this instance strangers, which accounts for the enterprise having been taken
in hand at all, for any one acquainted with the coast must have been well aware that though
the sea is tolerably calm sometimes for many consecutive days, it is never so for a period long
The lower classes of Cornwall are generally Methodists, and decidedly religious. In Scotland
also, strict Sabbatarianism is the rule among the poor. The Northern Ensign, in reply to
a journalist who had been advocating the prosecution of the herring fishery on the Sabbath day,
had an article showing that there is no class in Scotland, taken as a whole, who love, revere,
and enjoy the Sabbath more than the men and women who live by the sea. At Wick, the
largest herring fishery station in the world, where the fishers congregate from all parts of the
coast, at ten o’clock one Sabbath morning not a single fisherman was to be seen in the
street; in half an hour after knots of men and women were wending their way to the various
places of worship, and when the church bell announced the hour of meeting the streets were
almost impassable—men, women, and children, all cleanly dressed, and not in working clothes,
streamed this way and that to church.
No visitor to Cornwall ever misses the Lizard, the most southerly headland promontory
in Britain, a piece of rocky land which has caused more vivid and varied emotions than any
other on our coasts. The emigrant leaving, as he often thinks, and often wrongly thinks,
his native land for ever; the soldier bound for distant battle-fields, and the sailor for far
distant foreign ports; the lover just parted from his beloved one; the husband from his wife;
have each and all strained their eyes for a last parting glimpse of an isle they loved so much
and yet might never see again! And when the lighthouses’ flash could no longer be discerned,
how sadly did one and all turn into
their berths to think, aye, perchance to dream,
of
the happy past and the doubtful future. How different the emotions of the homeward bound,
the emigrant with his gathered gold, the bronzed veteran who has come out of the fiercest
conflict unscathed, and the sailor who has safely passed the ordeal of fearful climes; the
lover ready now for the girl he adores; and the husband jubilant with such good news for
his faithful spouse. The first glimpse of that strangely-named rocky point is the signal for
heartiest huzzas and congratulation.
The Lizard Rock owes its name, according to various authorities, firstly to its form; secondly to the serpent-like colour of its cliffs; and thirdly is said to be derived from the Cornish word Liazherd, signifying a projecting headland. Its two splendid lights can be seen out at sea at a distance of twenty miles.
[Illustration: WRECK OF A STEAM-SHIP NEAR LIZARD POINT.]
Mount’s Bay, a few miles further west, has a fine anchorage, but is more interesting to the visitor as containing an isolated pyramidal collection of grand rocks, which, with their castle, are the delight of the landscape artist. The old castle on the rocky islet rises to a height of 230 feet. The island is connected with Marazion, a village on the mainland, 400 yards distant, by a causeway of stones. In 1846 her Majesty Queen Victoria and Prince Albert paid a visit to the spot, and the event is commemorated on a tablet let into the wall of the pier, and by a brass foot-plate placed on the spot first touched by the Royal feet when they conveyed Her Majesty ashore. There is a snug little harbour, and the pier just named will allow several hundred vessels to unload at the same time. The population of Mount St. Michael is composed almost entirely of pilots and fishermen.
Plymouth, Devon, with its grand breakwater and many associations, has often been mentioned in these pages. Comparatively recently it was the scene of a most gallant rescue. Five boys were playing on the beach in front of the Hoe, when they entered a cave in the rocks, and remained there until the tide, which flowed in with unusual rapidity on account of a gale outside, completely hemmed them in. Their screams were heard from the road and promenade above, and hundreds of people quickly congregated. The waves were dashing furiously on the beach, and surging into the cave where the terrified lads were crouching, shivering with wet and cold, and trembling at their apparently inevitable fate. No boat could live in the surf, or dare approach the rocks. But seamen’s proverbial ingenuity came to the rescue; ropes were procured, and two seafaring men, George Andrews and Thomas Penny by name, were lowered over the precipitous crags through the blinding spray and dashing foam to the mouth of the rocky recess. Here, still attached to the ropes, they allowed themselves to be washed by the sea into the cave far enough to seize a boy, when, the signal being given, they were hauled out and up. This was repeated, until amid enthusiastic cheering, the fifth and last boy was saved.
Has the reader ever visited Dartmouth, one of the loveliest spots in Britain? The men, and, if history tells us aright, the women too, of that ancient town rendered a good account of themselves when the French, in 1404, after burning and sacking Plymouth, thought they would have an easy prey. The inhabitants of Dartmouth pluckily resisted the invaders, and with such success, that the commander of the fleet, three barons, and twenty knights, were taken prisoners. But then out of a comparatively small population, then as now, a large proportion were men of the sea.
[Illustration: SOUTHAMPTON.]
Southampton: its Antiquity—Extensive Commerce—Great Port for Leading Steamship Lines—Vagaries of a Runaway
Steamer—The Isle of Wight—Terrible Loss of the London by the Seaside
—Newhaven and Seaford—Beachy Head—An Attempt to Scale it—A Wreck there—Knowledge
Useful on an Emergency—Saved by Samphire—The Coast-guard: Past and Present—Their Comparatively
Pleasant Lot To-day—The Coast-guard in the Smuggler Days—Sympathies of the Country against them.
Southampton, one of the most important towns in the South of England, is a place of great antiquity, having been in existence prior to the Conquest, while many Roman remains are to be found in its neighbourhood. What schoolboy is not familiar with the story of King Canute and his courtiers, who flattered their royal master that even the winds and waves would do his bidding? The Danish monarch was made of too stern material to believe such nonsense; and to convince his fawning courtiers that he did not possess attributes which belong to the Creator alone, he is said to have seated himself by the seaside, and in a loud voice commanded the waves to stay. But the fleecy billows obeyed him not, and in due course reached the feet of the king and his obsequious court. The spot upon which this memorable circumstance occurred is still pointed out in the neighbourhood of Southampton.
Nearly surrounding the town remains of the ancient buttresses and towers of the wall which once environed it are still to be seen; while on the western shore the old Water-gate, from which the merchants embarked, still exists. In the old Domesday Book it is described as an important burgh. Southampton grew in importance at the time of the Crusades, when thousands of troops and crusaders and mailed knights embarked thence, or, weather-bound, remained encamped in the place. It soon became a great port of call for Flemish and other merchant-traders.
Southampton has great natural advantages for communication with the sea. The town
is situated on a swelling point of land, bounded by the confluences of the rivers Test and
Itchen, and communicating with the Solent and English Channel by the fine arm of the sea
known as Southampton Water, surrounded by charming scenery, and navigable for the largest
steamers. At its mouth is Calshot Castle, a coastguard station at the water’s edge, while
half-way between that point and the town are the picturesque ruins of Netley Abbey. It
has a tidal dock covering sixteen acres, and several graving and other docks. Consequently,
it is the point of departure for the fine vessels of the Peninsular and Oriental line, the
Royal Mail (West Indies and Central America), the North German Lloyds’, Hamburgh, and
Havre steamships for New York, and the Union Line for African ports, besides an infinity
of smaller steamships and steamboats for Havre, the Channel Islands, and the Isle of Wight.
Its inhabitants consider it the Liverpool of the South; and even if this is rather an
exaggerated view of the case, it has undoubtedly grown to be one of the principal ports of
the kingdom. It ranks fifth in the list.Visits to the Sea Coasts,
published
in the Journal of the Shipwrecked Mariners’ Society. That noble institution relieved in 1878-9 no less than
3,452 shipwrecked persons, by clothing them, and forwarding them to their homes, and in the case of fishermen,
helping them to repair damage done in gales, &c., to their boats and fishing-gear. Seven thousand four hundred and
ninety widows of mariners were relieved during that period, while 2,400 receive small annual allowances. A Seamen’s
Provident Fund is also managed by the Society, to which 50,000 mariners contributed. During the period mentioned
above ten gold and silver medals, a handsome sextant, and £25 in money, were awarded for saving fifty-one lives
on the high seas or abroad. The society also organised the Royal Alfred Aged Merchant Seamen’s Institution,
the home of which, at Belvedere, Kent, shelters about 100 poor mariners, and relieves by an out-pension
a still larger number. Readers of this work who have been moved by the many tales of peril and heroism undergone
and displayed by seamen and fishermen, will do well to remember, and remember practically, this worthy
and most economically-managed society.
And now for the story of a steamboat which attempted to run away from Southampton on
her own account. This strange circumstance occurred some few years ago, and might well have
been attended with disastrous results. The steam-tug Pull away,
my boys; give it her!
was the quick command. Aye, aye, sir!
was the ready response,
en zigzag, and
then made direct for Calshot lighthouse. Here the men on the look-out descried her
position, and having launched and manned their own boat, also started in pursuit. The
race now became truly exciting, the course of the steam-tug being utterly uncertain and
irresponsible, according as her helm shifted to and fro at the sport of the waters of the
Channel. By this time, however, she had run some distance, and at length her speed
gradually diminished, her steam giving out, when her paddles stopped from sheer exhaustion.
The crew from the lighthouse were the first to board her, and her own crew coming up
about twenty minutes after, she was at length got into working order, and brought safely
into dock. It appears that the crew had some justification for leaving her, the vessel leaking
seriously, and being in imminent peril of going down.
From Southampton Water to the beautiful Isle of Wight is a natural transition. To
fully describe its coasts and fishing-villages and watering-places, and other points of interest,
would occupy a large volume. Cowes and Ryde, with their regattas and generally festive
look; Osborne, with its royal residence; Shanklin and Blackgang Chines
; Ventnor and
Niton; Alum Bay and the Needles,
will be familiar to the larger number of our readers.
Inseparably connected with the gay little island must ever be remembered an event which
cast a gloom not merely over the households of hundreds of direct sufferers, but over
the length and breadth of the entire land. Need it be said that we refer to the terrible
loss of that fine training-ship the
For there came down a squall, and the snow swept the wave
The three hundred went down without e’en a cry.
On the morning of March 25th, 1878, the country awoke to one of the most painful
and unlooked-for catastrophes that have befallen the navy during the present century—that
of the One of the finest corvettes of her class
that ever floated,
said a competent authority, commanded by a captain and officered by
men of the highest professional experience, and with a crew young, but sufficiently trained,
and numerous enough in nautical parlance to have
torn her to pieces
, capsizes, with the
loss of every soul on board her but two. Such a calamity, taken in all its bearings
and with such a loss of life, is unparalleled in the modern history of the navy. It
is true that about forty years ago a man-of-war schooner (the Owers,
not very far from the same spot, capsized in a heavy squall,
and all her hands were lost, although she was in company with a corvette at the time.
But the Such would not have been the
The fact
is, the disaster, truly lamentable as it is, might have happened to any seaman. With a
fair wind, smooth water, and within a short distance of her anchorage, running along
too close under the high land of the Isle of Wight to notice the hurricane-like squall
rushing down upon her in time to prepare for it, the ship was literally forced under
water, the accumulating weight of which eventually capsized her beyond recovery.
Adverse comments have been made on the ports being open; but with a fair wind,
smooth water, and Spithead close by, what danger could possibly be apparent, to cause
them to be closed after a sea-voyage so nearly ended? Had the United Service Gazette.
[Illustration: H.M.S. EURYDICE
ON HER BEAM-ENDS JUST AFTER THE SQUALL.]
The court-martial which assembled on the 27th of August, 1878, on board the Some of
the upper half-ports on the main-deck were open at the time, which materially conduced
The finding of the court-martial mentioned the fact that the
captain was frequently on deck during the afternoon; and attributed blame to no one on
board. It considered the ship, which had had ten years’ sea service, to have been thoroughly
stable. A large number of other authorities, however, thought very differently—that she was
top-heavy, and that she was undoubtedly carrying too much sail.
After exactly twenty-three weeks from the day of her foundering the As an example of perseverance
and determination to succeed, the recovery of the ship is unique. The elements,
which throughout the operations may truly be said to have fought against the efforts to float
her being successful, made a final attempt to render those endeavours abortive on the Thursday
night and Friday morning, with such effect that the Admiralty deemed it inexpedient that
further attempts should be made, and had even gone to the extent of ordering her to be
taken to pieces where she lay. Rear-Admiral Foley, and those who had so ably and perseveringly
worked with him, were, however, reluctant to abandon the attempt to recover
the ship, and he pledged himself that he would undertake to bring her into harbour. This
pledge was redeemed.
United Service Gazette.
The taut,
and made fast to the lifting
vessels, so that as the tide gradually rose to its highest point the whole mass of lighters
with the sunken vessel lifted as well. Then it was that the steam-tugs took up their
positions, and towed the ill-fated craft towards shallower water, till she was left on a bank
under the Culver cliff, with one side and her upper deck above the water at low tide.
Even yet the efforts to float her were interfered with. Frequently all would be ready for
lifting, when the sea would roughen, and everything have to be abandoned, the lighters
returning to Portsmouth. It was raised partially in August, 1878, after four months’ continuous
labour. After lying for a few days under the Culver cliff, the
Brighton—London by the Sea-side
as it is often styled—is to many one of the most
fascinating of the English watering-places. It is both popular and fashionable, the resort
upper ten.
Its position on the sea is charming, while at
an easy distance are any number of pleasant sea-coast and inland resorts. It has sprung up
from a little fishing-village to a town of at least 120,000 souls. One feature of the place
is the solidity and elegance of its public and private buildings, while its streets are the best
kept in the whole kingdom. It extends, with its suburbs Kemp Town and Cliftonville, for
four miles along the coast, and is in great part defended by a sea-wall. The celebrated
chain-pier is 1,130 feet in length; while its Aquarium, already described in the proper place,
is the finest in the world.
The climate of Brighton is temperate and mild both summer and winter, in the latter season resembling that of Naples; and to these facts is doubtless due its great success as a resort for the invalid, debilitated, or fagged-out business man. Capital bathing, boating, and yachting, are all at the command of the visitor; there are no finer promenades anywhere; while riding or driving on the Downs, or to the neighbouring rural retreats (among them that most beautiful of England’s ancestral homes, Arundel), is a treat open to all whose circumstances are moderately easy. In the whirl and din of fashionable life there one is apt to forget its practical connection with the sea, but it possesses a perfect fleet of mackerel and herring boats, and several lifeboats, belonging to the Lifeboat Institution, the Humane Society, and the town.
[Illustration: BRIGHTON.]
In the year 1833, at New Stoke, near Arundel, the remains of an ancient boat were discovered in the bed of what was formerly a creek running into the river Arun. It had been constructed of half the trunk of an oak tree, hollowed out as the Indians of North-west America do to-day. It was thirty-five feet four inches in length, by four feet six inches. In 1822, a still larger oak boat was found in the bed of the river Rother, near Maltham, Kent, which was sixty-three feet by fifteen feet, half decked, caulked with moss, and had carried at least one mast.
These discoveries sink into insignificance with that made in 1880 on the farm of Gokstad,
not far from Sandefjord, a favourite watering-place of the Norwegians. A hill or mound,
which tradition pointed out as the burial-place of some mighty king or chief, was found to
contain the entire hull of an old ship of the Viking days. It is of course a very venerable
relic, being probably more than 1,000 years old. The Gokstad vessel, built entirely of oak, is
seventy-five feet long between stem and stern, and sixteen feet broad amidships; and appears
to be of a low build, drawing only five feet. The deals were riveted together by iron nails;
and the ribs, of which there are twenty, are connected with the deals at the top by rivets, but at
the bottom with ties. Amidships, in the bottom of the ship, is a heavy beam, both ends of
which are fashioned in the shape of a fish’s tail. This beam served as a support for the mast,
of which there is still a piece standing in its place; while the upper part, which had been cut
off, was found in the vessel. The mast appears to have been about twenty-two feet long.
Remains of two or three small boats were found; some pieces inside the ship, and some pieces
close to it. In the fore part of the vessel a large copper kettle and water-cask were also
found, with remains of sails and ropes, and some large oars. She had been built for sixteen
oars. A hundred wooden shields had been once placed in a row under the gunwale of the ship,
corresponding to the number of the crew, the centre pieces of iron, or bosses, still remaining.
The arrangement of the shields is the same as that in the famous Bayeux tapestry, on which
Newhaven, a little farther to the east, has a fair tidal harbour and some local commerce, but its chief feature is the very rapidly-increasing passenger traffic between it and Dieppe, for Paris or London, and the traveller who has not tried that route can be recommended to do so. The boats, some of them of steel and containing all modern improvements, are among the finest in the Channel service, making the trip to Dieppe usually in five or five-and-a-half hours. The trip through Normandy and the valley of the Seine is varied and interesting, and preferable to that from Calais or Boulogne. Near Newhaven is the once flourishing town of Seaford, though it is now little better than a picturesque fishing-village, in the bay of which mackerel are sometimes taken in prodigious quantities, and which affords shelter and anchorage for large vessels during the prevalence of strong easterly winds.
Still farther east, and at the extreme southern point of Sussex, stands the bold promontory
Beachy Head, the scene of many a shipwreck in days gone by. It would be a
most difficult feat to scale this great chalk cliff; and yet the slope of broken débris,
mingled with scanty grass and samphire, steep though it be, does not look impracticable,
nor indeed is it up to a certain point. The writer and his brother once managed to get
within a very respectable distance of the top, but then the rocky stones commenced rolling
down, bringing both climbers with them. After many an ineffectual attempt to secure a
hold by clinging to the samphire, and intervals of momentary rest, neither was very
sorry to reach the stony beach, albeit considerably bruised, battered, and torn. There
they found the sea had cut off their retreat towards Eastbourne, and before they could
reach the shore they had to wade through the fast-rising tide round one or two projecting
corners of the cliff.
In the month of November, 1821, a dreadful storm visited Beachy Head, during
which a French vessel was driven ashore and wrecked. All on board were swept into the
sea, and only four escaped the general destruction, by climbing to the top of a heap of
rocks which had fallen, at different times, from the overhanging cliffs. Their perilous
situation can easily be conceived; the tide was encroaching upon them step by step, and
it was certain destruction to attempt to gain the land. The night was extremely dark,
and the thunder and lightning rendered it still more awful. The poor men, finding that
they would either be swallowed up by the rising tide or dashed to pieces against the rocks,
determined to deliver themselves up to the mercy of the waves, with the forlorn hope of
being cast on some place of safety. At this time one of the men saw, during some flashes
of lightning, a plant growing amongst the stones on which they stood, which he knew was
samphire, and which he also happened to know never grew where it could be entirely
covered with water. He at once acquainted his fellow-sufferers with this fact, and persuaded
them to remain where they were till morning, being convinced that the
height of the tide would not be quite equal to that of the place on which they stood. The
[Illustration: DISCOVERING THE SAMPHIRE ON THE ROCK.]
No part of the south coast formerly required more vigilant guarding than that for
many miles on either side of Beachy Head. The coastguardsman had his hands full then;
his lot is better now. Amongst the most agreeable objects that enliven the shores of
our island,
writes the Saturday Review, are the groups of cottages occupied by the coastguard.
Picturesque one can scarcely call them, for the architecture is simple to baldness,
and suggestive of Government contracts kept down by close competition, and yet they
have generally the picturesqueness of comfortable contrast with surroundings that are
often bleak and inhospitable. Dating from the days when our coasts were regularly
picketed, and a blockade was methodically established against the enterprise of the free-traders,
we come upon them in every variety of situation. Now they are arranged bastion-wise
on a commanding eminence, in the suburb of some seaport or watering place, in a
snug, compact, little square, with a tall flagstaff in the centre. Again we stumble on
them unexpectedly, sheltered in the recess of some
gap
or chine
where a little stream
comes trickling down to the sands through the deep cleft that time seems to have worn
promontory, cape, and bay.
And
often they form a conspicuous landmark on some flat stretch of grass-grown sand, where
the slow-shelving shore is intersected by a labyrinth of changing channels, and where mud-banks
submerged by the rising tides are a perfect paradise for the clamorous sea-fowl. But
whatever the situation, the general effect is almost invariably the same. They are substantial
and watertight; suggestive of cheery shelter in bright interiors when the wind is
howling through the shrouds of the flagstaff, driving the sand and gravel in flying scud
along the beach, and churning and grinding the pebbles in the surf with dull, monotonous
roar. There are low flat roofs with projecting eaves, and small, strongly-secured casements,
and the gleam of their spotless whitewash catches any sunlight that may be going. In
the neatly-palisaded little gardens that stretch before the door, a hard and not-unsuccessful
struggle is always going on with the unfriendly elements, while the shell-strewn walks are
invariably kept in the most perfect order. As you approach them of a warm summer afternoon
you are conscious of the briny breeze just tainted with a faint amphibious smell of
tar. It may not be so balmy or romantic as the resinous odours that breathe from the
pine-woods of Bayonne or Arcachon, under the fiercer rays of the sun of Gascony; but it
is decidedly wholesome, and rather savoury than otherwise. The promiscuous use of pitch
Then the Review goes on to describe the exciting and perilous post of the coastguard
when import duties were excessive, and lucky smugglers made rapid fortunes.
The sympathies of the whole adjacent country were against them. Half the country
people were employed from time to time in running illicit cargoes, and made a very good
thing of it. Those were the days of hard drinking, and farmers almost openly encouraged
a trade that dropped kegs of cheap hollands and runlets of pure French brandy at their
very doors. As for the women, of course—to say nothing of their romantic sympathies
with daring law-breakers—they were all in favour of the men who filled and sweetened
the cheering tea-cup, that would otherwise have been altogether beyond their means.
Even gentlemen holding His Majesty’s commission of the peace were said to connive at
the
fair trade
for a consideration, and to express no surprise at the production of mysterious
casks that had been concealed in out-of-the-way corners of their premises. There were
certain depôts, in dry caverns, in remote homesteads or sequestered barns, the secret of
which was religiously preserved, although it was the common property of highly questionable
characters. There were codes of signals which could be clearly read by all but
the preventive men, and which gave notice of danger or of a favourable opportunity, as
the case might be. The officer in charge of the station had his faculties preternaturally
sharpened, and could scent something wrong in the most natural incidents. The wreaths
of smoke rising from a heap of burning weeds might convey a warning to some expected
vessel. A fishing-boat putting out to sea, engaged apparently in its lawful business,
might really be bound on a similar errand. Then it was the business of the day-watch to
scan carefully each craft that appeared off the coast, and his natural vigilance was stimulated
by the prize-money that might fall to his share. Then the nocturnal promenade was
no mere formality. The thicker the night the more likely that something might be going
on under cover of the fog; and the ear of the look-out was always bent to distinguish,
amidst the murmur of the waves, the sound of suppressed voices, or the plash of muffled
oars. Nor was the walk by any means free from personal danger, and indeed it was
seldom taken in solitude; for, even apart from the inveterate animosity existing between
the smugglers and the preventive men, those were days when deeds of violence were
common, and the life of a man was of little account compared to the safety of a cargo
that might be worth hundreds or thousands of pounds. If he chanced to fall over the
cliff by accident, everything might be satisfactorily settled before he was replaced; for
when a smuggling lugger stood in for the coast there were plenty of ready hands to
help to discharge her cargo; and unless the men of the nearest preventive station got
assistance from elsewhere, there was little left for them but to look on helplessly. Boats
from the nearest fishing hamlets swarmed in about the smuggler; strings of horses, in
charge of people armed to the teeth, made their way to the coast from the inland farms.
sauve qui peut, conducted with more or less order, and covered
with a lavish use of cutlasses and firearms. Very possibly the victors had to count the
dead, and pick up the wounded; and thus the romance and excitement of those days were
spiced with a very sensible element of danger.
Eastbourne and its Quiet Charms—Hastings—Its Fishermen—The Battle of Hastings—Loss of the O’er the Downs so free
—St. Margaret’s Bay—Kingsdown—Deal—A
Deed of Daring—Ramsgate and Margate—The Floating Light on the Goodwin Sands—Ballantyne’s
Voluntary Imprisonment—His Experiences—The Craft—The Light—One Thousand Wild Ducks caught—A
Signal from the South Sand Head
—The Answer—Life on Board.
The coast north-east from Beachy Head is rugged and interesting till Eastbourne is reached,
one of the quietest and prettiest of the south-coast watering-places, and one which has been
very greatly improved of late by the lavish expenditure of his Grace the Duke of Devonshire,
the principal landowner in the neighbourhood. Some of the promenades are planted with
trees à la boulevard. The bathing and boating are both excellent; while in the neighbourhood
are the ruins of Pevensey, an old Norman castle, and Hurstmonceaux, a red-brick castle
of the mediæval period, ivy-and creeper-covered, and embowered in trees. It is the delight of
artists, who annually besiege it in great numbers. Eastbourne has some hundred fishermen
And next in sequence comes historical Hastings, which extends for near a mile along the sea at the present time, or, if we include the fashionable town of St. Leonard’s-on-Sea, its sea front must be reckoned at nearly three miles. Many readers will be familiar with the charming glen or vale in which it is situated, and which opens to the sea on the south. Hastings is otherwise sheltered by high hills and cliffs, and has a warm, even, and yet bracing climate; for salubrity it will rank with any of the popular sea-side resorts. It has a steady population of about 35,000, of whom 700 are fishermen and boatmen. In one week the herring catch has been worth £5,000. A boat fitted for the herring or mackerel season is worth £350, and for trawling £200. The mackerel season commences in April and continues till the latter end of July, while the trawling commences and ends two or two and a half months later. The herring season commences in September and ends in the latter part of November. There is a church at Hastings, under the eastern cliffs, for the special accommodation of fishermen.
The famous battle of Hastings was fought A.D. 1066, Oct. 14. The alarm sounded,
both parties immediately prepared for action; but the English spent the night previous
to it in riot and jollity, whilst the Normans were occupied in the duties of religion. On
the morning the Duke called together his principal officers, and ordered the signal of battle
to be given. Then the whole army, moving at once, and singing the hymn or song of
Roland, advanced in order and with alacrity towards the English.
Harold had seized the advantage of a rising ground, and, having secured his flanks with
trenches, resolved to stand upon the defensive, and to avoid an engagement with the
cavalry, in which he was inferior. The Kentish men were placed in the van, a post of
honour which they always claimed as their due. The Londoners guarded the standard;
and the King himself, accompanied by his two valiant brothers, Gurth and Leofwin, dismounting
from his horse, placed himself at the head of his infantry, and expressed his
resolution to conquer or to die. The first attack of the Normans was desperate, but was
received with equal valour by the English, and the former began to retreat, when William
hastened to their support with a select band. His presence restored the courage of his
followers, and the English in their turn were obliged to retire. They rallied again, however,
assisted by the advantage of the ground, and William, in order to gain the victory,
had recourse to a stratagem, which, had it failed, would have resulted in his total ruin.
He commanded his troops to allure the enemy from their position by the appearance of
flight. The English followed with precipitation; the Normans faced upon them in the
plain, and drove them back with considerable slaughter. The artifice was a second time
repeated, with the same success; yet a great body of the English still maintained themselves
in firm array, and seemed determined to dispute the victory. While they were galled by
the Norman archers behind, they were attacked by the heavy-armed infantry in front; and
Harold himself was slain by an arrow as he combated with great bravery at the head of
his men. The English, discouraged by the fall of their prince, fled on all sides. The
[Illustration: THE LAST OF THE
Sadly must all readers look back upon the morning of Friday, May the 31st, 1878,
when the
The squadron consisted of three vessels, sailing in two columns—the
In this formation the German squadron came across two sailing vessels hauled to
the wind,
says the writer of the article from which we quote, on the port tack, and
consequently standing right across the bows of both divisions. The
All might have gone well up to this point, however, as it appears
the able and experienced officer;
he had given the
order to port the helm to steer clear of the sailing vessel, and then ordered the helm to
be immediately steadied,
intending to range up alongside the
The ripping off the armour plating like the skin of an
orange.
The bowsprit of the like strips of paper.
The doomed iron-clad went down in seven minutes; on board there was scarcely time left the officers and crew to think much less to act with effect. The boats that had not been smashed could hardly be got into the water; the hammocks had been stowed in some unusual place, so that it was useless to attempt to get at them, and thus a very perfect means of escape was cut off from the 280 poor fellows that were drowned.
[Illustration: THE KÖNIG WILHELM
ENTERING PORTSMOUTH HARBOUR AFTER THE COLLISION.]
The experience of the first lieutenant when the vessel was going down under the very
eyes of a number of people on shore is interesting in the extreme. He felt himself sucked
in, and describes a sensation of enormous pressure on his ribs, as if the water were forcing
him down. Then he came across another column of water, which as promptly vomited him up to
the surface again, when he caught hold of a spar, and saved his life. A dreadful fate befell some
thirty unfortunate sailors, who, in spite of the commands and entreaties of the boatswain,
who was standing on the forecastle, threw themselves over the bows, and endeavoured to swim
away. But the sinking ship was too fast for them, and they were caught in the netting
which is stretched under the jibboom, and, thus entangled, were carried down with the ship.
The disabled United Service Gazette.
Dover is by no means so generally known as many less interesting places on the south coast, for the larger number of those who depart for or arrive from the Continent usually pass it by. It has been often incidentally mentioned in these pages, but no description of its special attractions has yet been given.
It is situated not far from the South Foreland, in the extreme south-east corner of
Kent, on the narrowest part of the British Channel, and only some twenty miles from the
opposite coast of France. Hence it is the port for steamers crossing to Calais on the
Continental service, a trip usually made in about one hour and three-quarters. If the reader
should cross on the now-famous mal de mer contained in a previous chapter.
Dover, though comparatively little used as a watering-place, possesses excellent accommodation
for visitors—bathing-machines, and all the usual paraphernalia of such places.
Its grand hotel, The Lord Warden,
is second to none in England, and has sheltered
scores of crowned heads and coroneted aristocrats, as well as the less distinguished, though
perhaps equally worthy, Jones, Brown, Smith, and Robinson.
On the eastern side of the town stands that elevated and noble fortress the Castle, of
which some description has already been given. A short distance from it the chalk cliff rises
370 feet above the sea, and hard by stands a beautiful piece of brass ordnance, 24 feet in
length, which bears the name of Queen Elizabeth’s Pocket Pistol,
and was presented
to her Majesty by the States of Holland. It is said to carry a 12-lb. ball to a distance
of seven miles. It is curiously adorned with a variety of devices, typifying the blessings
of peace and the horrors of war. On its breech is the following motto in Dutch, which,
freely translated, signifies:—
O’er hill and dale I throw my ball,
Breaker my name of mound and wall.
To the westward of the town rises the majestic headland named after our immortal
at the present time to an altitude of 350 feet,
but in the great dramatist’s day its summit was much higher, as indicated by the enormous
boulders and heaps of débris at its base, the result of frequent landslips and falls. Shakespeare
well describes this grand precipice:—
Come on, sir; here’s the place: stand still. How fearful
Topple down headlong.
[Illustration: DOVER.]
From the heights about Dover the views are magnificent. Seaward is the beautiful
bay, the Straits and the Downs, with its ever-changing fleets, the ships of all nations.
The antiquity of Dover is undeniable. Julius Cæsar here made his first descent on
Britain, in August, B.C. 55. Picts and Scots, Danes and Normans, successively attacked
it; while at the period of the Conquest, 1066, the town suffered fearfully, the whole place
being reduced to ashes except twenty-nine houses. But when it became one of the Cinque
Ports it soon rose in importance, and Dover men largely helped that brilliant attack on
Philip IV.’s fleet, by which France lost 240 vessels. That enraged monarch retaliated on
Dover by burning the larger part of the town; but before the year 1296 the British
navy had not merely swept the enemy from the Channel, but had made several reprisals
on the coast of France. At the period of the Armada, Dover, with the other Cinque Ports,
fitted out, at a cost of £43,000, six large ships for the Queen’s service, which were the
means of decoying the great Galleas of Spain on a shoal, afterwards engaging and
burning her.
Riding or walking over the Downs some interesting places may be seen on or near the
coast. At St. Margaret’s Bay, seven miles north from Dover—to the merits of the
Fisherman’s Inn
embowered in trees, at the base of
lofty cliffs. Here the preliminary borings for the possible Channel Tunnel of the future
were made. Farther on is Kingsdown, a fishing village and lifeboat station, the men and
boat of which have done specially good service in saving life. Visible from thence is
Walmer Castle and quaint old Deal, so often mentioned in these pages in connection with
lifeboat work on the Goodwin Sands, themselves also plainly in sight. Riding at anchor in
Deal Roads, or outward bound, or on the homeward tack, are seen ships, great and little,
flying the colours of every maritime nation under the sun. The trip from Dover to Deal
and back can be made by any tolerable pedestrian in a day, allowing time for visits to all
the points just named. That part of the trip from Dover to St. Margaret’s Bay can be
made over the Downs only, but thence to Deal the coast can be easily followed.
Coming nearer home, the writer must record a case of derring-do,
which will prove—if after
what these pages have recorded of the men of Deal and Walmer and Kingsdown, of Ramsgate
and Margate, further proof were needed—that the men of the North and South Foreland are
not degenerate descendants of their forefathers, who sailed and fought and died with Blake and
Nelson. It occurred in Deal on a Sunday morning in bleak December. A whole gale was
blowing from the south-west and vessels in the comparatively sheltered Downs were riding to
both anchors. As the various congregations were leaving their respective places of worship
umbrellas were blown inside out, and children were taken off their feet or clung frightened
to their parents’ limbs, the wind and spray along Deal beach being blinding. Let the
Chaplain
(nom de plume of the excellent clergyman who superintends the Missions to
Seamen) tell the tale. Just then,
he writes, in answer to the boom of the distant gun, the
bell rang to man the lifeboat, and the Deal boatmen gallantly answered to the summons.
A rush was made for the life-belts and for the coxswain’s house. The coxswain, Robert
Wilds, has for fifteen years held the yoke-lines through the surf on the sands, and knows the
powers of the boat to save. Fourteen men besides the coxswain were the crew, and with a
mighty rush they launched the good boat down the steep beach to the rescue. There were
three vessels on the Goodwins. The crew of one took to their boats, and not being in the
worst part of the sands got safe round the North Foreland to Margate. Another schooner,
supposed to be a Dane, disappeared, and was lost with all hands. The third, a German barque,
the
all told,
was stuck fast in the worst part of the sands—viz.,
the South Spit, on which even on a fine day the writer has encountered a dangerous and
peculiar boil or tumble of seas. The barque’s main and mizen masts by this time were gone,
and the crew were clinging to the weather bulwarks, while sheets of solid water made a clean
breach over them—so much so that from cold and long exposure the captain was almost
exhausted. The Deal life-boat, the to weather
to drop down as before. No friendly steam-tug was
at hand to help the lifeboat to windward in case of failure in this their first attempt, and both
We’re bound to save them,
and with all the
coolness of the race, yet daring all that men dare do,
they concentrated their energies on
getting close enough to the wreck to throw their line, and yet to keep far enough off to ensure
the boat’s safety. They were now beaten and hustled by the tremendous seas breaking into
and over them, and no other boat could have lived a moment in the cauldron of waters
seething and raging around them. Notwithstanding the self-emptying power of the wondrous
boat, the seas broke into her in such quick succession that she was and remained full up to her
thwarts while alongside the vessel, and as each cataract came on board the coxswain sang out,
Look out, men!
and they grasped the thwarts and held on with both hands, breathless, for
dear life. One sea hurled the lifeboat against the ship, and stove in her fore air-box, so that
the safety of all made it necessary to sheer off. Another sea prostrated two men under her
thwarts. The lifeboat’s throw-line was at last got on board the barque, and communication
being established the crew were drawn on board the lifeboat through the raging waves by ones
or twos, as the seas permitted. Thus saved from the jaws of death, so astonished were the
rescued crew at the submerged condition of the lifeboat and the awful turmoil of water
around them that some of them wished to get back to their perishing vessel; but the coxswain
and crew knew the powers of their gallant boat. Up foresail and cut the cable,
and with its
goodly freight of thirty-four souls the lifeboat, hurled like a feather, sometimes dead before the
wind, and next moment taken aback,
plunged into the surf for home. One of the rescued
crew had twice before been saved by the same boat (the
Among nearly all classes who dwell near and love the sea the same heroic spirit prevails.
Only in 1879 Lord Dunmore, with John M‘Rae, Ewen M‘Leod, and Norman Macdonald, put
out to sea in a furious Atlantic gale, in the noble Scottish peer’s undecked cutter, the Forth fortune, and fill the fetters.
The
spirit of daring adventure which spurred his forefathers to feats of reckless foray and ruthless
feud has, in a milder age, developed into the performance of deeds of valour for the benefit
of suffering humanity.
Sad to say, occasionally, there is another story to be told. In February, 1880,
some strapping fishermen refused to make up the complement of the Blackpool lifeboat—some
of her own men being away fishing off North Wales, and others at Fleetwood—and
remained leafing on the beach while they let the coxswain take in two joiners
and a stonemason, and then start two short of the complement. Nevertheless four
persons were saved from the wreck of the
[Illustration: RAMSGATE.]
Popular Ramsgate, with its fashionably select annexe St. Lawrence-on-Sea, is so well
known by all, that no lengthened description is required here, for its actual and practical
connection with the sea, in the noble work done by its lifeboatsmen, has already been
detailed. Ramsgate has a fine harbour and piers, from which the husbands’ boat
is
often, more especially on Saturdays, watched and longed for by hundreds of wives and
daughters.
Margate had, in Queen Elizabeth’s reign, fifteen boats and other vessels, ranging
from one to eighteen tons, there being four of the latter. It had 108 inhabited houses.
It now has a floating population of 50,000 to 70,000 people, the permanent residents
being about 15,000 in number. There are several pilots, and a large number of luggers
employed in fishing and in seeking for casualties; it owns a certain number of coasting
vessels; while a large number of coasters and French fishing-boats come in during the
winter months and fishing season for refuge, repairs, and provisions. Margate has a
Seaman’s Room and Observatory, and Ramsgate a Seaman’s Infirmary. The local agents
[Illustration: THE GULF STREAM LIGHT VESSEL ON THE GOODWIN SANDS.]
Who that has visited Ramsgate or Margate, has not, some time or other in his or her
life, nourished an all-absorbing curiosity to peep into the interior and solve the mysteries of
those distant beacons, the Floating Light Ships.
Those who have seen them either lying
peacefully on the tranquil bosom of the sunlit ocean, or trembling and shaken in Neptune’s
angry moods, still valiant and isolated, nobly doing their duty, must often have wished to get a
closer view. That natural curiosity can be gratified at last; the curtain has been raised,
so that we may peep into the mysteries of the flame-coloured sphinxes, by a writerThe Floating Light on the Goodwin Sands.
That curious, almost ridiculous-looking craft,
writes Mr. Ballantyne, was among the
aristocracy of shipping. Its important office stamped it with nobility. It lay there, conspicuous
in its royal colour, from day to day and year to year, to mark the fair-way between
Old England and the outlying shoals, distinguished in daylight by a huge ball at its mast-head,
and at night by a magnificent lantern, with argand lamps and concave reflectors, which shot
rays like lightning far and wide over the watery waste, while in thick weather, when neither
ball nor light could be discerned, a sonorous gong gave its deep-toned warning to the approaching
mariner, and let him know his position amidst the surrounding dangers.
Here the writer bestows well-deserved praise upon the services, disinterested and
universal,
of this lonely craft, and afterwards tells you what would meet the eye, if, leaning
against the stern, you gazed along the deck forward.
It was an interesting kingdom in detail. Leaving out of view all that which was behind
him, and which, of course, he could not see, we may remark that just before him stood the
binnacle and compass, and the cabin skylight. On his right and left the territory of the quarter
deck was seriously circumscribed and the promenade much interfered with by the ship’s boats,
which, like their parent, were painted red, and which did not hang at the davits, but, like young
lobsters of the kangaroo type, found shelter within their mother when not at sea on their own
account. Near to them were two signal carronades. Beyond the skylight rose the bright
brass funnel of the cabin chimney, and the winch by means of which the lantern was hoisted.
Then came another skylight and the companion hatch about the centre of the deck. Just
beyond this stood the most important part of the vessel—the lantern-house. This was a
circular wooden structure about six feet in diameter, with a door and small windows.
Inside was the lantern—the beautiful piece of mechanism for which the light-ship, its
crew and appurtenances, were maintained. Right through the centre of this house rose the
thick, unyielding mast of the vessel. The lantern, which was just a little less than its house,
surrounded the mast and travelled upon it.
Immediately at sundown the order Up lights
was given, regular as the sun itself. The lantern was connected with the rod and pinion, by
means of which with the clock-work beneath, the light was made to revolve and flash
once
every third of a minute. The glass of the lantern is frequently broken, not by wind and
wave, but by the sea-birds, which dash violently against it. In a single night, nine panes of
The cabin of the Floating Light was marvellously neat and clean. Everything was put
away in its proper place, not only as the result of order and discipline, but on account of the
extreme smallness of the cabin. The author of the work from which we quote depicts a
scene on board during a night of storms when a wreck and unexpected rescue took place:—A
little before midnight, while I was rolling uneasily in my
bunk,
contending with
sleep and sea-sickness, and moralising on the madness of those who choose the sea
for a
profession, I was roused—and sickness instantly cured—by the watch on deck suddenly shouting
down the hatchway to the mate, South Sand Head light is firing, sir, and sending up rockets.
The mate sprang from his bunk,
and was on the cabin-floor before the sentence was well
finished. I followed suit, and pulled on coat, nether garments, and shoes, as if my life
depended on my own speed. There was unusual need for clothing, for the night was bitterly
cold. On gaining the deck, we found the two men on duty actively at work—the one loading
the lee gun, the other adjusting a rocket to its stick. A few hurried questions from the mate
elicited all that it was needful to know.
The flash of the gun from the
South Sand Head
light-ship, about six miles off, had
been distinctly seen a third time, and a third rocket went up, indicating that a vessel had struck
upon the fatal Goodwin Sands. The report of the gun could not be heard, owing to the gale
carrying the sound to leeward, but the bright line of the rocket was distinctly visible. At the
same moment the glaring light of a burning tar-barrel was observed. It was the signal of the
vessel in distress, just on the southern tail of the sands.
By this time the gun was charged, and the rocket in position.
One of the crew dived down the companion-hatch, and in another moment returned
with a red-hot poker, which the mate had thrust into the cabin fire at the first alarm. He
applied it in quick succession to the gun and rocket. A blinding flash and deafening crash
were followed by the whiz of the rocket as it sprang with a magnificent curve far away into
the surrounding darkness.
This was their answer to the South Sand Head light, which, having fired three guns and
sent up three rockets to attract the attention of the
The steam tug
The life of the crew of every light-ship is pretty much the same on Sunday. At dawn
the lantern is lowered and cleaned and prepared for the next night’s work. At 8 a.m. all
hands must be on the alert, the hammocks stowed, and breakfast served. At 10.30 the men
Harwich; its fine Harbour—Thorpeness and its Hero—Beautiful Situation of Lowestoft—Yarmouth; its Antiquity—Quays,
Bridges—The Roadstead—Herring and Mackerel Fishing—Curing Red Herrings and Bloaters—A Struggle for Life—Encroachments
of the Sea—A Dangerous Coast—Flamborough Head—Perils of the Yorkshire Fisherman’s Life—The
sea gat him!
—Filey and its Quiet Attractions—Natural Breakwater—A Sad Tale of the Sea—Scarborough; Ancient
Records—The Terrible and the Gay—The
Proceeding now to the east coast of our island, we come to a series of places interesting to the men of the sea, and some of them renowned as watering-places. Leaving the mouth of the Thames, we soon arrive at Harwich, which is acquiring considerable importance in view of the Continental routes with which it is connected. It is situated on high land at the mouth of the Stour, and near the confluence of the latter with the Orwell, immediately opposite the well-known Landguard Fort. The shore is bold, and the views of the German Ocean, with its ever-shifting fleets of native and foreign vessels, are grand and extensive. It has a breakwater, dockyard, and magnificent harbour, in which, it is said, more than 100 vessels of the Royal Navy and between 300 and 400 colliers have ridden at one time. There are steamers constantly plying to Ipswich, about twelve miles up the Orwell—a river famous for the beautiful scenery of its banks. Ipswich itself, celebrated as the birthplace of Cardinal Wolsey, is the largest market town and port of Suffolk, and possesses respectable-sized docks and ship-yards, and any quantity of interesting buildings of the mediæval period.
[Illustration: HARWICH.]
Thorpeness, a dreary little place near Aldborough, on our way up the coast, would not
attract the tourist, but it was long the residence of one of Suffolk’s heroes. Joseph Chard
commenced life as a carpenter, but was soon found at Thorpeness, where he lived in a little
cottage built by himself, and owned an old boat, which cost him originally fifty shillings, in which
he followed the calling of bumboatman, or purveyor of provisions and odds and ends to passing
ships, from which he frequently conveyed messages to shore. Gradually he saved money,
and, uniting his old and new trades, built a fine boat, which cost him twenty-five pounds. In
three or four years more he was rich enough to purchase a fast-sailing yawl, which a gang of
smugglers were obliged to relinquish about that time, and with which Chard won the prize
at the next Aldborough Regatta from a host of born watermen. Not content with these
successes, he bought and studied a coasting-book and chart, and soon emerged a full-fledged
Farther north, and standing upon the most easterly point in all England, the important seaport of Lowestoft is situated. The town is placed on a lofty eminence, from which fine sea-views are obtained, and the side of the cliff descends gradually in hanging gardens or terraces covered with trees and shrubs, below which is a long line of buildings appropriated to the curing of fish. It has two harbours, with piers. The herring (more especially) and the mackerel fisheries employ from 1,500 to 2,000 men and boys, while the industries connected with the sea commence at twine and rope making and end in ship-building. There is a chapel for British and foreign sailors, six almshouses for poor master fishermen, and two lifeboats.
Yarmouth next demands our attention. It derives its name from its situation at the
mouth of the river Yare, and it is, as all know, both a flourishing fishing-town and a
watering-place. Its antiquity is great; there are records of it anterior to Roman times.
In the eleventh century, at the time of the Conquest, it was known as Moche Gærnemouth,
or Great Yarmouth. In 1004, Sweyn, king of Denmark, arrived before it with a powerful
fleet, and plundered and burnt the town. It soon rose again. In 1132, artisans, implements,
[Illustration: YARMOUTH.]
Among the features of Yarmouth are the great broad quays, extending about a mile-and-a-quarter,
the principal streets running parallel with them. There are several substantial
bridges across the Yare and Bure rivers, one over the latter having been erected on the spot
where nearly eighty people were suddenly precipitated into the water by the fall of the old
bridge some thirty-eight years ago. There are several small docks and shipyards. Yarmouth
Roads afford safe anchorage, and are constantly resorted to by vessels in distress, the captains
of which do not dare to brave the elements outside. Forty thousand sail, exclusive of
fishing boats, annually pass this part of the coast. The Roads are formed by several very
dangerous sands, which, in foggy weather, or when heavy gales sweep the coasts, occasion many
fearful shipwrecks. More than 500 vessels have been stranded, wrecked, or utterly lost off this
coast in the short period of three years; as a necessary consequence, the loss of life is also
considerable, and the number of shipwrecked mariners who are landed at Yarmouth year after
year is very large. The Shipwrecked Mariners’ Society has an important branch there. There
is a fine Sailors’ Home, which has lodged 600 to 700 poor seamen in a single year. It was
established to provide a home for the mariners of all nations, when wrecked, detained by stress
The mackerel fisheries of Yarmouth alone employ one thousand men, but the herring fishery is the most important source of revenue to the town, the produce exceeding one hundred thousand barrels per annum, or one-fifth of the entire yield of the kingdom. A large number of persons of both sexes are employed on shore in drying and curing the fish. The Yarmouth boats with two masts (three during the mackerel season) are manned by twelve or thirteen hands. They have the letters Y. H. and a number painted on the bows. They are now of about sixty-five tons builders’ measurement, many of graceful forms, and are fast sailers. A single boat will often take a hundred and twenty or thirty thousand fish in one night.
In salting herrings the fish are simply gutted and placed in the barrels in alternate
layers with salt. Having been allowed to remain in that condition for some few days the
barrel is found to contain a quantity of floating liquid, which is poured off; more herrings
and layers of salt are added. The branding consists of affixing the month and day on which
they were caught and cured, the name and address of the curer, and the presence or absence
of the gills and alimentary canal. Red
herrings are made so by first being placed in
salt for three or four days, then being hung on spits which hold about twenty fish
apiece. These spits are plunged several times in cold water, and after being sufficiently washed,
are then removed to the open air and dried. Next they are suspended from the roof of the
smoking-house, which has wood fires on the floor. Those for English use are smoked for ten
days or so, but those for exportation often remain as long as three weeks before being packed.
As has been mentioned elsewhere, they are used by the negroes of the West Indies as a
medicinal corrective to the bad effects of a constant vegetable and fruit diet. Bloaters are
cured more speedily. They are placed for a few hours only in a strong brine, are then spitted
and well washed in cold water, and are smoked very slightly for about eight hours only, when
they are ready for packing.
And now for an incident which occurred some years since, and which was indeed a struggle
for life,
although eventually the sufferer was landed at Yarmouth. It is a sad truism that
danger is never so near to us as when we have least apparent cause to fear its presence, and the
narrow escape of a seaman, named Charles Hayman, from a melancholy death, with his vessel
in sight of his native soil, is only another of the many exemplifications of this stern truth.
He belonged to the schooner
Those on board at once made signals of distress, which were seen by the gallant little
smack,
The waves washed over and into the boat, threatening to swamp it at any moment. Hayman and the mate failed completely to bale the water out, in spite of their incessant endeavours to do so, and Hayman, foreseeing the inevitable, stripped himself to the skin, and waited for the moment to come when the boat would capsize. He did not have to wait long in his nudity and the bitter cold; the boat spun over, and carried both men under water; however, they soon rose to the surface, succeeded in reaching the boat, which was floating bottom upwards, and clung to it with the despairing energy of drowning men. Heavy seas broke over them so persistently that scarcely a minute was allowed them for respiration, and the mate, a weakly man, with a low harrowing cry sank for the last time and for ever. Hayman battled on with the courage of a tiger. The smack bore down to him in the teeth of the gale. He was saved and succoured when death seemed about to seize him, and he was supplied with raiment and stimulants by his noble rescuers, and eventually landed at Yarmouth.
The sea has made, and still makes, many encroachments on the Norfolk coasts. Thus at the not inconsiderable fishing station of Sherringham several yards of cliff have been undermined and washed away in a few years’ time; and in 1810 a large inn, placed too near the sea, was thrown in a heap of ruins on the beach. The coast onward to Cromer, a now fashionable watering-place, protected by a breakwater and sea-wall, is extremely dangerous, and between it and Yarmouth there are five lights.
But we now approach a still more dangerous part of the coast—the eastern shores of Yorkshire. Flamborough Head first demands our attention.
The Head is the termination of the chalky Yorkshire Wolds, and it is surrounded
by islands of chalk, showing plainly that the sea has cut them off from their former
connection with the land. The cliffs around Flamborough Head are riddled and tunnelled
by the sea waves, and there are many arches and caverns. The Matron of
Flamborough
is a fine pyramidal needle,
standing boldly out of the water. Under
the lighthouse are some remarkable broken cliffs, and then two great pillars of chalk
called the King and Queen
arrest attention. One of the largest and most rugged
caverns is called Robin Lyth’s Hole,
and it can be easily explored from the eastern
side. The Head is, therefore, specially interesting to the artist, and, for other reasons,
it is equally so to the naturalist. Crowds of sea birds startle the visitor, who is
doubtless regarded as an intruder, as they flock out from all the crevices of the
cliffs filled with their eggs, and cover both land and sea in their circling flight. The
somewhat giddy feat of descending the face of the cliff with the aid of ropes, for
the sake of the eggs, is one by which the Flamborough men gain their living in the
summer. A more familiar hazard is run by the bold fishers of this coast, who, in
their little cobles, set forth from the north or the south landing to visit, perhaps,
the Dogger Bank, possibly to return no more.
The sea gat him,
is too often the
Visits to the Sea Coasts,
in The Shipwrecked Mariner.
Down on the sands, where the red light pales,
For God is good, and the gift He gave
Of the fair new home, where is no more sea.
Filey, a quiet watering-place, is sheltered by the above-named headland, and its
pretty terraces, squares, shrubs, trees, and flowers, its sands where a band plays daily
during the season, afford a strong contrast to the ofttimes turbulent ocean without.
The title of the place is derived from the ancient name, The File,
given to a rocky
tongue of land which shoots out into the sea, and serves in every respect as a breakwater
to the place. Outside, in heavy seas, great pieces of rock may be seen rolling and tumbling
about, swayed at the will of the waves. This is called Filey Brig
(bridge), and the promontory
is said to have a great resemblance to the mole at Tangiers. Its extremity can be
reached at low water, and from thence most lovely views of Scarborough cliffs and its castle
and Flamborough Head are obtained. At high water the Brig is overflowed, and the waves
often cause a white spray against its rocks, which throw it high in the air. The effect from
the esplanade is, for want of a better simile, very much like a concentration of white plumes.
One Sunday afternoon, but one on which no Sabbath bell could be heard at sea, nor on the usual quiet shores of Filey, a sad event occurred. It was seven in the evening; the wind had suddenly chopped round from south to north, and now there fell, with the noise of an angry sea rushing over a sandy desert, a terrific shower of hailstones, and tempestuous weather continued through the night. At daybreak the sea ran mountains high, and the storm continued with unabated fury. The wind blew a hurricane; the sleet came down as dense as a London fog, and obscured the sea from the eyes of the anxious inhabitants of Filey, and Filey from the eager eyes and listening ears of the tempest-tossed sailor. At nine o’clock the sky cleared, and the people of Filey beheld a stout brig, in company with three or four more vessels, labouring on in the heavy sea under close-reefed topsails, and distant scarcely three miles.
She showed signs as if she had been in collision with some other vessel, or was terribly
battered and storm-riven. After getting about two miles south of the buoy, she was seen to
heel over on to her beam ends, stagger, struggle to right herself, and, as if aware of the entire
fruitlessness of the attempt, and giving up in despair, to go down with an awful suddenness,
taking all hands with her—her name unknown, her history unrecorded. The only epitaph in
Of Scarborough there are most ancient records. Its name is Saxon—from Scar, a rock, and
Burg, a fortified place. A Northern historian records an invasion by the Danes in the ninth
and tenth centuries in the following manner:—Towards the end of the reign of Adalbricht,
King of Northumberland, an army of Danes under Knut and Harold, sons of Gorin, invading
England, subdued a great part of this province; upon which Adalbricht, meeting the enemy,
and fighting a battle at Clifland or Cleveland, in the north, routed the Danes with great
slaughter. But soon after this the Danes, leading their forces to Scardaborga, fought and
obtained the victory; then marching to York, they subdued the inhabitants, and passed some
time in peace.
The venerable castle dates from the reign of King Stephen.
[Illustration: SCARBOROUGH.]
The harbour of Scarborough is the only place of refuge on a dangerous coast reaching from the Humber to Tynemouth Haven. It possesses lifeboats, mortar apparatus for aiding ships, a Seamen’s Hospital, Trinity House, and Mariners’ Asylum. The place itself has become a most fashionable watering-place. But sometimes here, as at many other seaside resorts, the terrible mingles with the gay. Such was particularly the case in November, 1861, when events occurred which threw a general gloom over both the inhabitants and visitors.
A schooner, the
Attention was now given to the shipwrecked crew, who had been witnesses of all these horrors, and they were eventually all hauled off safely by the rocket apparatus. In the same gale fourteen poor fishermen of Scarborough lost their lives. Twenty were lost at Yarmouth, and there were wrecks strewed all over the east coast.
And now for a true story with a happier ending, very graphically told by a lady visitor
to Scarborough.The Shipwrecked Mariner, January, 1873.I can’t write decently,
wrote
she; my hands are still trembling from the excitement of the morning, such a tremendous
There’s a fine brig out to the
north’ard, but there’s an awful heavy sea on; I’m afraid there’s no chance for her, the wind
is driving her dead on shore, and I’m afraid she’ll be on the rocks before long. She’s a
Spaniard, I think, by the looks on her. God help ’em!
and he took his glass and went out,
the big tears standing in his eyes, great sturdy fellow as he is.
Of course our hearts were in our mouths in a moment, and with straining eyes we
watched and watched. On she came; how one longed for some unseen hand to drive her back
from what seemed friendly houses, and people, and land, and yet was so fatal! The snow, and
hail, and rain made the air thick every now and then, and when it cleared there was the vessel
being driven headlong before the wind. Would she get round the Castle rocks? That was
awful excitement; if she struck there, there was no hope for the crew. An hour nearly the
suspense lasted; yes, she is past! a slight lull in the fierce storm, and in that lull a fishing-smack,
for which there seemed no chance, had weathered it all, got round the lighthouse pier,
and was entering the harbour, a thing that, by the side of the brig, seemed a mere child’s toy
on those big waves, and had been lost to sight again and again. The pier was one black mass
of people, and on the sands thousands had collected, all eyes on the brig.
Now off goes the lifeboat—there is still a chance for the brig. It’s a beautiful new
boat, that was recently launched, and already she has saved more lives (the sailors tell us)
than the old one did all the time she was here. Her crew have confidence in her, and
you
know, miss, if her crew haven’t confidence in her, it’s all no go; they’d better by half go off in
a coble, they’d liever too,
said an old sailor to me. I felt as if every one I loved in the world were
in that vessel, thus tossing and struggling with the winds and waves, in uncertainty as to her
fate. The lifeboat is off now, though, to the pier-head, and the rocket apparatus is fixed at a
part where they think she’s coming on shore. She hasn’t enough sail on, the sailors say.
Her master seems to find this out, for up go two topsails. She veers; now is her chance; if
her master knows the harbour well, he may yet get her in. He doesn’t, evidently; he has
gone a little too far to the south’ard, and can’t get back! One frightful gust, one awful sea,
and her chance is over, and she is driving right on to the worst rocks of all, where, if she
strikes, the men must perish—no lifeboat and no rocket apparatus can reach her. The lifeboat
is pulling tremendously towards her now, and the sea is fearful; again she veers slightly—the
moments seem hours. How those men pull! they are close to her, when one awful sea
catches them, and the lifeboat is swamped. It seemed as if I felt the waves dashing over me.
I gave an awful scream, and hardly dared look again; and yet I couldn’t keep my eyes away.
She was all right, and eagerly I counted her men, we could see so plainly from our windows.
They were all right, and now she is alongside the brig, though once or twice dashed away
again. Then comes the taking of the men off. This was almost the worst moment of
all, to see them one by one dropped into the lifeboat. One man is going nearly in; the
lifeboat is dashed right away, and there he hangs. The sea dashes against him, injures
his leg, but they get him back into the brig, and then into the lifeboat when she can get
close again, and now all are in but the captain. He hesitates; almost it seems as if he
would rather go down with his ship; but he passes some papers, or paper like books, into
Whitby is the last point to be treated here in connection with the dangerous east coast. It is an ancient town, dating long before the eleventh century, at which latter period it had become a noted fishing-place. At the present time it possesses perhaps 500 vessels, large and small, exclusive of fishing boats. There are a great number of seamen belonging to the place who are engaged in ships on the coast, Baltic, and Indian trade, seldom returning home, but for a few weeks in winter. That the men must be generally provident is witnessed by the fact that there are 800 subscribers to the Mariners’ National Mutual Pension and Widows’ Fund, a benefit society under the auspices and management of the Shipwrecked Mariners’ Society.
Standing on the cliff above Whitby, near the ruins of the old abbey, there is a most
delightful view seawards. The town is below, mapped out in all its varieties of streets, squares,
and quays; its terraces mounting one above another; its piers projecting into the sea; its
lighthouses, docks, and shipyards alive with busy artisans; and a capacious harbour, divided by
a bridge across the Esk, the outer part of which has accommodation for 300 sail of ships,
while above there is also a large basin. All this and much more the eye takes in from this
elevated stand-point, which, in fine weather, and at high tide, is most imposing. The harbour,
filled to the brim with the blue element, glitters like a polished mirror beneath the rays of the
sun. The stately vessel, spreading her snowy canvas to the breeze, is seen passing from point
to point along its winding shores. The maze-like coursing of the little yacht, with its slender
masts and tiny sails, skimming the surface of the water like a swallow on the wing, lends
animation to the scene. The cry of the sea-bird as it wheels in graceful curves, or checks its
flight to pounce upon its prey in the bright flood beneath, arrests the ear; whilst the loud
hurrah
with which the brawny shipwright greets the majestic vessel as she glides along the
well-greased ways,
and cleaves a passage for herself into the flood which is to be her future
home, re-echoes from the cliffs and shore.
Southward of Whitby lies the romantic Bay of Robin Hood, alias Robert Earl of
Huntingdon, who lived in Richard I.’s reign. Robin, it is said, when about to select a site for
a marine residence, resolved to take up his abode on the first spot where the next arrow from his
bow should alight, and this being the place, his name has ever since been attached to it. The
little town there is one of the most irregular and comical-looking places in the world, from the
ravages of the sea in undermining the cliffs. Built on the ledges of these cliffs, at all heights
where foothold could be obtained, and perched on dizzy crags that overhang the sea, or hid in
nooks approached by perilous paths, or tottering on the brink of cliffs that vibrate as the
breakers roll with smothered sobs into the caves that perforate their base, there stand isolated
houses, terraces and streets, whole sides of which have erewhile slipped into the sea below. The
town itself is in a hole which cannot be seen till close upon it, being so entirely locked in by
peaks and promontories.
[Illustration: EARLY SWIMMING.]
Lord Byron and the Hellespont—The Art of Swimming a Necessary Accomplishment—The Numbers Lost from Drowning—A
Lamentable Accident—Captain Webb’s Advice to Beginners—Bold and Timid Lads—Best Places to Learn in—Necessity
of Commencing Properly—The Secret of a Good Stroke—Useful and Ornamental Natation—Diving—Advice—Possibilities
of Serious Injury—Inventions for Aiding Swimming and Floating—The Boyton Dress—Matthew Webb—Brave
Attempt to Save a Comrade—The Great Channel Swim—Twenty-Two Hours in the Sea—Stung by a Jelly-Fish—Red
Light on the Waters—Cape Grisnez at Hand—Exhaustion of the Swimmer—Fears of Collapse—Triumphant
Landing on Calais Sands—Webb’s Feelings—An Ingenious Sailor Saved by Wine-bottles—Life Savers—Thomas
Fowell Buxton—Ellerthorpe—Lambert—The Hero of the Clyde
—His Brave Deeds—Funny Instances—The
Crowning Feat—Blinded and Neglected—Appreciation at Last.
But since heLeander. crossed the rapid tide, Who was nightly wont(What maid will not the tale remember?) To cross thy stream, broad Hellespont!
’Twere hard to say who fared the best:
For he was drowned, and I’ve the ague.
So sang Lord Byron after his memorable swim across the Hellespont with Lieutenant
Ekenhead, of H.M.S. It
says Byron, in some measure be estimated from the circumstance of the whole distance
being accomplished by one of the parties in an hour and five, and by the other in an hour and
ten minutes. The water was extremely cold from the melting of the mountain snows. About
three weeks before, in April, we had made an attempt; but having ridden all the way from the
Troad the same morning, and the water being of an icy chillness, we found it necessary to
postpone the completion till the frigate anchored below the castles, when we swam the straits
as just stated, entering a considerable way above the European, and landing below the Asiatic
fort. Chevalier says that a young Jew swam the same distance for his mistress, and Oliver
mentions it having been done by a Neapolitan; but our consul, Tarragona, remembered neither
of these circumstances, and tried to dissuade us from the attempt. A number of the
Byron’s allusion to the ague caught was
simply put in for effect.
In presenting this chapterArt of Swimming,
edited by A. G. Payne; The Channel Feats,
&c., by Dolphin
; the Journals of the National Life-Boat Institution and the Shipwrecked Mariners’ Society.
Every year the papers record numerous cases of drowning, but the un-recorded cases are
far more numerous. Not long since the National Lifeboat Institution published an instructive
chart of the numbers lost in one year in inland waters, rivers, lakes, and ponds. It
amounted to scarcely less than two thousand persons, a large proportion being young people,
all of whom ought to have been able to swim. The full annual record of those lost at
sea and on the coasts would be something appalling.
There is no doubt that swimming is much easier learned in youth than in middle age, and
the younger a lad is the easier it is for him to learn. Of all places for this purpose none will
be found better than a bath. It will always be found that where the water is warm it is
much easier to remain in a long period than where the water is cold. It is for this reason
In commencing to teach a person to swim, the first point is entering the water, and here
ce n’est que le premier pas qui coûte. Where the learner is very young the greatest difficulty
often is to induce him to enter the water at all. Still, most healthy boys are courageous
enough in this regard.
Having once persuaded a pupil to walk about within his depth, the next great point is to
prove to him how great is the buoyancy of the water. I think it will be found that, in almost
all works written on the subject of swimming, the same plan is recommended, viz., to place
some object at the bottom of the bath (such as a large stone or piece of white chalk), and then
to tell the pupil to pick it up with his hand. He will now experience the difficult, not of
keeping himself up, but of getting down. The buoyancy of the water is so great that,
supposing him to be about chest-deep, probably he will be unable to pick up the stone at all.
He will now find from this how very little is necessary to keep a man afloat.
Another good plan is to let some person go into the water with the beginner, and float on his back, resting on the learner’s hand. Then tell him to take his hand away for a second or two at a time, and, so to speak, balance the body on his hand. He will find the pressure of the body barely that of a few ounces. In fact, the human body is so nearly the same weight as an equal bulk of water that the movement of the arms and legs in swimming is not necessary so much to keep the body afloat as to keep it afloat in the right position. Many a drowning man has come repeatedly to the surface, but often, unfortunately, the mouth or nose, through which he could breathe, has not been the portion that reached the surface. Another method by which you can give a pupil confidence is to go into the water yourself, and prove to him by ocular demonstration how very slight a movement of the limbs is necessary to keep the body afloat and the mouth above water. All good swimmers know how very little movement of the hands or feet will be sufficient for this purpose.
In commencing to learn, all boys should first learn to swim well on their chests. Since the introduction of the side stroke it will be often found that lads who have barely learned to swim properly at all try to imitate the first-class professionals, and in so doing succeed simply in making themselves ridiculous.
The great secret of a good stroke,
says Webb, is to kick out the legs wide; and here
let me observe that it is a popular fallacy to imagine that the speed of the swimmer in any
way depends upon the resistance of the water against the soles of the feet. I have often heard
it observed—
When this point is well considered, the importance of drawing the legs well up
will at once become manifest.
Oh! that man would make a fine swimmer; he has got such large feet.
Now,
in the movement of the legs the flat of the foot never directly meets the water, except in the
case known as treading water.
The propelling power in swimming is caused by the legs
being suddenly brought from a position in which they are placed wide apart into one in which
they are close together, like the blades of a pair of scissors. In fact, the mechanical power
here brought into play is that of the wedge. For instance, suppose a wedge of ice were
suddenly pinched hard between the thumb and finger, it is evident that it would shoot off
Again, too, in dwelling on the stroke (and by dwelling on the stroke
is meant resting
for a few seconds in the water while the body moves forward), care should be taken that the
toes are pointed in a direction contrary to that in which the swimmer is going. The movement
of the arms is never one in which great difficulty will be found. The two hands should
be kept perfectly flat, the palms resting on the water; and at the same time as the swimmer
strikes out his legs each hand should be brought slowly round, one to the right and the other
to the left, care being taken that the palm of the hand is horizontal. Were the hands to be
placed sideways, it is at once evident that the water would offer but little resistance. By keeping
the hands in the position named the resistance offered by the water in case of sinking
would be very considerable. Should the beginner doubt this, let him enter the water and
stoop down, and keeping his hand flat, bring it suddenly downwards in the water; the resistance
the water will offer prevents him from doing this with any speed at all. On the other
hand, should he strike downwards with his hands sideways, he will find that he can do it as
fast almost as he could in the air. Now, in reaching forward with the hands the swimmer
should always endeavour to reach as far forward as possible. Let him imagine some small
object is placed in the water just out of reach, and let him struggle to reach it; the more he
reaches forward the faster he will swim. This is a very important point.
Every boy should in learning to swim be very particular as to the kind of stroke he acquires with his legs. Bear in mind that if once you get into a bad style you will experience ten times the difficulty in altering it into a correct one than you would by commencing to learn to swim afresh; for this reason every one learning to swim should go and watch carefully some first-class swimmer, and note how he moves his legs, and then imitate him as closely as possible.
Diving from a height requires, as Artemus Ward observed when he took the census, experience, like any other business; and just as that worthy gentleman got into difficulties with the two first old maids he met, and whose mouths he attempted to examine, not believing their answers to be correct with regard to age, so many a boy who has witnessed the apparently easy feat of taking a header has come to terrible grief by finding himself come down flat on the water, which he has shortly afterwards left with the appearance of having had a particularly strong mustard poultice on his chest. Now, in diving from a height of, say, six feet, the heels must be thrown well up, the legs should be kept straight and well together, and the two hands brought forward in front of the head, exactly similar to the position that a man takes in making his first attempt at swimming on his chest. The hands act simply as a breakwater, and they should be turned up the moment the water is reached, thus preventing the diver going deep, and also enabling him to dart forward along the surface the moment he reaches the water. A good diver can dive from a height of forty to fifty feet, and yet never go a yard below the surface.
On one occasion, when only fourteen years of age, a boy dived from the top deck of Her
Majesty’s ship
[Illustration: DIVING.]
Many stories have been told in this work of native divers, but referring merely to their power of remaining under water, and not their diving from a height; and, so far as swimming goes, no black people approach a first-class English swimmer. Three feet of water are sufficient to dive in, but no man in his senses would ever make a dive from any height unless the water was at least five or six feet deep, as if by chance he should come down a little straighter than he intended, he would inevitably dash his brains out, in addition to breaking both his arms against the bottom of the bath or river. Great care, too, should be taken in diving into any open piece of water. Webb mentions a case in which a man was seen to receive a fearful laceration of his skull from diving on to a broken green glass bottle which had been thrown in.
Innumerable are the inventions for assisting the learner of swimming, or for aiding
those who cannot swim to float. Foremost in the latter category must be placed what
is known as the Boyton dress, an American invention. It is a complete india-rubber
suit, and can be inflated at any point desired, the result being that the wearer can lie
down, remain in a perpendicular or slanting direction in the water, his body being kept as
warm, and if in exertion warmer, than it would be under ordinary circumstances. Captain
Paul Boyton crossed the Channel in it without difficulty, floating, paddling, and even sailing
(for a sail is part of the gear), meanwhile feeding from the knapsack or receptacle which is a
component part of the dress, smoking, and drinking cherry brandy amid the boiling waves.
[Illustration: CAPTAIN BOYTON ATTACKED BY A DOG-FISH IN THE STRAITS OF MESSINA.]
Disregarding the counsels of those who warned him of the perils of such a rough
sea, and one so infested with dog-fish, Boyton let himself into the water at eight in the
morning, followed by a vessel, which more than once lost sight of him. He rowed in his
apparatus with the aid of arms which appeared as though made of steel, when he suddenly
felt himself strongly knocked against behind. It was a dog-fish! There was a flash; Boyton
raised himself to the middle, drew the dagger which he always carried at his side, and
repelled the assailant. Reassured, he then re-took the oar, drank for the third or
fourth time some cognac, and about midday, with his eyes inflamed by the heavy strokes
of the sea, arrived at the port of Messina, saluted with enthusiasm by the crowd of people,
on shore and in boats and steamers, who were anxiously awaiting him.
Apparently one of the simplest devices for those unable to swim is that known as the
Nautilus Safety Bathing Dress, the invention of Captain Peacock. It is simply a short shirt,
made of the purest Irish flax, which fits closely round the neck and waist, &c., by means of
elastic bands. It has an inflating tube and mouthpiece. The principle on which it is founded
is simply this: Irish flax, when wet, is nearly air and water proof; dipping, then, first the
shirt in water, air is blown inside by the tube till there is sufficient inflation. Should there
be any slight leakage, more air can at any moment be blown into it by the wearer. These
shirts are, of course, comparatively inexpensive.
A seaman’s belt, invented by Captain Ward, R.N., and sanctioned by the National Life-Boat Institution, is highly commended by many authorities. A schoolmaster says that he has been accustomed for many years to take from thirty to forty boys, of all ages, during the bathing season, into deep water, and that not merely is it perfectly safe, and free from some objections urged against many swimming-belts, but that its use enables young people to swim more rapidly.
Captain Warren has invented a life-buoy which is highly commended. It consists of a bladder chemically prepared, to which is affixed a patent valve, by means of which the former can be easily inflated. A second invention of Captain Warren’s consists of 500 life-buoys, three feet long, made of cork or specially prepared wood, and strung on to a series of iron rods, which are connected with the turret or mast of the ship. These are all kept together by means of a band, which, when the vessel is sinking, would be cut, and the whole of the buoys could be instantly released. This apparatus would cost £250, but of course it could be made on a smaller scale if required.
A most ingenious Life-Buoy Seat
has been invented by Mr. Richard Rose, an
old traveller and colonist. It is composed of two semi-conical buckets of block tin, the
smaller end of one screwing into the other, together forming a buoy resembling an
hour-glass in shape. Placed upright it forms a capital deck camp-seat, the upper end
being of cork, which of course increases its buoyancy. In the event of fire on board
the two portions can be rapidly unscrewed, and each buoy thus representing two buckets,
The Royal Humane Society promulgates the following golden rules for bathers (and which apply also in part to swimmers), prepared by competent authorities:—1. Avoid bathing within two hours after a meal. 2. Avoid bathing when exhausted by fatigue. 3. Avoid bathing when the body is cooling after perspiration. But—4. Bathe when the body is warm, provided no time be lost in getting into the water. 5. Avoid chilling the body by sitting naked on the banks or in boats after having been in the water. 6. Avoid remaining too long in the water—leave the water immediately there is the slightest feeling of chillness. 7. Avoid bathing altogether in the open air, if, after having been a short time in the water, there is a sense of chilliness with numbness of the hands and feet. 8. The vigorous and strong may bathe early in the morning on an empty stomach. 9. The young and those that are weak had better bathe three hours after a meal—the best time for such is from two to three hours after breakfast. 10. Those who are subject to attacks of giddiness or faintness, and those who suffer from palpitation and other sense of discomfort at the heart, should not bathe without first consulting their medical adviser.
And now we must speak of the greatest swimmer of our day—one who has never been
excelled. Captain Matthew Webb swam the Channel when he was but twenty-six years of
age. The son of a country surgeon, he had early become fond of the sea, and obtained
his first instruction on board the
The event in Webb’s life which first brought his name prominently before the public in
connection with swimming took place on board the Cunard steamship i.e., a rope stretched along or across the deck from one point to another), and all of a sudden
a cry arose, A man overboard!
A poor young fellow, Michael Hynes by name, who had
been ordered aloft in the main rigging to clear the sheet,
had missed his hold, and fell
backwards into the water. Webb saw him fall, and within two or three seconds was after him
in the sea, but, alas! could see nothing of him, save his cap floating on the waves. On
this occasion he was thirty-seven minutes in the water before be was picked up by the
mountains high,
and the ship going at fifteen knots.
Webb was utterly unable to save the poor fellow, who was never seen to rise again, but
for his noble attempt deservedly received the leading medal, the—Stanhope gold medal
—of
the Royal Humane Society of London, another from the Liverpool Humane Society,
and £100 from the passengers on board the
The first time that Captain Webb took up the idea of swimming the Channel was after a
good try
—but failure—made by Johnson, to swim from Dover to Calais. Webb commenced
by an excellent swim from Dover as far as the Varne Buoy, about mid-channel. On this
occasion he remained four and a half hours in the water. His first public swim was from
Blackwall Pier to Gravesend, a distance of twenty miles—mere child’s play to him. After
considerable practice he made a trial trip from Dover to Ramsgate, remaining in the water
nearly nine hours. He now publicly announced his intention of attempting to swim to Calais,
and he received a considerable amount of encouragement as well as well-meant advice to make
the attempt. A number of extraordinary precautions were recommended to him—one, however,
being sensible enough: that being to cover his body with a coating of some kind of
grease. On the Ramsgate swim he used cod-liver oil, and, on the first Channel attempt,
porpoise oil.
The second attempt of Captain Webb to swim across the Channel took place on August 24th, 1875, and was crowned with success, after a display of unequalled courage and physical endurance. At four minutes to one o’clock on that day he dived from the steps at the head of the Admiralty Pier, Dover, and at forty-one minutes past ten a.m. next day he touched the sands of Calais, having remained in the water, without even touching a boat on his way, no less than twenty-one and three-quarter hours.
During the early part of the journey Captain Webb was particularly favoured by the weather. The sea was as calm as a mill-pond, and there was not a breath of wind. The lugger which accompanied him across the Channel had to be propelled a considerable distance by oars. The swimmer was accompanied by two small rowing-boats in immediate attendance upon himself, one containing his cousin, Mr. Ward, who supplied him occasionally with refreshments, and one of the referees, who had been appointed at Webb’s own request to see fair play; the other boat was used for the purpose of conveying messages to and from the lugger.
Everything went on favourably till nine p.m., when Captain Webb complained of being stung by a jelly-fish, and asked for a little brandy. He had previously been supplied with some cod-liver oil and hot coffee. The weather still continued perfect, and the intrepid swimmer proceeded at a good rate, taking a long, clean breast stroke, which drove him well through the water. Owing to the phosphorescent state of the sea, he was sometimes almost surrounded with a glow of light. At 10.30 he was visited by a steam-tug, which had put off from Dover for the purpose, and which, strange to say, left the man who had ploughed through the waves for over nine hours without even the encouragement of a parting cheer. At 11.45, however, a Dover boat, on its way to Calais, gave cheer after cheer to greet him, and one of the small boats burnt a red light, which cast a ruddy glow over the scene, and illuminated the water all around, the face of Captain Webb being lighted up by it, so that he was distinctly seen by all on board the Continental mail boat.
At two o’clock next morning Cape Grisnez light seemed close at hand, and Captain Webb
was still bravely struggling on, although at this juncture the tide not merely impeded him,
but was sweeping him farther and farther from the shore. He, however, showed signs of
fatigue, and young Baker, a well-known diver, sat with a life-line round him by the side of
the referee, in case of accident, as it was supposed by many that the long exposure to cold
might cause Webb to become suddenly numbed and insensible, and so sink without a moment’s
[Illustration: CAPTAIN MATTHEW WEBB. (From a Photograph by Albert Fradelle.)]
Unfortunately, however, two hours previously a strong breeze had risen, and the sea, which had hitherto been like a sheet of glass, was running high, with crested waves. Webb was evidently fearfully exhausted. The tide was running strongly away from the shore, and the swimmer was battling against double odds when he was least fit for it. Still, at 9.45 he had lessened the distance by one-half; he was only half a mile from the beach. Would he ever reach it?
Just as the now utterly exhausted swimmer was beginning bitterly to think that
I can only say,
says Captain Webb, that the moment when I touched the Calais
sands, and felt the French soil beneath my feet, is one which I shall never forget, were I to
live for a hundred years. I was terribly exhausted at the time, and during the last two
or three hours I began to think that, after all, I should fail. On the following day,
after I had had a good night’s rest, I did not feel very much the worse for what I had
undergone. I had a peculiar sensation in my limbs, somewhat similar to that which is
often felt after the first week of the cricket season; and it was a week before I could wear a
shirt-collar, owing to a red raw rim at the back of my neck, caused by being obliged to
keep my head back for so long a period; for, it must be remembered, I was in the water
for very nearly twenty-two hours.
sixty and seventy-two consecutive
hours in the water, with, of course, little attempt at natatory exertion.
[Illustration: CAPTAIN WEBB’S ARRIVAL AT CALAIS.]
When Webb returned to London he met with an enthusiastic reception. In the City he
was welcomed by the same uproarious heartiness that Tom Sayers less deservedly received
after his fight with Heenan. The cheering and hand-shaking of Webb began at the Baltic,
increased in warmth at Lloyds,
and culminated at the Stock Exchange, where bulls
and
bears
were eclipsed by the lion of the day, and whence he had to beat a retreat to
save his right hand from being wrung off.
The following will show the value of ingenuity in the midst of great danger. It
occurred at a terrible wreck, which took place on the coast, in the sight of hundreds of
powerless spectators:—In the midst of these horrifying moments a man was observed
to jump from the wreck into the sea. It was concluded by the watchers that he had
voluntarily destroyed himself to avoid dying by inches and hunger. After all, who could
blame him? It was a question of only an hour or so, for hope there appeared none. But
the crowd was agreeably disappointed, for the man held his head up in the midst of the
hissing surges boldly, and although he disappeared every moment, yet by the aid of good
glasses his head was seen to bob up again, a conspicuous black object in the surrounding
foam. Expectation stood on tip-toe. Would he reach the shore? was asked by a hundred
voices in an instant, and everybody was anxious to do something to assist a man who
so nobly tried to assist himself. The minutes that followed were intensely exciting; every
movement of the swimmer was eagerly noticed, and it was with difficulty that several generous
spirits were prevented from dashing, at all risks, into the sea to his assistance. Slowly,
but surely, the poor fellow approached the shore—his head well up yet. He is just within
the outer tier of the breakers—poor fellow! he will stand no chance now. See, he is caught
by a monstrous wave—he rides upon its crest, and is urged rapidly towards the beach;
the horrid wave curls and breaks; he is rolled head over heels; he is gone. No; he rights
United Service Magazine.
That man has saved seventeen lives single-handed,
we heard a marine officer say one day
at Lowestoft, pointing to a fine handsome young fellow who sat on the beach smoking his pipe.
He ought to be well off,
said a bystander. He is well off,
was the answer. He has the
satisfaction of knowing that men, women, and children thank God for his bravery every day.
Heroes of Britain in Peace and War.
Before the establishment of a floating light off Happisburg, wrecks were very numerous
on the Cromer coast. One of the greatest philanthropists who ever lived, Thomas Fowell
Buxton, the great anti-slavery leader, spent much of his time at Cromer Hall, and was constantly
on the shore during bad weather, urging and directing the efforts of others, and often giving a
hand
himself. In the storm of the 31st October, 1823, still vividly remembered on that coast,
Mr. Buxton performed an act of heroic bravery. About noon, a collier, the Poor dear hearts! they’re all gone now,
exclaimed an
old fisherman; but at that instant a body—was it alive or dead?—was seen on the crest of a
wave. Without waiting for a rope, Mr. Buxton dashed into the surf, caught the exhausted
sailor, flung himself upon him, and struggled against the strong reflux of the surf, until others
could reach him. He, with his living burden, was dragged to land, both at that moment more
dead than alive. Buxton said afterwards that he felt the waves play with him as he could play
with an orange.Memoirs of Sir Thomas Fowell Buxton, Bart.,
edited by his son.
The record of a man in humbler life, John Ellerthorpe, foreman of the Humber Dock
gates, Hull, who deservedly earned for himself the title of Hero of the Humber
is very
interesting. During a period of forty years he saved thirty-nine individuals, most of whom
were difficult cases, as they fell into the Humber through intoxication.
His services were honourably recognised. Medals and other acknowledgments from the Royal Humane Society and the Board of Trade were showered on him; he received a donation from the Royal Bounty, a purse of a hundred guineas from his townsmen, and other valuable testimonials. Turn we now to the case of another hero, who saved one life more than Ellerthorpe, and until very late in his career received no recognition whatever. A hero of the Clyde now appears on the scene.
It is to Mr. Charles Reade, the distinguished novelist, poet, and playwright, that we owe
a true and accurate account of the heroic feats and sad calamity of James Lambert, a living
man.
brochure which Mr. Reade wrote with the view of raising a fund for poor Lambert is entitled, A Hero and
a Martyr.
It was printed mainly for private circulation.Glasgow Times of October 2nd, 1856, how, when a little
boy was drowning in the Clyde, an elderly blind man would have dived in but for his granddaughter,
who with a girl’s affection and unreasoning fears, had clung to his knees and utterly
spoiled his good intentions. The boy was drowned. The poor blind hero went home crying
like a child, saying, It was a laddie flung away; clean flung away.
Mr. Reade, after long and weary searching, found Lambert in a wretched lodging in Calton, a suburb of Glasgow, and easily extracted from him a fund of anecdote, a part only of which can be presented here.
The first case
Lambert had attended to was a twenty-stone drooning
baker, who
gripped him tight to his breast, and nearly succeeded in drowning him. Lambert was then a
youth of about fourteen. Another was of a poor old washerwoman who had overbalanced
herself in the water, and who when saved wanted to go and pawn her tub that she might
reward him. Instead of which her rescuer clappit a shellin’
in her hand, and promised
to repeat the kindness each Saturday from his own meagre wages.
When Mr. Reade had provided the poor old man with a little refreshment, he told the following episode in his life.
Aweel, sirr, ye’ve heerd o’ the callant they wadna let me save—Hech, sirr, yon
was a wean wastit
A wean wastit—a child thrown away.the Plumb
rins doon fra’ the horsebrae
into the Clyde near Stockwell Brigg. The bairns were aye for sporting in the beck,
because it was shallow by ordinar, and ye’ll see them the color o’ vilets, and no’ hauf
sae sweet, wi’ the dye that rins to the beck. Aweel, ae day there was a band o’ them
there; and a high spateC’way, ye little deevil,
says I. I had na made three strokes when I am catched round
the neck wi’ another callan.
Where on earth did he spring from?
I dinna ken. I was attending to number ane, when number twa poppit up, just
to tak’ leave o’ Glasgee. I tell’t them to stick into me, and carried the pair ashore.
Directly there’s a skirl on the bank, and up comes number three, far ahint me in the
Clyde, and sinks before I can win
wend
—to go.Dinna tell my feyther. Lord’s sake, man, dinna tell my feyther!
I never,
remarks Mr. Reade, saw a man more tickled by a straw, than James
Lambert was at this. By contemplating him I was enabled in the course of time to
lose my own gravity, for his whole face was puckered with mirth, and every inch of it
seemed to laugh.
But,
said he, wad ye believe it, some officious pairson tell’t his feyther, in spite
o’ us baith. He was just a labouring man. He called on me, and thank’t me vara hairtily,
and gied me a refreshment. And I thoucht mair o’t than I hae thoucht o’ a hantle siller on
the like occasions.
After one or two other savings, that entitled him to a medal or two, Lambert
admitted that, By this time, sirr, I was aye prowling about day and night for vectims!
Mr. Reade suggested that he had the pride of an artist, and wanted them to fall in, that
he might pull them out and show his dexterity. Lambert answered that in those days
swimming was not an accomplishment so common as now; and if such a thing as drowning
was to be, he would like to be there and save them. Ech,
said he, the sweetness o’t!
the sweetness o’t!
He next told a funny story of rescuing a boy, and running up to the house to have
him properly cared for. Then,
said he, I’m going oot, when a’ of a sooden I find I
haena a steek on me, and twa hundred folk about the doore. Wad ye believe it,
At the
wi’ the
great excitement I never knew I wa’ nakit till I saw the folk and bethought me.The sight o’ me made the lasses skairt
and skirl;
When he went for
his clothes they had disappeared, but at last he discovered that a young lady had carefully
kept them for him behind a hedge, fearing that some one might steal them.
I come now,
says Mr. Reade, to the crowning feat of this philanthropic and
adventurous life, and I doubt my power to describe it. I halt before it like one that feels
weak and a mountain to climb, for such a feat, I believe, was never done in the water
by mortal man, nor never will again while earth shall last.
James Lambert worked in Somerville’s Mill. Like most of the hands, he must cross
the water to get home. For that purpose a small ferry-boat was provided: it lay at a
little quay near the mill. One Andrew had charge of it ashore, and used to shove it off
with a lever, and receive it on its return. He often let more people go into it than
Lambert thought safe, and Lambert had remonstrated, and had even said,
Ye’ll hae an
accident some day that ye’ll rue but ance, and that will be a’ your life.
Andrew, in reply
to him, told him to mind his own business.
Well, one evening James Lambert wanted to get away in the first boat-load. This
was somehow connected with his having bought a new hat: perhaps he wished to avoid
the crowd of workpeople—here I am not very clear. However, he watched the great wheel,
and the moment it began to waver, previous to stopping, he ran for his hat and darted
down the stairs. But as he worked in an upper storey full a dozen got into the boat before
him. He told Andrew to put off, but Andrew would not till the boat should be full;
and soon it was crammed. James Lambert then said it was a shame of him to let so
many on board. This angered the man, and when the boat was so crowded that her gunwale
was not far above water, he shoved her violently off into the tideway, and said words
which, if he had not prayed God to forgive them in this world, will perhaps hang heavy
round his neck in the next....
ye beggars!
he cried.
This rough launching made the overladen boat wobble. The women got frightened, and
before the boat had gone twenty yards she upset in dark, icy water, ten feet deep. It
was night.
Before the boat coupit
Sirr, when yeve twa feet i’ the grave, your mind warks hard. I didna struggle, for it
was nae mair use than to wrastle wi’ a kirk. I just strauchtened myself oot like a corp, and
let them tak’ me doon to the bottom of the Clyde, and there I stude upright and waited; for
I kenned the puir souls would droon afore me, and I saw just ae wee-wee chance to save them
yet. Ye shall understond, sirr, that when folk are drooning, they dinna settle doon till the
water fills their lungs and drives the air oot. At first they waver up and doon at sairtain
intervals. Aweel, sirr, I waited for that, on the grund. I was the only ane grunded, you’ll
obsairve. A slight upward movement commenced. I took advantage, and gieda vi’lent spang
C’way, ye lang daftie,
says I, and
begins to tow her. Lo an’ behold, I’m grippit wi’ a man under the water. It was her
sweetheairt. She was hauding him doon. The hizzy was a’ reicht, but she was drooning the
lad; pairts theseI’ll no see
It was all I could do for the bare life, to drift to the
hinder part of the quay. I hadna the power to draw mysel’ oot. I just grippit
the quay and sobbit. The folk were a’ busy wi’ them I had saved; nane o’ them
noticed me, and I would ha’ been drooned that nicht: but wha d’ye think saved me,
that had saved sae many?—an auld decrepit man: haw! haw! haw! He had a
hookit stick, and gied me the handle, and towed me along the quay into shallow water, and I
gat oot, wi’ his help, and swooned deed away. I’m tauld I lay there negleckit awhile;
but they fand me at last, and then I had fifty nurses for ane.ye again; I’m done this time.
The story of the cause of this hero’s blindness is very sad. He had dived in
When Mr. Reade first saw him, the single public honour paid him was that he had the right, with one Bailie Harvey, to pass over a certain suspension bridge gratis till his death, while the rest of mankind paid a halfpenny! His only pension was one of three-and-sixpence a week from the Barony Parish, Glasgow. Mr. Reade’s efforts gained him an annuity, which he unfortunately did not live long to enjoy.
The Mighty Thames
—Poor Jack Home Again—Provident Sailors—The Belvedere Home and its Inmates—A Ship Ashore—Rival
Castaways—Greenwich Pensioners—The Present System Compared with the Old—Freedom Outside the
Hospital—The Observatory—The Astronomer Royal—Modern Belief in Astrology—Site of Greenwich Park—The
Telescopes and Observations—The Clock which Sets the Time for all England—Sad Reminiscences—The Loss of the
Let the Rhine be blue and bright
The Thames! the mighty Thames!
The poet’s enthusiasm may be pardoned, for, although there are scores of rivers, considered only as such alone, that outvie the Thames, regarding it in its relation to the sea—aye, to the whole world—it stands pre-eminent and alone. To the sailor the Thames and the Mersey have an interest and importance which belong to the streams of no other country.
The reader has, in spirit, voyaged with poor Jack to the farthest corners of the earth; he
has seen much of his life of peril and heroism; he has noted that the hardships he endures
are often unrequited, and that, after a long career of usefulness and bravery, he may
lie on the shore a sheer hulk,
valueless to himself, possibly to die and rot in poverty and
distress. The charge of special improvidence cannot nowadays be hurled at the sailor, as
it might have been in days of old. Even Jack’s improvidence was more excusable than the
same fault in any other class whatever. The fact is—as such valuable institutions as the
Shipwrecked Mariners’ Society have proved—that there was a great desire on the part of
seamen to help themselves. The fortieth annual report of the Society (1879) states that
A worthy, philanthropic medical man, Mr. John Rye, of Bath, had a servant who had
formerly been a sailor, and was in the habit of reading the newspapers to his master. One
morning their attention was arrested by an account of some fearful wrecks of fishing boats,
with loss of life, on the north coast of Devon. The servant asked his master if there was
any fund out of which help could be obtained to relieve the families of those men. The
master replied that he supposed there was, but he would make inquiries from Admiral Sir
Jahleen Brenton, then Governor of Greenwich Hospital; and from him he found that
there was none. They then together drew up a prospectus, and presented it to the late
Admiral of the Fleet, Sir George Cockburn, who most heartily took the matter up, and
after circulating the appeal widely, called a public meeting in February, 1839, at which
Sir George was appointed President, and a number of noblemen and gentlemen formed
themselves into a committee, of which the worthy Chairman, Captain the Hon. Francis
Maude, R.N., is now the sole survivor. The following month Her Majesty the Queen
graciously consented to be the Patron of the Society; and so prosperous was the infant
[Illustration: THE HOME FOR AGED MERCHANT SEAMEN, BELVEDERE, KENT.]
Sooth to say, and in strict justice, we must not forget how much has been done for the
seaman on the banks of old Father Thames, both by Government and private liberality. An
excellent home, the Royal Alfred Aged Merchant Seamen’s Institution
exists at Belvedere,
in Kent, started under the auspices of the Shipwrecked Mariners’ Society. This institution
was inaugurated, with room for the reception of 400 persons of all grades of the mercantile
marine, although nothing like that number has been as yet accommodated at any one time.
The Society also grants out-pensions to those who have homes or friends.
The most singular and characteristic and yet appropriate features of the building are a number of little cabins comfortably fitted, and so much like the real thing, that it requires only a very slight stretch of the imagination for Jack ashore to indulge in the fond delusion that he is at sea again. The large rooms are divided into wards, one for masters and mates, containing ten cabins, each six feet by seven feet, and perfect ventilation is secured by the partitions being open at the top. Each man, by this excellent arrangement, has his little cabin to himself, and all the sweetness of retirement should he be that way inclined. What a contrast is this to the ungainly, unhomely, and barren shelters of our Unions!
It speaks well for the profession that most of the inmates have seen over forty or fifty years of service, which, judging from what we know of service in the maritime navy, might decidedly be called active. On being interrogated by a visitor, some of these veterans proved having most successfully braved the dangers of the deep.
How often have you been wrecked?
inquired the interviewer of our ancient
mariner.
Why, let me see, sir
—then, counting half audibly—one, two, three, four, five times,
I think, sir.
The second, on being questioned, answered, simply, Once in 1825, sir—going to
Hamburg that was; and once in 1828, on the coast of Norway; and again on the coast of
Java in ’42.
This man had also done some memorable deeds on shore, which fully made
up for his being short by two
wrecks of the other.
Greenwich Hospital next demands our attention, as once the great home and asylum for the
seamen of the navy, although now a hospital only. It was founded in the year 1694, in memory
of Queen Mary, who had long designed the foundation of such an institution. It was also
built as a monument of the great victory of La Hogue. Sir Christopher Wren furnished
the designs and plans for the edifice gratuitously—a noble gift from a professional architect,
and valuable to boot. The object of the foundation was to encourage the seamen of this
to encourage them
to continue also their ancient reputation for the courage and constancy manifested in
engagements for the defence and honour of their native country;
to invite greater
numbers of his Majesty’s subjects to betake themselves to the sea;
and so forth. In
sooth, the condition of the Greenwich pensioner was not, for a long period, particularly
enviable. On admission he was required to relinquish any pension he might have gained
in the service. Maimed men received only tenpence a day, and a shilling a week, intended for
tobacco and the humbler comforts of life. The Commissioners at one time stated that
the wives are wholly ignored, and their circumstances are deplorable.
From the Hospital
they received only the broken meat of the hall and the rations of men on leave of absence.
The wives were often reduced to the parish. No wonder the poor old veteran used to be
so glad for a sixpence or even a screw
of tobacco in return for his tough yarns!
The system has been entirely changed. At present all are out-pensioners, and when in good health can follow other employments. On the 26th September, 1865, the Greenwich exodus commenced. On that day nearly 200 out of the 900 pensioners of Greenwich Hospital who had accepted the Admiralty offer of pension allowance, in conformity with an Act passed in the previous session of Parliament, left that establishment for the various parts of the country they had selected for their future home. Since that time the whole have left; and the institution which, only a few years ago, had upwards of 2,000 inmates, now contains only a few hundred sick and disabled. Greenwich Hospital is a changed institution, and the system of rewarding those who have spent their lives in the service of their country is made more consistent with humanity, morality, and common sense. Instead of hundreds of elderly but still hale and athletic veterans wandering listlessly about the terraces and colonnades of Greenwich, and, if the truth must be told, sometimes overstepping the bounds of sobriety in the numerous public-houses of the neighbourhood, there are but a limited number of indoor-pensioners, and those are such as may be fittingly provided for in a place bearing the name of a hospital. They are disabled seamen in the strict sense of the term—poor worn-out old fellows who require to be taken care of, and who have, perhaps, no one but the nation to take care of them. The blind, the doting, the crippled, find comfortable board and lodging, and, without doubt, attentive nursing in the national hospital. But, as there are constantly new applications for admission, it is probable that there will always be a few hundreds in the establishment. On the first and third Thursday in each month a board sits at Somerset House to consider the claims of applicants for admission, and those who are passed are sent in an omnibus to the hospital. But for the large body of men who, though too old to reef top-sails and to work guns, are not too old to do something for their own living, and to wish for liberty and domestic life, there is the allowance before mentioned from the funds of the hospital, and the power of living where and how they please.
What the average pension granted may be,
said a writer in the Cornhill Magazine,
we have no means of knowing, but if some of the men have a larger sum than £36 10s.,
so also many of them will have much less, and will be unable to command in their homes the
standard of living with which the Hospital supplied them. They elect to go, we take it, partly
because they know the government of the place is to be changed, that it is to become a
ennui and listlessness to the Greenwich pensioner’s life, which must have struck every
observing visitor. Dulness has been relieved within the walls chiefly by temptation without.
[Illustration: GREENWICH HOSPITAL.]
Since the age when Queen Mary pictured to herself Greenwich as a place of pious
repose, where the sailor might end his days in the fear of God, it has become the
favourite haunt of the pleasure-loving cockney—an emporium of shrimps, a reservoir of
beer. Those quaint figures—the
geese
and blue-bottles
of local slang—lounging about
under the trees of the park, and loitering through the streets in the dress of another age,
have been regarded by the holiday-maker from the metropolis as parts of the amusements
of the place. They have been paid for yarns in drink and stray shillings, and have found
the doctrine that sailors lived only for grog and tobacco accepted by their admirers as one
of the glories of the British navy. It has been well remarked that, as a whole, the old
fellows have been more decent in their lives than we had a right to expect under the
[Illustration: GREENWICH PENSIONERS.]
The break-up is, after all, one in which people will acquiesce rather than one at which
they will rejoice. It was a noble as well as a pious idea to gather under the roofs of a grand
edifice—at once a dwelling-place and a naval monument, and placed on the shores of a river
itself one of the chief sources of our maritime strength—the survivors of each generation of
warriors against the enemy or the storm. Here the traditions of one age blended gradually
with the experience of the next; stories of Shovel were passed on to those who fought under
saucy
smoked his pipe with an old
Before leaving Greenwich we must certainly pay a visit to the Observatory, a building
which has such intimate relations with the sea. The account which follows is that of M.
Esquiros,English Seamen and Divers.
I entered,
says he, a well-lighted apartment, the walls of which were covered with
charts, engravings, photographic portraits of the moon, and Donati’s famous comet of 1858.
Mr. [now Sir George] Airy, the Astronomer Royal, is a man who has grown grey in the
study of the stars; his energetic features indicate the incessant activity of the strong intellect
which for more than a quarter of a century has upheld the reputation of Greenwich Observatory.
On his writing-table were heaped a quantity of papers covered with calculations, and
a maze of letters as to a thousand matters of business. A large iron cupboard contains all
the precious documents which will, no doubt, one day serve to trace out the scientific history
of the nineteenth century. Here, for instance, are preserved the letters and authentic documents
which are destined to modify certain received opinions as to the discovery of the
planet Neptune. In this cupboard may also be found the records of bygone errors
and chimerical ideas, which one wonders to find reappearing in this enlightened age.
It is difficult to believe that many amongst the English still confound astronomy
with judicial astrology; but Mr. Airy preserves a very curious collection—letters that
he has received from all classes of persons, asking what his terms are for
drawing a
horoscope. Sometimes it is a young man wishing to know who will be his wife;
at others it is a lady, on the eve of embarking in the great business of life, who
desires to consult the stars. Postage-stamps are occasionally sent with these missives,
and he or she who consults the oracle promises to make known, if necessary, the true
day and hour of their birth. The fact is, that a great many people can scarcely
understand how the astronomers can contemplate the vault of heaven by day and
night without endeavouring to trace out the secret of human destiny. Some years
back a young lady dressed in good taste applied at the door of the Observatory;
she felt interested in one of her near relations, a sailor in the Pacific Ocean, from
whom no news had been received for several years. After she had had a few minutes’
conversation with one of the assistants, she went away bathed in tears, because the
stars were not able to tell her if the object of her affections were still alive.
On the ground that Greenwich Park now occupies there once stood an ancient tower,
built about the year 1440, by Humphrey Duke of Gloucester, and uncle to King Henry VI.
In the time of Elizabeth it was called Mirefleur. In 1642 the name of Greenwich Castle was
The building was scarcely finished ere Flamsteed was installed in it, with the title of
Astronomer Royal, and an emolument of £100 a year. He presided over the new establishment
for more than half a century, and spent more than £2,000 of his own money. His works will
always be looked upon in England as the starting point of modern astronomy. He may be
deemed the founder of Greenwich observatory. His successors were Halley, Bradley, Nathaniel
Bliss, and Dr. Nevil Maskelyn, the author of four volumes, of which it is said by Delampre,
that if, in consequence of some great revolution every record of science had been lost, with the
exception of this collection, in it would be found materials quite sufficient for building up again
the science of modern astronomy.
Maskelyn was followed by John Pond, who died in 1835;
his place is now supplied by Mr. Airy.
The Astronomer Royal is nominated by the First Lord of the Treasury, and performs
his functions under the warrant of the great seal of state; his salary is fixed at £800 per
annum. One of his principal duties is to preserve for Greenwich observatory that character
which the founder himself wished to impress upon it. The Astronomer Royal is therefore
bound by the express terms of his commission,
to devote himself with the greatest care to
correcting the tables of the celestial movements, and to determine the positions of the fixed
stars, in order to furnish the long-desired means of discovering the longitude at sea, and of
thus bringing to perfection the art of navigation.
It is also necessary that he should reside
in the observatory, and devote all his time to the duties of his office, never absenting himself
for any long period without having previously obtained the sanction of the Lords of the
Admiralty.
Consulted as he is by various branches of the Government, he is able to render assistance
to the public service by his advice and information, well assured that he himself can never be
affected by any of the changes in official power, or by any of the results of political conflict.
His residence has a garden attached to it, which is parted off from the grounds of the park, and
well planted with fruit-trees. He has under his control eight assistants, and ordinarily six
computers.
It is curious to see these computers in their two offices, one situated on the ground floor
near the study of the Astronomer Royal, and the other isolated in one of the quietest parts of
the observatory, all sedately occupied in reckoning up, from morning to night, dull columns of
figures.
Before describing what Greenwich observatory
is, it would be better perhaps to state first
what it is not. It relinquishes to other inquirers the task of discovering spots in the sun and
mountains in the moon. The observations of the assistants are not directed either to the figures
of the planets or to the extraordinary movements of the double stars, revolving one round the
other in the depths of the firmament, or the mysteries of the nebulæ. What a firmness of
character, what a truly English strength of will have these observers shown, in voluntarily
drawing a veil over some of the most splendid wonders of the heavens! At the time of John
Pond, a telescope twenty feet in length had been erected in the establishment at great expense,
An observation of the sun takes place at least once a week at mid-day, in the transit
circle room, and a large portion of the staff of the establishment take a part in it; but it is
at night that one can form the best idea of the mode in which the transit of the heavenly
bodies over the meridian is duly verified.
The first observations made with the new transit circle date from 1851, and, from
that time to the present they have never been discontinued. The assistant who is appointed,
aided by this instrument to watch the state of the heavens, is on guard for twenty-four
hours,
i.e., from three in the morning until three a.m. the next day. Except under extraordinary
circumstances, the same duties are never assigned to an assistant two days running.
Having already worked some hours after sunset, he goes home to take his evening meal, and
when he returns into the transit circle room it is quite night. The shutters, which, during
the day shut in a part of the ceiling, are now unclosed, and by means of this aperture the whole
sky seems thrown open to the room.
Having consulted his list, and adjusted his telescope, he commences his steady gaze.
His intentness can only be compared to that of a sportsman, or still better to that of a pointer
dog, only, instead of a partridge or a woodcock, he is eagerly waiting to see a star get up.
There it is at last! It comes into view quick and sudden as a meteor. Scarcely has it entered
into the telegraphic field of sight than it appears to approach rapidly some objects which look
like a series of transverse iron bars placed at equal distances from each other. These, however,
in reality, are nothing but threads of the thickness of a spider’s web, stretched according to a
system in the interior of the telescope, and wonderfully magnified by the power of the lenses.
The assistants are all astronomers by profession, and their eyes have been well trained by
continual practice. How, then, can it happen, that their observations do not always prove
accordant one with another? There is a physiological mystery hidden in the fact which it
would be interesting to penetrate. Each observer, although operating with the same instrument
and guided by the same plan, perceives a celestial phenomenon—as, for instance, the transit of a
star—either sooner or later than another does. This variation is attributed to the idiosyncrasy
of the sense of sight in each individual, or to the more or less prompt manner in which the
eye telegraphs its impression to the brain. It must, of course, be quite understood that no
considerable inequalities of time are in question here; it is, at the most, some fraction of a
second that I am alluding to; but the astronomical transit observations are of so delicate a
nature, that the slightest errors would destroy their worth. Under these circumstances it has
been found necessary to establish an average or standard, and each observer gets to know
What
is the value of your personal equation?
This inquiry is answered by a figure
expressing the particular amount of deviation from the standard. The most singular thing is,
that the value of the personal equation is different in the same individual as regards the
various celestial bodies. Some can very quickly discern the phenomena of a fixed star who
are much slower in perceiving those of the moon, and vice versâ. In order to obviate the
inconvenience which might result from the variations in personal equations, they also have
recourse to a very ingenious plan. An eye-piece with two tubes allows two assistants simultaneously
to observe the passage of the same star over the same threads in the instrument;
terra
firma on which it is constructed. Mr. Airy has noticed this same phenomenon at Cambridge,
whence he has come to the conclusion that the surface of the earth, commonly regarded as
the base of all solidity, is itself in movement.
[Illustration: THE GREAT EQUATORIAL TELESCOPE IN THE DOME, GREENWICH OBSERVATORY.]
I am going to show you the clock which sets the time for all England,
said
the Astronomer Royal to me, as he conducted me into a little room occupying one
of the oldest parts of the edifice. Covered with its simple mahogany case, this Mother
clock, as it is called, is not unlike one of those venerable wooden-cased clocks that
one meets with sometimes in the old English manor-houses. No one, however, could
fail to discover that the mechanism in this time-keeper is new and uncommon. Its
chief characteristic is that it possesses two distinct attributes. In the first place it
marks the time most exactly; and, in the next, it communicates this power to other
clocks as well. It has therefore been called the Mother clock, because it animates in
the Observatory eight of its daughters. Its dial is divided into three circles, one of
which marks the hours, another the minutes, and a third the seconds. One hand
only moves round each of these dials, and thus points out the generally-accepted
measures of time.
The Observatory transmits signals every hour to the telegraph-office in Lothbury,
in the City of London, whence, by a network of galvanic wires, the knowledge of
the true time is spread along the lines of railway to the extremities of Great Britain.
This vast Æolian harp covers thus with its chords nearly the whole surface of the
British Isles, and vibrates in unison with one prime mover.
As regards the true time, these telegraphic wires have a double mission. The
current leaving Greenwich transmits the signal given by the clock at the Observatory,
and what is called a return current then communicates the errors of the other clock
on which the
Mother has just acted. I would never undertake to regulate a clock
from which I did not get regular replies,
said the Astronomer Royal; and just as
we were passing in front of a galvanic apparatus, Stop!
he added, the great
clock at Westminster is at this very moment giving me an account of itself; it goes
well, and is only the twentieth part of a second slow. Twice a day in this way it
keeps me informed of the state of its health.
Below Greenwich one of the saddest catastrophes of the century occurred in 1879,
one which has its lessons for all who voyage. We refer to the loss of the
Those who feared the least and knew the most from experience were the first to see the
danger—the danger that, in the time, no human skill or ingenuity could avert. The
Save for the few who clambered on to the
[Illustration: COLLISION OF THE
Collisions amongst iron ships have been so painfully frequent of late years that it
is impossible to conjecture what may be the result of this wholesale loss of life in the future.
It is doubtful, however, whether any previous accident ever equalled in its harrowing
results the loss of the
The army, however, suffered a loss nearly as appalling in the foundering of the
Although the chief outward and visible sign of usefulness of the Seamen’s Hospital
Society exists no longer on the Thames, many of our readers knew the old Take her all in
all, we shall not look upon her like again.
Of all the hospitals there is none so interesting as a sailor’s, and that at Greenwich,
which represents the old Sweet little cherub that sits up aloft.
Every inmate of this ward could tell his interesting yarn of personal experiences of the Battle
and the Breeze. One old fellow is both blind and deaf, and still happy and contented under
the sympathetic care of an ancient cherub, who has sailed through three-quarters of a century
of life’s uncertain tide. Why the blind tar should be called the nightingale
has not been
clearly stated, though the fact remains the same, and may possibly refer to great vocal powers.
His messmate has been through enough battles to fill a volume; while another, an octogenarian
marine, speaks with pride of the part he took in the thirteen minutes after the first gun was fired by the weather-beaten
You see,
he is wont to say, as he straightens himself, by my military cut that I’m
not a regular tar, though I’ve been in as many cutting-out parties as any a’most, and had
the grape and canister pelting round me like hailstones, pretty nigh as often as I remembers
feeling real hailstones. But I remembers best when the king—God bless him!—sent out
thirty barrels of porter, that me and the rest of us might drink his majesty’s health in;
that was in the time of the war with Ameriky, and good times they was too,
a little bit
of individual opinion that no one would dream of controverting here. Next come we to
another pensioner, who sits over the fire hugging his feeble knees, and who is just in the
last year of his ninth decade. He tells you of the part he took in 1805, in the capture
of two French frigates, and some of the latent fire returns as he speaks of it; for it was
a fight that lasted three days and nights before victory was fairly ours.
Take the wards en masse, and we see peering out of the medley the delicate sallow
skin and long black hair of the Greek, who is estimated by every British commander at
seventy-five per cent. below the English tar in hauling power and endurance, while the South
Sea Islander, the Scandinavian, the dusky Turk, Danes, Swedes, and Norwegians, Spaniards,
Albert the Good
on it, and Nelson’s famous last signal. One German sailor lad has entirely decorated one ward
with a taste and elegance simply surprising. This boy is an original, seeing that he went all
the way to Jerusalem to learn English! In Hamburg, his native place, he heard other boys,
and occasionally travellers, say that there was a good school there where English was taught.
Thereupon, seizing his opportunity, he worked his passage from Hamburg to Alexandria, took
ship to Jaffa, and induced the German Consul to forward him to the Holy City.
Evidently he
did not think there was anything remarkable in this singular method of acquiring our language!Shipwrecked Mariner.
The Thames Church Mission is a society established to minister to the spiritual
necessities of the vast fluctuating population of the Thames, consisting of seamen, bargemen,
steamboat-men, fishermen, &c. Services are held on board troop, emigrant, and passenger
ships, screw colliers, and every description of vessels; also in the mission and reading-room
which has been opened for seamen, &c., by the bank of the river at Bugsby, near
East Greenwich. Bibles, Testaments, and Prayer-books are sold at reduced prices, and
tracts distributed. A chaplain (licensed by the Bishop of London to visit ministerially and
officiate on board all ships and vessels on the Thames), four missionaries, and five seamen
colporteurs, constitute the missionary staff. The Mission undertakes the sale of Scriptures
to English and foreign seamen, and gives Testaments to emigrants on behalf of the British
and Foreign Bible Society; it places on board emigrant ships packets of tracts, and
distributes the cards and circulars of the Sailor’s Home among seamen arriving in the
Thames. The field of operation extends from London Bridge to the anchorages below
Gravesend. The chaplain also holds Sabbath services on board the training ships
Every reader knows the Trinity House, but he may not be aware of its value to the
seaman, the voyager, and the interests of commerce. The Trinity House, as it stands on
Tower Hill, was built towards the end of the last century by Samuel Wyatt. It is of the Ionic
order, and has some busts of naval heroes, whose deeds, like themselves, are of the past.
Shipmen and Mariners of England
—a voluntary and influential
association of some standing, and at that time protected maritime interests and gave substantial
relief to the aged and indigent of the seafaring community.
[Illustration: TRINITY HOUSE, LONDON.]
Henry VIII. was the first king who granted it a Royal Charter, in 1514, in recognition
of its well-tried merit. In this charter it is described as the Guild or Fraternity of the most
glorious and undividable Trinity of St. Clement.
The Charter of James I. and all subsequent
charters are granted to The Master, Wardens, and Assistants of the Guild, Fraternity, or
Brotherhood of the most glorious and undivided Trinity of St. Clement, in the parish of
Deptford, in the county of Kent.
The motto of the Corporation is Trinitas in unitate.
The Elder Brethren of Trinity House are not always exempt from undertaking stern and
unpleasant duties afloat, as was instanced in that terrible time of trial—the mutiny of the Nore,
in 1799, when they destroyed or removed every beacon and buoy that could guide the mutinous
To treat and conclude upon all and singular articles anywise concerning the science or
art of marines; to maintain in perfect working order all the lighthouses, floating-lights, and
fog-signal stations on the coast of England, and to lay down, maintain, renew, and modify all
the buoys, beacons, and sea-signals; to regulate the supply of stores, the appointment of
keepers, and constantly to inspect the stations; to examine and license pilots for a large
portion of our coasts, and to investigate generally into all matters of pilotage; to act as
nautical advisers with the judge of the High Court of Admiralty: to survey and inspect the
channels of the Thames and the shoals of the North Sea, and other points of the coast at
which shifting, scouring, growth, or waste of sand may affect the navigation, and require to
be watched and notified; to supply shipping in the Thames with ballast. The Elder Brethren
have also to perform the duty of accompanying the Sovereign on sea voyages.
The light-vessels of the Corporation are nearly fifty in number, while there are more
than eighty lighthouses. The buoys on our coasts must not be omitted. The number in
position can scarcely be approximated, while in addition—in case of casualties—there must be
kept in reserve fully one-half the number in position. There are also some sixty odd
beacons of different kinds. The working staff of the Trinity House is composed of district
superintendents, buoy-keepers, store-keepers, local agents, lighthouse-keepers, crews of floating-lights,
watchmen, fog-signal attendants,produced by means of a disc,
with twelve radial slits, being made to rotate in front of a fixed disc exactly similar. The moving disc revolves
2,800 times a minute, and in each revolution there are, of course, twelve coincidences between the two discs; through
the openings thus made steam or air at high pressure is allowed to pass, so that there are actually twelve times 2,800
(or 33,600) puffs of steam or compressed air every minute. This causes a sound of very great power, which the cast-iron
trumpet, twenty feet in length, compresses to a certain extent, and the blast goes out as a sort of sound-beam
in the direction required.
The Siren, which was originally designed in New York, and was first adopted by the
American Lighthouse Board, can be heard in all kinds of weather at from two-and-a-half to three miles, and on
favourable occasions at as many as sixteen miles out at sea.
[Illustration: THE SIREN FOG-HORN, FOR WARNING SHIPS OFF THE COAST.]
In 1837 the Duke of Wellington was Master of the Trinity House; in 1852 Prince Albert held that office, and Viscount Palmerston in 1862. Then came (1866), as already mentioned, the Duke of Edinburgh, while the Prince of Wales headed the list of a long roll of Brethren, to say nothing of the numerous dukes and earls who have gladly accepted the same honour. The Trinity House Corporation has successfully withstood several most searching Parliamentary investigations, only to come out with triumphantly flying colours, which added to the confidence generally reposed in it.
The Poet of the Sea still Wanting—Biblical Allusions—The Classical Writers—Want of True Sympathy with the Subject—Virgil’s
Æneid
—His Stage Storms—The Immortal Bard—His Intimate Acquaintance with the Sea and the Sailor—The
Golden Days of Maritime Enterprise—The Tempest—Miranda’s Compassion—Pranks of the Airy Spirit
—The
Merchant of Venice—Piracy in Shakespeare’s Days—A Birth at Sea—Cymbeline: the Queen’s Description of our Isle—Byron’s
Ocean
—Falconer’s Shipwreck
—His Technical Knowledge—The True Ring
—The Dibdins—Tom
Bowling
—The Boatmen of the Downs
—Three Touching Poems—Mrs. Hemans, Longfellow, and Kingsley—Browning’s
Hervé Riel
—The True Breton Pilot—A New Departure—Hood’s Demon Ship
—Popular Songs of the
Day—Conclusion.
I love the sea; she is my fellow-creature,
She wafts me treasures from a foreign shore.
The sea, the sailor, and the ship, have been fertile subjects for the poets, although countries
and lands, and those who dwell therein, have occupied by far the larger part of their
attention. Sooth to say, however, there has not yet arisen a single great writer whose
name could fairly be identified with the ocean as its own particular poet. There may be
reasons for this. The poet is usually of delicate organisation, and is more likely to be
found studying Nature on the quiet shore than on the turbulent ocean. Maybe he is
practically a recluse, accessible to a few only; and if of social nature, and not averse to
companionship amid the busy haunts of men, he yet shrinks from the roughness usual to,
though not inseparable from, the men of the sea. The modern facilities of travel, enabling
the student to con Nature with comparative ease, may some day aid in producing a representative
poet of the sea. At present the position is vacant.
In days of old, however, the poet prophets, David the sweet singer of Israel, and one or two writers in the New Testament, gave glimpses of the ocean which indicated an acquaintance with the subject. Nothing can well be finer than the Psalmist’s conception of the mariner’s life and its dangers in the lines commencing:—
They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters;
These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep.
The prophet Jeremiah draws a beautiful though pathetic picture of the ocean’s unrest
when he says: There is sorrow on the sea, it cannot be quiet;
and the serious poets
have followed his outlines. Milton describes one—
In a troubled sea of passion tossed.
Michelet defines its many voices,
its murmur and its menace, its thunder and its roar,
its wail, its sigh, its sublime duets with the rocks.
The classical writers of antiquity had little sympathy with the sea. We have seen
Rude as their ships was navigation then,
And knew no north but when the pole-star shone.
Virgil’s Æneid
is essentially a sea-poem, yet a writer of critical acumen considers
that in literature the sea is all the worse for Virgil having dealt with it....
The poem, as nobody needs telling, begins its events with a tremendous sea-piece. In the
very first sight we get of the hero and his companions they are dividing the foaming
brine with their keels, and the initial incident is a shipwreck. The description assuredly
has overwhelming vigour in it...; an impression of unusual turmoil is given, and
that is what Virgil sought, but it is got by a jumble of violence of every kind. Winds,
billows, lightning, thunder, reefs, shallows, eddies, are mixed together. The only detail
of disaster left out is collision among the ships, which with a fleet so crowded is the one
thing that would have occurred had this been a natural storm. Such a tempest now
rages in a transpontine theatre, and in no other part of the world; it takes Neptune himself
to still it in the
Æneid.
Virgil’s Sea Descriptions,
Cornhill Magazine, October, 1874.
If a poet has a genuine feeling for his subject, the lightest epithets he applies may
tell a story. What terms does Virgil employ? They are somewhat commonplace. Boundless,
mighty, swelling, windy, faithless, deep, dark, blue, azure, vast, foaming, salt, and so forth,
are well enough, but they do not compare with many of Shakespeare’s, and later poets.
Take three of Shakespeare’s: the yeasty
waves, the multitudinous
sea, and the wasteful
ocean. These epithets are in themselves admirable descriptions.
The works of our immortal bard are full of allusions to the sea, and show an intimate acquaintance therewith. Perhaps Shakespeare’s knowledge is in this instance less surprising than in some other directions, for although we have no proof that he ever left the shores of old England, and are quite certain that he never ventured far, his was a golden day in the history of maritime enterprise. The reign of the Virgin Queen, during the larger part of which he flourished, saw the defeat of the Armada, and many another repulse in the Spanish colonies. It was the day of such naval heroes as Howard of Effingham, Drake and Hawkins, Raleigh and Frobisher. It witnessed the first English voyage round the world, the discovery of Virginia—to say nothing of Virginia’s tobacco and potatoes—the establishment of the profitable whale fishery and the disgraceful slave-trade, the inauguration of that long-time monopoly the East India Company, and numerous lesser developments in commercial prosperity.
Appropriately, then, the play of Shakespeare which more particularly than any other deals
with the sea is that which is generally placed at the commencement of the series in the
Tempest opens with a storm on a ship at sea.
The fury of the
gale increases, and the vessel is nearly on the rocks. We split! we split! we split!
sings out the honest old Neapolitan councillor, Gonzalo, adding—
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground,
Would fain die a dry death.
[Illustration: THE STORM.]
[Illustration: AFTER THE STORM.]
But neither he nor his master the king suffers death by shipwreck, for amiable and
tender-hearted Miranda intercedes with her father. Prospero reassures her, though Ariel, it
will be remembered, had been playing many a prank on the unsuspecting mariners, and
with lightning and thunder-claps and sulphurous roaring,
had fairly frightened them
out of their wits. All but the mariners had plunged in the foaming brine and quitted
the vessel
:—
The king’s son have I landed by himself,
In an odd angle of the isle,
Sings the airy spirit,
adding, however—
Safely in harbour
The mariners all under hatches stowed.
And so with the kindly spirit and the rightful Duke we may leave the tempest-tossed mariners.
In the Merchant of Venice we have admirable illustrations of the troubles and anxieties
of a merchant shipowner of the day. Antonio is sad. Your mind,
says Salarino, is
tossing on the ocean.
Antonio’s friends continue:—
Salanio.Believe me, sir, had I such ventures forth,
And now worth nothing?
So Shylock, though ready to advance the three thousand ducats to Bassanio on Antonio’s
bond, doubts whether the ships bound to Tripolis, the Indies, Mexico, and England, may
not come to grief. For ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats and
water-rats, land-thieves and water-thieves—I mean pirates; and then, there is the peril
of waters, winds, and rocks.
Soon after it was spread on the Rialto that Antonio had
a ship of rich lading wrecked on the narrow seas; the Goodwins, I think,
says his friend,
they call the place; a very dangerous flat, and fatal, where the carcases of many a tall
ship lie buried;
and this was followed by the news that not one of his vessels had escaped
The dreadful touch
Of merchant-marring rocks.
All, however, ends happily, and the argosies, richly laden, arrive in safety.
Piracy on the high seas in Shakespeare’s days may be said to have been of two kinds:
that which was practically legalised, for purposes of reprisal on foreign foes, and that
which was for private and individual plunder. How prevalent it was may be gathered from
the passages indicated below.Twelfth Night,
Act V. scene 1; Measure for Measure, I. 2, and IV. 3; Merchant of Venice, I. 3; Second Part of Henry VI.,
IV. 1, 9; Richard III., I. 3; Antony and Cleopatra, I. 4, II. 6; Pericles, IV. 2, 3–V. 1; Hamlet, IV. 6.
In Measure for Measure we find the freebooter’s calling satirised in the comparison:
like the sanctimonious pirate that went to sea with the Ten Commandments, but scraped
one out of the table
—that one, of course, being, Thou shalt not steal.
Their reckless
life is literally described by Richard Plantagenet in the Second Part of King Henry VI.,
where he says—
Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage,
Still revelling, like lords, till all be gone—
while Suffolk dies by pirates later on. In the same historical play King Henry again describes his condition, harassed by the rebel Jack Cade and the troublesome Duke of York, as
Like to a ship, that having ’scaped a tempest,
Is straightway calmed and boarded with a pirate.
Queen Margaret in Richard III. addresses three noble lords as
Ye wrangling pirates, that fall out
In sharing that which you have pill’dPillaged. from me.
In Pericles Shakespeare introduces the not uncommon episode of a birth at sea, which
occurs in a terrible gale, the mother apparently dying immediately afterwards, to be later
cast into the sea in a chest, and revive when thrown upon the shore.
And for our last Shakespearian quotation, in Cymbeline we have a fine description of
our own little island and its impregnability. Remember,
says the Queen—
The natural bravery of your isle, which stands
And Britons strut with courage.
Next to Shakespeare in intimate knowledge and power to portray, Byron must be placed. What can be grander than his well-known apostrophe to the Ocean?—
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean—roll!
Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee—
Such as creation’s dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
[Illustration:
HE SINKS INTO THY DEPTHS WITH BUBBLING GROAN,
WITHOUT A GRAVE, UNKNELLED, UNCOFFINED, AND UNKNOWN.]
The poet par excellence of the sea, partly on account of the literary merits of his
production, but more by reason of his technical correctness, was William Falconer, the
author of The Shipwreck,
on the title pages of all the older editions of which he is
described simply as a sailor.
His poem, which is in three cantos, was founded on actual
incidents in a shipwreck from which himself and but two or three of the crew were saved.
Again, in 1769 he embarked on board the The
Demagogue;
while his Marine Dictionary is, in its revised form, a recognised authority
to-day. The poem on which his fame rests is remarkable for the absolute correctness of
its details. Take, for example, the following passage, which could not have been written
by a landsman-poet:—
A squall, deep lowering, blots the southern sky,
Deep on her side the reeling vessel lies—
Thro’ the torn main-sail bursts with thundering force.
And so forth. The fact is, that most readers of Falconer’s poem require his Dictionary of
the Marine
at hand, or some old salt
to explain the constantly recurring nautical terms.
[Illustration: DEEP ON HER SIDE THE REELING VESSEL LIES.
]
It is not wonderful that so many of our poets have written more or less concerning
the sea, few passing over the grand subject entirely, when we consider England’s paramount
position on and interests in it. A number of them have produced works in which we seem
to sniff the briny ocean as we read them, while only a minority have written artificially and
without a true feeling for their subject. Much that the DibdinsAll’s Well.
Many popular sea-songs, written by others during the epoch of the Dibdins and later, are, however,
very commonly but erroneously placed to their credit. Among those often ascribed to them are the following,
really written by the subjoined authors:—The Death of Nelson
(S. J. Arnold), The Bay of Biscay
(Andrew
Cherry), Rule, Britannia
(J. Thompson), The Saucy Arethusa
(Prince Hoare), The Storm
(Cease, rude
Boreas
: G. A. Stevens), The Sailor’s Consolation
(One night came on a hurricane
: W. Pitt), Ye Mariners
of England
(Thomas Campbell), Ye Gentlemen of England
(Martin Parker). The well-known song William
and Susan,
in the nautical drama Black-eyed Susan,
is in like manner sometimes attributed to Douglas Jerrold,
the real author of the ever-verdant play, but the ballad itself was written by Thomas Gay.rules the waves.
Among
these may fairly be counted Charles Dibdin’s Poor Jack,
The Greenwich Pensioner
(’Twas in the good ship
), The Sailor’s Journal
(’Twas post-meridian, half-past
four
), and, above all, that noble picture of a true sailor, Tom Bowling
—
Tom never from his word departed,
Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather
His soul is gone aloft.
Eliza Cook’Tis a Wild
Night at Sea
and The
Gallant English Tar,
and has also
paid a worthy tribute to those hardy sons of Neptune, The Boatmen of the Downs.
There’s fury in the tempest, and there’s madness in the waves,
Are done for England’s glory by her boatmen of the Downs!
Perhaps no modern verses are more popular with all lovers of true poetry than the
Casabianca
of Mrs. Hemans, Longfellow’s Wreck of the
and Kingsley’s
Three Fishers;
and no wonder, for they touch a chord in every heart, while vividly
portraying the perils of a seafaring life. In the story of the burning deck
we have
the record of a true sailor boy, who would not desert his lone post of death.
And—
The noblest thing that perished there
Was that young faithful heart!
In the second-named poem the skipper has taken his little daughter to bear him
company.
A hurricane rises, and it is the poor frightened child who alone hears the fog-bell
on a rock-bound coast.
She runs to her father:—
But the father answered never a word,
A frozen corpse was he.
The ship drifts into the breakers and on the cruel rocks.
At daybreak, on the bleak sea beach,
The salt sea was frozen on her breast,
Such was the wreck of theHesperus ,
On the reef of Norman’s Woe!
[Illustration: AT DAYBREAK, ON THE BLEAK SEA BEACH,
]
A FISHERMAN STOOD AGHAST.
In Kingsley’s poem, three fishermen sailed away to the West,
thinking of their
much-loved home; three wives sat weeping in the lighthouse tower.
Three corses lay out on the shining sands
And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.
[Illustration: THREE FISHERMEN SAILED AWAY TO THE WEST.
]
No more splendid tribute has ever been paid to a neglected hero than that which
appeared in the pages of a popular monthlyCornhill Magazine, March, 1871.
The year 1692 was specially disastrous to France, and a fleet of twenty-two vessels were
hotly and closely pursued by the English. The squadron came helter-skelter, like a crowd
of frightened porpoises
with the sharks after them, to St. Malo on the Rance. The pilots
who were on board laughed at the bare idea of their great ships entering the rocky passage;
and Damfreville, the admiral of the fleet, was seriously thinking of blowing up or burning
all his ships, when out stepped in front of all the assembled officers a poor coasting-pilot.
Are you mad, you Malouins? are you cowards, fools, or rogues?
said he, as he
hurriedly and impetuously assured the admiral that he knew every rock and shoal, and could
lead the fleet in safely.
‘Sirs, they know I speak the truth! Sirs, believe me there’s a way!
Not a minute more to wait,
Up the English come, too late.
So all are saved, and the crews see longingly the green heights above Grève, all bursting out, with one accord—
‘Let France, let France’s King
Then said Damfreville, ‘My friend,
Then a beam of fun outbroke
‘Since ’tis ask and have, I may—
That he asked and that he got—nothing more.
Turn we now to a
in sea poetry, one partially inaugurated by the
Dibdins, carried on by Tom Hood the elder, and having of late years William Schwenck
Gilbert for its principal exponent. It is often as full of nature as the serious productions
of other poets, yet itself favours the ludicrous and satirical side. Hood’s Demon Ship
is a fair example—
Down went my helm—close-reefed—the tack held freely in my hand—
The waters closed, and when I shrieked, I shrieked below the foam!
After battling with the water, and half insensible, he finds himself at last safely on
board a strange vessel; a terrible face haunts him—black, grimly black, all black,
except the grinning teeth. The sooty crew were like their master. Where am
I? in what dreadful ship?
cried he, in terrified agony. The answer was a laugh that
rang from stem to stern from the gloomy shapes that flitted round. They guffawed and
grinned and choked to the top of their bent—
And then the chief made answer for the whole:—
For this here ship has picked you up—theMary Anne of Shields.’
The transition from the really powerful and dramatic description of the billows and
surf to the ridiculous dénouement is irresistibly and artistically comic. Hood’s purely
amusing pieces are more generally known than the above. Take as an example Faithless
Sally Brown;
the girl who so soon forgot her first Ben is modelled on Dibdinian lines,
but the touches of humour are infinitely more delicate.
The popularity of a class of sea-songs which can now be heard from the streets to
The poor old slave is free
directly he climbs the British ship;
the sailor’s wife the sailor’s star should be,
and usually is; while the story of the poor
little wounded midshipmite
is as touching in its way as the boy who would not leave
the burning deck.
Our voyages are ended; and we may now peacefully peruse, by the cosy fireside, the record
of the heroic deeds and the startling perils of the sailor’s career while he is engaged in bringing
to our shores the necessaries and comforts of our daily life. While we stay at home in ease,
let us not forget this noble army of conscripts, fighting our battles for us;
and when the
tempests howl and the lightnings flash, let us breathe our heartfelt earnest prayers for those
at sea.
Eternal Father, strong to save,
For those in peril on thesea.
The names of the Ships in the British Navy are printed in Italics.
Those of the Mercantile Marine and foreign vessels
are printed with inverted commas [“ ”].
Aaron Manby,iron steamer,
Advance,Dr. Kane’s ship in his search for Franklin,
Adventure,the ship of Captain Kidd, the pirate,
Adventure,wrecked in the Tyne,
Aid,steam tug, Ramsgate,
Albemarle,Lieut. Cushing’s attack on the,
Albion,lugger, hovelling,
Amazon,burning of the,
America,Pacific steam-ship, iv. 38
Amethyst,action with the
Huascar,
Great Eastern:laying the submarine telegraph cable, iv. 108, 110
Annwrecked: loss of a life-boat,
Carmelo,
Nostra Signora de Cadabonga,galleon, taken,
Archimedes,screw-propeller,
Arctic,steam ship: collision with the
Vesta,
Arctic,
Arizona,Atlantic steamer, iv. 3
Assari Tefvik(Turkish) and
Vesta(Russian) ships: action between them,
Astarte,wreck of the, iv. 243
Foxexpedition in search of Franklin,
Tegethoff:two years on an ice-floe,
The Floating Light on the Goodwin Sands,iv. 245
Vestaand
Assari Tefvik,
Comet,
Courageux,
Songs for Sailors,
Bergettaplundered by wreckers,
Birkenhead,loss of the,
Amazon: his description of it,
Amazon,
Bonne Homme Richard: Paul Jones’s ship,
Northfleet,
Britanniatraining ship,
Britannia: Dickens’s first trip to America, iv. 5
London,
Hervé Riel,iv. 301
Great Eastern,
Merrimac,
Buenos Ayrean,steel steam-ship, iv.
Bywell Castle: collision with the
Princess Alice,iv. 284
Cacafuego,treasure ship, taken by Drake,
Calais-Douvres,iv. 6
Letterson the Crimean War,
Cambria,its assistance in the burning of the
Kent,
Our Possessions in Malayan India,
Round the World in 1870,iv. 29, 31
Caroline:its assistance in the burning of the
Kent,
Chimborazoin a gale, iv. 13
Chinain a cyclone in the Pacific, iv. 39;
China,steam ship, iv. 31
Pigeon English,
Chinook jargon,
Pigeon English,
Cinco Chagas(the Five Wounds) burnt by the Earl of Cumberland,
City of Berlin,Atlantic steamer, iv. 3
City of Brussels,Atlantic steamer, iv. 3
City of Richmond,Atlantic steamer, iv. 3
Clermont,steam vessel, built by Fulton and Livingston,
Mother Clockat the Royal Observatory, Greenwich, iv. 282
sea-coal,
Kent,
Life of Fulton,
Congressburnt in action with the
Merrimac,
Cambria:his assistance at the burning of the
Kent,
Comet,Bell’s passenger steamer,
Medusa,
Couplandwrecked at Scarborough, iv. 254
Courageuxtaken by the
Madre de Dios,
Cumberlandsunk in action with the
Merrimac,
Scotia,
Bothnia,
Albemarle,
Annals of the Wars of the Eighteenth and Nineteenth Centuries,
Monitor,
Seaman’s Manual,
Two Years Before the Mast,
Forfarshire,iv. 64
Dead-headson American railways, iv. 26
Defensor de Pedro,the ship of De Soto, the pirate,
Robinson Crusoe:the island of Juan Fernandez,
Napoleonconstructed by,
Deutschland,Wreck of the,
Kent,East Indiaman,
Birkenhead,
Medusa,
Pandoraat,
Cacafuegotaken by him,
London,
Siege of Gibraltar,
Charlotte Dundas,
Autobiography of a Seaman,
Earl of Balcarras,East Indiaman,
Efforton the Goodwin Sands,
Ely: rescue of the
Woolpacket,Bideford Bay,
Monitor,
English Seamen and Divers,
The Shipwreck,iv. 297;
Courageux,
Kent,
Amazon,
Forfarshire,Wreck of the, iv. 64
Fougueuxtaken at Trafalgar,
Fox: the search for Franklin,
Germaniaand
Hansa,
Clermont,
Gallia,Atlantic steamer, iv. 3
Gamo,Spanish frigate, taken by Admiral Cochrane,
Medusa,
Germania,Arctic exploring ship,
History of the Place and its Sieges,
History of Gibraltar,
Storm Warriors; or, Lifeboat Work,
Samaritano,
Violet,
Fusileer,
Effort,
Albionlugger-hovelling: the lugger lost,
La Marguerite,
Great Britain,
Great Eastern,
Great Eastern,
Great Michael,James IV. of Scotland,
Great Queensland,blown up,
Great Westernsteam-ship,
Advancefitted out by him; Dr. Kane’s search for Franklin,
United States,
Old Grog): his grogram tunic,
Grosser Kurfürst,Loss of the, iv. 238
Amazon,
Over Land and Sea: Honolulu, Fiji, iv. 47
Gwenissawrecked near Tramore,
Finnan haddies; fishing in Scotland, iv. 175
Blue Noses,
Life in Chili,
Polaris,
Hansa,Arctic exploring ship,
United States,
Hansa,
Casabianca,iv.
Héros,
Foxexpedition in search of Franklin,
Heroes of Britain in Peace and War,iv. 267
The Demon Ship,iv. 303
Woolpacket,
Huascarand
Shah: action between them,
Killarney,
young ice,
the edge of the pack,
Advance,
Impératrice:chest of gold recovered by divers, iv. 86
Inverness,plundered by wreckers,
Settler’s Guide to the Cape of Good Hope,
Pandora,
Jesus:Sir John Hawkins’ ship; the slave trade,
The Loss of the Amazon,
Judith,Sir John Hawkins’s ship,
Keelson the Tyne,
Foxexpedition in search of Franklin,
Kent,East Indiaman, burning of the,
Killarney,Wreck of the,
Three Fishers,iv. 299
Northfleet: his bravery,
Germaniaand
Hansa,
Lady Franklin: the search for Franklin,
La Marguerite,on the Goodwin Sands,
Hansa,
Westward Ho!
The Life-boat and its Work,
St. George,
self-righting,
Aid,steam-tug, Ramsgate,
Ann,loss of a lifeboat,
Samaritanowrecked; saving of life,
Providentia,
Bell Rocklighthouse on the Inchcape Rock,
History of Merchant Shipping,
Liverpool,tugboat at the wreck of the
Deutschland,
Clermont,
Locker,the word;
Davy Jones’s Locker and its Treasures;pearls, corals, sponges, diving, iv. 66–90
London,swamped at sea,
Wreck of the Hesperus,iv. 299, 300
Foxexpedition in search of Franklin,
Pandora,
Kent,
Popular Delusions: the South Sea Bubble,
Madre de Dios,taken by the Earl of Cumberland,
History of Lloyd’s and Marine Insurance,
London,
Medical Life in the Navy,by Dr. Stables,
The Mediterranean,by Rear-Admiral Smyth,
Medusa,Wreck of the,
Madre de Dios,taken by the Earl of Cumberland,
watchesand
bells;grog; the cat,
La Gloire,
Merrimac,its history,
Cumberlandsunk,
Congressburned,
Monitor,its engagement with the
Merrimac,
Shahand
Huascarengagement,
Vesta(Russian) and the
Assari Tefvik(Turkish) ships, action between them,
crossing the line,
Merrimac:its work of destruction in Hampton Roads,
Monitor,
Miantonoma:monitor steamer,
the sixth sense of man,iv. 112
Chips from the Log of an Old Salt,
Minnesota,
Merrimac,
dummymonitor,
Monitor,
Naval Tracts,his daring deeds,
Rebellion Record;the
Merrimac;and the
Monitor,
Morning Starchased by De Soto the pirate,
Rothsay Castle,
Polaris,
Life of Vitus Behring,
Murillo,the
Northfleetwrecked by her,
Ten Terrible Days,iv. 56
Medusa,
Lenniemutineers,
Napoleon,steam screw, constructed by Dupuy Delorme,
L’Orient,
New Albion,California so named by Drake,
New Holland,early name for West Australia,
Vega,
Northfleet,wreck of the,
Novara(Austrian frigate), deep-sea soundings,
Orient,steam-ship, iv. 3
patent smoke-stack,
Pacificsteamer lost,
Pandora,Cruise of the,
Germaniaand
Hansa,
Tegethoff,
Submarine Hydrostats,iv. 86
Lady Franklin,
FoxArctic expedition,
Pigeon Englishin China,
Chinook jargon,
Black Beardthe pirate,
The Pirates and Bucaniers,
Pirates of the 18th century,
Polaris:Capt. Hall’s Arctic expedition,
President,devoted to the Naval Artillery Volunteers,
Polly: his trials,
Princess Alicelost in the Thames, iv. 282
Princess Aliceon Goodwin Sands,
Quieda Merchant,Moorish ship, taken by Captain Kidd,
Medusa,
Arctic,
Bark Raleigh,
Grosser Kurfürst,
Aidsteam-tug,
Ranger,Paul Jones’s ship,
Our Ironclad Ships,
Advance,
Roanoake,
Robert J. Stockton,iron steam-ship,
Killarney,
Rob Roy:Napier’s steam-vessel,
Foxexpedition in search of Franklin,
Rothsay Castle,wreck of the,
Round the World in Eighty Days,iv. 1
The Fleet of the Future: Iron or Wood,
Great Eastern,
St. Lawrence,
St. Valentine,treasure-ship, taken by Monson,
Salvador del Mundi,
Samaritano,wrecked on the Goodwin Sands; Margate and Ramsgate lifeboats,
Grosser Kurfürst,iv. 238
Golden Gate,
San Nicolas,
Santissima Trinidada,
Savannah,the Atlantic first crossed by her,
Coupland,254
Schiller,loss of the,
Foxin the Arctic regions,
FoxArctic expedition,
Sketches of our Coasts,Cornwall, iv. 207–225;
By the Sea-shore,iv. 190–207;
Sea-goersin guard-ships,
Serapistaken by Paul Jones,
Birkenhead,
Shahand
Huascar:action between them,
Shenandoah:her exploits in the American war,
Sirius,
Smoke-stack, Patent,on the
G. S. Wright,
The Mediterranean,
Sofia,Swedish Arctic expedition,
Kent,
Birkenhead,
Medusa,
Souffleur, The,or the Blower. Mauritius, iv. 95
Life of Nelson,
British Admirals,
Gamo,
Killarney,
Venus’s Flower-basket,
Squirrel,Sir Humphrey Gilbert’s ship,
cat,
Medical Life in the Navy,
History of Gibraltar and its Sieges,
Sunbeam:voyage of circumnavigation, iv. 40; 61, 62
London,
Amazon,
Malta under the Phœnicians, Knights, and English,
Tegethoff:Austro-Hungarian Arctic expedition,
Great Britain,iv. 34;
Royal Arctic Theatreson the
Thémistocle,
Schiller,
The Straits of Malacca,
watches,
bells,
dog-watches,
ark,
Albemarle,
Laytorpedo,
fishtorpedo,
Trades’ Increase,East Indiaman,
The West Indies and the Spanish Main,
Monitor,
Merrimac,
Miantonoma,
Brooklyn,
Ohio,
Tuscarora:deep-sea soundings,
Unitedsteam-ship,Kingdom,
United States,Dr. Hayes’s Arctic expedition,
Chinook jargon,
Vega: Professor Nordenskjöld’s Arctic voyage,
Venus’s Flower-basket,
Round the World in Eighty Days,iv. 2, 5
Old Grog),
Vesta(Russian) and
Assari(Turkish) ships: action between them,Tefvik
Æneid,references to the sea, iv. 291
Virginia,
Merrimac,
Waistersin guard ships,
Foxexpedition in search of Franklin,
Walnut Shellboat, for Franklin’s second expedition,
Anson’s Voyage Round the World,
The Crescent and the Cross,
Amazon,
Watchesand
dog-watches,
Art of Swimming,iv. 258;
Tegethoff,
A Sailor Boy’s Log-book,
White StarLine of Steam-ships,
White StarLiner crossing the Atlantic, iv. 1
ark,
The Fleet of the Future: Iron or Wood,by J. Scott Russell, F.R.S.,
Great Michael,
Steam Navigation,
Woolpacket,wreck of the,
Monitor,
Wrecking,as a profession,
Inverness,
Bergettaplundered,
hovellingv.wrecking,
wrecking
Wright, G. S.,telegraph steamer,
Pandora,
Foxexpedition in search of Franklin,
Aaron Manby,iron steamer, ii. 102
Advance,Dr. Kane’s ship in his search for Franklin, iii. 214, 233;
Adventure,the ship of Captain Kidd, the pirate, iii. 56, 57
Adventure,wrecked in the Tyne, ii. 210
Aid,steam tug, Ramsgate, ii. 215–224; iv. 246
Albemarle,Lieut. Cushing’s attack on the, ii. 151
Albion,lugger, hovelling, ii. 246;
Amazon,burning of the, ii. 257, 278–290
America,Pacific steam-ship, iv. 38
Amethyst,action with the
Huascar,i. 26
Great Eastern:laying the submarine telegraph cable, iv. 108, 110
Annwrecked: loss of a life-boat, ii. 212, 216
Carmelo,ii. 55, 56.
Nostra Signora de Cadabonga,galleon, taken, 59, 60, 61
Archimedes,screw-propeller, ii. 103
Arctic,steam ship: collision with the
Vesta,ii. 107;
Arctic,108; iv. 283
Arizona,Atlantic steamer, iv. 3
Assari Tefvik(Turkish) and
Vesta(Russian) ships: action between them, i. 27
Astarte,wreck of the, iv. 243
Foxexpedition in search of Franklin, iii. 216
Tegethoff:two years on an ice-floe, 271
The Floating Light on the Goodwin Sands,iv. 245
Vestaand
Assari Tefvik,i. 27
Comet,ii.
Courageux,i. 228
Songs for Sailors,i. 8
Bergettaplundered by wreckers, ii. 243
Birkenhead,loss of the, i. 73–75; iv. 283
Amazon: his description of it, ii. 285
Amazon,ii. 279
Bonne Homme Richard: Paul Jones’s ship, iii. 75
Northfleet,ii. 263, 264
Britanniatraining ship, i. 47
Britannia: Dickens’s first trip to America, iv. 5
London,ii. 294
Hervé Riel,iv. 301
Great Eastern,130;
Merrimac,i. 20
Buenos Ayrean,steel steam-ship, iv.
Bywell Castle: collision with the
Princess Alice,iv. 284
Cacafuego,treasure ship, taken by Drake, i. 311
Calais-Douvres,iv. 6
Letterson the Crimean War, i. 15
Cambria,its assistance in the burning of the
Kent,i. 69–74
Our Possessions in Malayan India,i. 144, 146, 147
Round the World in 1870,iv. 29, 31
Caroline:its assistance in the burning of the
Kent,i. 72
Chimborazoin a gale, iv. 13
Chinain a cyclone in the Pacific, iv. 39;
China,steam ship, iv. 31
Pigeon English,i. 126;
Chinook jargon,
Pigeon English,i. 167
Cinco Chagas(the Five Wounds) burnt by the Earl of Cumberland, i. 294
City of Berlin,Atlantic steamer, iv. 3
City of Brussels,Atlantic steamer, iv. 3
City of Richmond,Atlantic steamer, iv. 3
Clermont,steam vessel, built by Fulton and Livingston, ii. 93
Mother Clockat the Royal Observatory, Greenwich, iv. 282
sea-coal,i. 271
Kent,i. 69–
Life of Fulton,ii. 94, 150
Congressburnt in action with the
Merrimac,i. 20, 22, 23
Cambria:his assistance at the burning of the
Kent,i.
Comet,Bell’s passenger steamer, ii. 95, 96
Medusa,i. 78, 80
Couplandwrecked at Scarborough, iv. 254
Courageuxtaken by the
Madre de Dios,293;
Cumberlandsunk in action with the
Merrimac,i. 20, 21, 22
Scotia,
Bothnia,109;
Albemarle,ii. 149
Annals of the Wars of the Eighteenth and Nineteenth Centuries,i. 11, 16
Monitor,i. 23
Seaman’s Manual,i. 51;
Two Years Before the Mast,i. 48, 158
Forfarshire,iv. 64
Dead-headson American railways, iv. 26
Defensor de Pedro,the ship of De Soto, the pirate, iii. 79
Robinson Crusoe:the island of Juan Fernandez, i.
Napoleonconstructed by, i. 226
Deutschland,Wreck of the, ii. 114, 273
Kent,East Indiaman, 64, 68, 69, 71, 74;
Birkenhead,i. 74, 75;
Medusa,i. 75–82
Pandoraat, iii. 95;
Cacafuegotaken by him, 311;
London,ii. 294
Siege of Gibraltar,i. 16, 91, 97
Charlotte Dundas,ii. 84
Autobiography of a Seaman,i. 216
Earl of Balcarras,East Indiaman, ii. 15
Efforton the Goodwin Sands, ii. 247
Ely: rescue of the
Woolpacket,Bideford Bay, ii. 251, 252
Monitor,i. 23;
English Seamen and Divers,i. 42;
The Shipwreck,iv. 297;
Courageux,i. 228
Kent,i. 69
Amazon,ii. 256, 278–290
Forfarshire,Wreck of the, iv. 64
Fougueuxtaken at Trafalgar, i. 11
Fox: the search for Franklin, iii. 215
Germaniaand
Hansa,iii. 259
Clermont,93;
Gallia,Atlantic steamer, iv. 3
Gamo,Spanish frigate, taken by Admiral Cochrane, i. 219
Medusa,i. 81, 82
Germania,Arctic exploring ship, iii. 258, 267
History of the Place and its Sieges,90;
History of Gibraltar,95, 96;
Storm Warriors; or, Lifeboat Work,ii. 217;
Samaritano,217–223;
Violet,224;
Fusileer,
Effort,247;
Albionlugger-hovelling: the lugger lost, 248, 249;
La Marguerite,253;
Great Britain,ii. 102
Great Eastern,i. 13;
Great Eastern,233
Great Michael,James IV. of Scotland, i. 281
Great Queensland,blown up, ii. 122
Great Westernsteam-ship, ii. 101, 106
Advancefitted out by him; Dr. Kane’s search for Franklin, 233;
United States,iii. 255
Old Grog): his grogram tunic, i. 51
Grosser Kurfürst,Loss of the, iv. 238
Amazon,ii. 282, 287, 288
Over Land and Sea: Honolulu, Fiji, iv. 47
Gwenissawrecked near Tramore, ii. 258;
Finnan haddies; fishing in Scotland, iv. 175
Blue Noses,
Life in Chili,i. 174;
Polaris,iii. 268;
Hansa,Arctic exploring ship, iii. 258, 260;
United States,iii. 255
Hansa,iii. 257, 259, 267
Casabianca,iv.
Héros,i. 7
Foxexpedition in search of Franklin, iii. 216, 226;
Heroes of Britain in Peace and War,iv. 267
The Demon Ship,iv. 303
Woolpacket,251
Huascarand
Shah: action between them, i. 26
Killarney,ii. 315
young ice,172;
the edge of the pack,180;
Advance,iii. 234
Impératrice:chest of gold recovered by divers, iv. 86
Inverness,plundered by wreckers, ii. 241, 244
Settler’s Guide to the Cape of Good Hope,i. 210
Pandora,iii. 95
Jesus:Sir John Hawkins’ ship; the slave trade, i. 299
The Loss of the Amazon,ii. 278, 288;
Judith,Sir John Hawkins’s ship, i. 299, 302
Keelson the Tyne, i. 263
Foxexpedition in search of Franklin, iii. 216
Kent,East Indiaman, burning of the, i. 64–74
Killarney,Wreck of the, ii. 304–317;
Three Fishers,iv. 299
Northfleet: his bravery, ii. 263–267
Germaniaand
Hansa,iii. 259
Lady Franklin: the search for Franklin, iii. 207
La Marguerite,on the Goodwin Sands, ii. 253
Hansa,iii. 259, 263
Westward Ho!i. 43
The Life-boat and its Work,ii. 210
St. George,213;
self-righting,214;
Aid,steam-tug, Ramsgate, 215–234;
Ann,loss of a lifeboat, 212, 216;
Samaritanowrecked; saving of life, 217–223;
Providentia,230–236;
Bell Rocklighthouse on the Inchcape Rock, 173;
History of Merchant Shipping,i. 3, 266; ii. 11, 14, 99, 117, 119; iv. 10
Liverpool,tugboat at the wreck of the
Deutschland,ii. 273, 274
Clermont,93
Locker,the word;
Davy Jones’s Locker and its Treasures;pearls, corals, sponges, diving, iv. 66–90
London,swamped at sea, ii. 289–297
Wreck of the Hesperus,iv. 299, 300
Foxexpedition in search of Franklin, iii. 216;
Pandora,iii. 92
Kent,i. 68, 69, 71
Popular Delusions: the South Sea Bubble, ii. 43
Madre de Dios,taken by the Earl of Cumberland, i. 293
History of Lloyd’s and Marine Insurance,ii. 126
London,ii. 291–295
Medical Life in the Navy,by Dr. Stables, i. 220
The Mediterranean,by Rear-Admiral Smyth,
Medusa,Wreck of the, i. 75;
Madre de Dios,taken by the Earl of Cumberland, i. 293
watchesand
bells;grog; the cat, i. 42–54
La Gloire,18;
Merrimac,its history, 19;
Cumberlandsunk, 20, 21, 22;
Congressburned,
Monitor,its engagement with the
Merrimac,23, 24, 25;
Shahand
Huascarengagement, 26;
Vesta(Russian) and the
Assari Tefvik(Turkish) ships, action between them, 27;
crossing the line,229;
Merrimac:its work of destruction in Hampton Roads, i. 20–22;
Monitor,23–25;
Miantonoma:monitor steamer, ii. 139, 140;
the sixth sense of man,iv. 112
Chips from the Log of an Old Salt,i. 44
Minnesota,i. 20, 24
Merrimac,i. 22–26;
dummymonitor, ii. 138;
Monitor,139
Naval Tracts,his daring deeds, ii. 15;
Rebellion Record;the
Merrimac;and the
Monitor,i. 19
Morning Starchased by De Soto the pirate, iii. 80
Rothsay Castle,ii. 298
Polaris,iii. 268
Life of Vitus Behring,iii. 160
Murillo,the
Northfleetwrecked by her, ii. 263–267
Ten Terrible Days,iv. 56
Medusa,i. 79;
Lenniemutineers, 235;
Napoleon,steam screw, constructed by Dupuy Delorme, i. 226
L’Orient,74;
New Albion,California so named by Drake, i. 312
New Holland,early name for West Australia, i. 151
Vega,
Northfleet,wreck of the, ii. 260, 263–267
Novara(Austrian frigate), deep-sea soundings, i. 28
Orient,steam-ship, iv. 3
patent smoke-stack,
Pacificsteamer lost, ii. 108
Pandora,Cruise of the, iii. 91–99
Germaniaand
Hansa,iii. 259;
Tegethoff,271;
Submarine Hydrostats,iv. 86
Lady Franklin,iii. 207, 210
FoxArctic expedition, 216, 218, 220, 227, 236, 241, 252
Pigeon Englishin China, i. 126;
Chinook jargon,167
Black Beardthe pirate,
The Pirates and Bucaniers,iii. 1–59;
Pirates of the 18th century,59–71;
Polaris:Capt. Hall’s Arctic expedition, iii. 268;
President,devoted to the Naval Artillery Volunteers, i. 234
Polly: his trials, i. 223
Princess Alicelost in the Thames, iv. 282
Princess Aliceon Goodwin Sands, ii. 251
Quieda Merchant,Moorish ship, taken by Captain Kidd, iii. 57
Medusa,i. 76–82;
Arctic,ii. 108
Bark Raleigh,
Grosser Kurfürst,ii. 155
Aidsteam-tug, ii. 215
Ranger,Paul Jones’s ship, iii. 72, 75
Our Ironclad Ships,ii. 144, 146
Advance,iii. 235
Roanoake,i. 20
Robert J. Stockton,iron steam-ship, ii. 103, 104
Killarney,ii. 314, 317
Rob Roy:Napier’s steam-vessel, ii. 98
Foxexpedition in search of Franklin, 216, 225;
Rothsay Castle,wreck of the, ii. 288, 297–304
Round the World in Eighty Days,iv. 1
The Fleet of the Future: Iron or Wood,i. 85; ii. 101;
Great Eastern,130
St. Lawrence,i. 20
St. Valentine,treasure-ship, taken by Monson, ii. 21
Salvador del Mundi,i. 9
Samaritano,wrecked on the Goodwin Sands; Margate and Ramsgate lifeboats, ii. 217–223
Grosser Kurfürst,iv. 238
Golden Gate,i. 157;
San Nicolas,i. 8
Santissima Trinidada,i. 8, 10
Savannah,the Atlantic first crossed by her, ii. 105
Coupland,254
Schiller,loss of the, ii. 267
Foxin the Arctic regions, iii. 219
FoxArctic expedition, iii. 221
Sketches of our Coasts,Cornwall, iv. 207–225;
By the Sea-shore,iv. 190–207;
Sea-goersin guard-ships, i. 45
Serapistaken by Paul Jones, iii. 77
Birkenhead,i. 71
Shahand
Huascar:action between them, i. 26
Shenandoah:her exploits in the American war, i. 139;
Sirius,ii. 106
Smoke-stack, Patent,on the
G. S. Wright,i. 141
The Mediterranean,i. 87
Sofia,Swedish Arctic expedition, iii. 257
Kent,i. 69, 70,
Birkenhead,74, 75;
Medusa,77, 78, 79, 80
Souffleur, The,or the Blower. Mauritius, iv. 95
Life of Nelson,i. 8, 10;
British Admirals,274, 275, 278;
Gamo,
Killarney,ii. 305
Venus’s Flower-basket,i. 30, 32;
Squirrel,Sir Humphrey Gilbert’s ship, i. 318
cat,i. 52, 53;
Medical Life in the Navy,i. 220
History of Gibraltar and its Sieges,i. 90
Sunbeam:voyage of circumnavigation, iv. 40; 61, 62
London,ii. 289, 290–297
Amazon,ii. 278, 282
Malta under the Phœnicians, Knights, and English,i. 98
Tegethoff:Austro-Hungarian Arctic expedition, iii. 271;
Great Britain,iv. 34;
Royal Arctic Theatreson the
Thémistocle,i. 7
Schiller,ii. 267, 270
The Straits of Malacca,i. 144
watches,
bells,
dog-watches,i. 50
ark,148;
Albemarle,151;
Laytorpedo,
fishtorpedo, 155
Trades’ Increase,East Indiaman, ii. 13
The West Indies and the Spanish Main,i. 179, 182, 183;
Monitor,
Merrimac,
Miantonoma,
Brooklyn,
Ohio,
Tuscarora:deep-sea soundings, i. 28, 30
Unitedsteam-ship, ii. 98, 99Kingdom,
United States,Dr. Hayes’s Arctic expedition, iii. 255
Chinook jargon,
Vega: Professor Nordenskjöld’s Arctic voyage, iii. 274
Venus’s Flower-basket,i. 30, 32
Round the World in Eighty Days,iv. 2, 5
Old Grog), i. 51
Vesta(Russian) and
Assari(Turkish) ships: action between them, i.Tefvik
Æneid,references to the sea, iv. 291
Virginia,
Merrimac,i. 19
Waistersin guard ships, i. 45
Foxexpedition in search of Franklin, iii. 216
Walnut Shellboat, for Franklin’s second expedition, iii. 194
Anson’s Voyage Round the World,ii. 46
The Crescent and the Cross,i. 98;
Amazon,ii. 283
Watchesand
dog-watches,i. 50
Art of Swimming,iv. 258;
Tegethoff,iii. 271
A Sailor Boy’s Log-book,i. 48
White StarLine of Steam-ships, ii. 111
White StarLiner crossing the Atlantic, iv. 1
ark,ii. 148
The Fleet of the Future: Iron or Wood,by J. Scott Russell, F.R.S., 85
Great Michael,281
Steam Navigation,ii. 79, 81, 83, 84;
Woolpacket,wreck of the, ii. 224;
Monitor,i. 24
Wrecking,as a profession, ii. 235;
Inverness,241, 244;
Bergettaplundered, 242;
hovelling245;v.wrecking,
wrecking256
Wright, G. S.,telegraph steamer, i. 138, 143
Pandora,iii. 92–98;
Foxexpedition in search of Franklin, 216, 218
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