In words of beauty and of kindness you lately wished me health and content. Health, alas! you cannot give me; but content you have filled me with. My books have done more than ever I had dared dream, by winning for me the friendship and approval of the Author of ‘Typee,’ ‘Omoo,’ ‘Moby-Dick,’ ‘Redburn,’ and other productions which top the list of sea literature in the English tongue. I beg you to accept this dedication as a further public avowal of my hearty admiration of your genius.
In all faithfulness yours,
W. CLARK RUSSELL.
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I. | MY COUSIN | [1] |
| II. | THE ‘BRIDE’ | [10] |
| III. | LAURA JENNINGS | [17] |
| IV. | IN THE SOLENT | [27] |
| V. | LONG TOM | [39] |
| VI. | FINN TESTS THE CREW’S SIGHT | [50] |
| VII. | SAIL HO! | [58] |
| VIII. | WE SPEAK THE ‘WANDERER’ | [67] |
| IX. | A SQUALL | [76] |
| X. | I GO ALOFT | [84] |
| XI. | THE PORTUGUESE BRIG | [92] |
| XII. | A SECOND WARNING | [105] |
| XIII. | I INTERPRET THE WARNING | [116] |
| XIV. | MUFFIN GOES FORWARD | [126] |
| XV. | I BOARD A WRECK | [136] |
| XVI. | WE SIGHT A SCHOONER-YACHT | [147] |
| XVII. | WE RAISE THE SCHOONER | [156] |
| XVIII. | IS SHE THE ‘SHARK?’ | [166] |
| XIX. | A MYSTERIOUS VOICE | [178] |
| XX. | MUFFIN IS PUNISHED | [188] |
| XXI. | HEAVY WEATHER | [198] |
| XXII. | THE ‘LIZA ROBBINS’ | [206] |
| XXIII. | THE COLONEL AND HER LADYSHIP | [215] |
| XXIV. | THE DUEL | [224] |
| XXV. | THE COLONEL’S FUNERAL | [235] |
| XXVI. | WILFRID’S DELUSION | [247] |
| XXVII. | A DEAD CALM | [263] |
| XXVIII. | A TERRIBLE NIGHT | [274] |
| XXIX. | A VOLCANIC ISLAND | [286] |
| XXX. | WE BOARD THE GALLEON | [297] |
| XXXI. | THE FIRST NIGHT | [308] |
| XXXII. | THE GALLEON’S HOLD | [321] |
| XXXIII. | THE SECOND NIGHT | [334] |
| XXXIV. | CONCLUSION | [348] |
AN OCEAN TRAGEDY.
CHAPTER I.
MY COUSIN.
‘Sir Wilfrid Monson, sir,’ exclaimed my man.
It was half-past ten o’clock at night, and I was in my lodgings in Bury Street, St. James, slippers on feet, a pipe of tobacco in my hand, seltzer and brandy at my elbow, and on my knees the ‘Sun’ newspaper, the chief evening sheet of the times.