after a night spent in the roar of the sea, a drenched and bruised prisoner among the rocks, it was nice to see the dawn again. no sooner was it light than martin set about trying to make his escape. he had been washed by that big wave into a deep cleft among the rocks and masses of hard clay, and shut in there he could not see the water nor anything excepting a patch of sky above him. now he began climbing over the stones and crawling and forcing himself through crevices and other small openings, making a little progress, for he was sore from his bruises and very weak from his long fast, and at intervals, tired and beaten, he would drop down crying with pain and misery. but martin was by nature a very resolute little boy, and after two or three minutes' rest his tears would cease, and he would be up struggling on determinedly as before. he was like some little wild animal[174] when it finds itself captive in a cage or box or room, who tries without ceasing to find a way out. there may be no way, but it will not give up trying to find one. and at last, after so trying, martin's efforts were rewarded: he succeeded in getting into the steep passage by which he had come down to the sea on the previous day, and in the end got to the top of the cliff once more. it was a great relief, and after resting a little while he began to feel glad and happy at the sight before him: there was the glorious sea again, not as he had seen it before, its wide surface roughened by the wind and flecked with foam; for now the water was smooth, but not still; it rose and fell in vast rollers, or long waves that were like ridges, wave following wave in a very grand and ordered manner. and as he gazed, the clouds broke and floated away, and the sky grew clear and bright, and then all at once the great red sun came up out of the waters!
but it was impossible for him to stay there longer when there was nothing to eat; his extreme hunger compelled him to get up and leave the cliff and the sandy hills behind it; and then for an hour or two he walked feebly about searching for sweet roots, but finding none. it would have gone hard with him then if he had not seen some low, dark-looking bushes at a distance on the dry, yellow plain, and gone to them. they looked like yew-bushes, and when he got to them he found that they were thickly covered with small berries; on some bushes they were purple-black, on others crimson, but all were[175] ripe, and many small birds were there feasting on them. the berries were pleasant to the taste, and he feasted with the little birds on them until his hunger was satisfied; and then, with his mouth and fingers stained purple with the juice, he went to sleep in the shade of one of the bushes. there, too, he spent the whole of that day and the night, hearing the low murmur of the sea when waking, and when morning came he was strong and happy once more, and, after filling himself with the fruit, set off to the sea again.
arrived at the cliff, he began walking along the edge, and in about an hour's time came to the end of it, for there it sloped down to the water, and before him, far as he could see, there was a wide, shingled beach with low sand-hills behind it. with a shout of joy he ran down to the margin, and the rest of that day he spent dabbling in the water, gathering beautiful shells and seaweed and strangely-painted pebbles into heaps, then going on and on again, still picking up more beautiful riffraff on the margin, only to leave it all behind him at last. never had he spent a happier day, and when it came to an end he found a sheltered spot not far from the sea, so that when he woke in the night he would still hear the deep, low murmur of the waves on the beach.
many happy days he spent in the same way, with no living thing to keep him company, except the little white and grey sanderlings that piped so shrill and clear as they flitted along the margin before him; and the great sea-gulls that uttered[176] hoarse, laughter-like cries as they soared and hovered above his head. "oh, happy birds!" exclaimed martin, clapping his hands, and shouting in answer to their cries.
every day martin grew more familiar with the sea, and loved it more, and it was his companion and playmate. he was bolder than the little restless sanderlings that ran and flitted before the advancing waves, and so never got their pretty white and grey plumage wet: often he would turn to meet the coming wave, and let it break round and rush past him, and then in a moment he would be standing knee-deep in the midst of a great sheet of dazzling white foam, until with a long hiss as it fled back, drawing the round pebbles with it, it would be gone, and he would laugh and shout with glee. what a grand old play-fellow the sea was! and it loved him, like the big spotted cat of the hills, and only pretended to be angry with him when it wanted to play, and would do him no harm. and still he was not satisfied, but grew bolder and bolder, putting himself in its power and trusting to its mercy. he could play better with his clothes off; and one day, chasing a great receding wave as far as it would go, he stood up bravely to encounter the succeeding wave, but it was greater than the last, and lifting him in its great green arms it carried him high up till it broke with a mighty roar on the beach; then instead of leaving him stranded there it rushed back still bearing him in its arms out into the deep. further and further from the shore it carried him, until he became terrified, and throwing out his[177] little arms towards the land, he cried aloud, "mother! mother!"
he was not calling to his own mother far away on the great plain; he had forgotten her. now he only thought of the beautiful woman of the hills, who was so strong, and loved him and made him call her "mother"; and to her he cried in his need for help. now he remembered her warm, protecting bosom, and how she had cried every night at the fear of losing him; how when he ran from her she followed him, calling to him to return. ah, how cold was the sea's bosom, how bitter its lips!
struggling still with the great wave, struggling in vain, blinded and half-choked with salt water, he was driven violently against a great black object tumbling about in the surf, and with all the strength of his little hands he clung to it. the water rolled over him, and beat against him, but he would not lose his hold; and at last there came a bigger wave and lifted him up and cast him right on to the object he was clinging to. it was as if some enormous monster of the sea had caught him up and put him in that place, just as the lady of the hills had often snatched him up from the edge of some perilous precipice to set him down in a safe place.
there he lay exhausted, stretched out at full length, so tossed about on the billows that he had a sensation of being in a swing; but the sea grew quiet at last, and when he looked up it was dark, the stars glittering in the dim blue vault above, and the smooth, black water reflecting them all round him, so[178] that he seemed to be floating suspended between two vast, starry skies, one immeasurably far above, the other below him. all night, with only the twinkling, trembling stars for company, he lay there, naked, wet, and cold, thirsty with the bitter taste of sea-salt in his mouth, never daring to stir, listening to the continual lapping sound of the water.
morning dawned at last; the sea was green once more, the sky blue, and beautiful with the young fresh light. he was lying on an old raft of black, water-logged spars and planks lashed together with chains and rotting ropes. but alas! there was no shore in sight, for all night long he had been drifting, drifting further and further away from land.
a strange habitation for martin, the child of the plain, was that old raft! it had been made by ship-wrecked mariners, long, long ago, and had floated about the sea until it had become of the sea, like a half-submerged floating island; brown and many-coloured seaweeds had attached themselves to it; strange creatures, half plant and half animal, grew on it; and little shell-fish and numberless slimy, creeping things of the sea made it their dwelling-place. it was about as big as the floor of a large room, all rough, black and slippery, with the seaweed floating like ragged hair many yards long around it, and right in the middle of the raft there was a large hole where the wood had rotted away. now, it was very curious that when martin looked over the side of the raft he could see down into the clear, green water a few fathoms only; but when he crept[179] to the edge of the hole and looked into the water there, he was able to see ten times further down. looking in this hole, he saw far down a strange, fish-shaped creature, striped like a zebra, with long spines on its back, moving about to and fro. it disappeared, and then, very much further down, something moved, first like a shadow, then like a great, dark form; and as it came up higher it took the shape of a man, but dim and vast like a man-shaped cloud or shadow that floated in the green translucent water. the shoulders and head appeared; then it changed its position and the face was towards him with the vast eyes, that had a dim, greyish light in them, gazing up into his. martin trembled as he gazed, not exactly with fear, but with excitement, because he recognized in this huge water-monster under him that old man of the sea who had appeared and talked to him in his dream when he fell asleep among the rocks. could it be, although he was asleep at the time, that the old man really had appeared before him, and that his eyes had been open just enough to see him?
by-and-by the cloud-like face disappeared, and did not return though he watched for it a long time. then sitting on the black, rotten wood and brown seaweed he gazed over the ocean, a vast green, sunlit expanse with no shore and no living thing upon it. but after a while he began to think that there was some living thing in it, which was always near him though he could not see what it was. from time to time the surface of the sea was broken just as if some huge fish had risen to the[180] surface and then sunk again without showing itself. it was something very big, judging from the commotion it made in the water; and at last he did see it or a part of it—a vast brown object which looked like a gigantic man's shoulder, but it might have been the back of a whale. it was no sooner seen than gone, but in a very short time after its appearance cries as of birds were heard at a great distance. the cries came from various directions, growing louder and louder, and before long martin saw many birds flying towards him.
on arrival they began to soar and circle round above him, all screaming excitedly. they were white birds with long wings and long sharp beaks, and were very much like gulls, except that they had an easier and swifter flight.
martin rejoiced at seeing them, for he had been in the greatest terror at the strangeness and loneliness of the sea now that there was no land in sight. sitting on the black raft he was constantly thinking of the warning words his mother of the hills had spoken—that the sea would kiss him with cold salt lips and take him down into the depths where he would never see the light again. o how strange the sea was to him now, how lonely, how terrible! but birds that with their wings could range over the whole world were of the land, and now seemed to bring the land near him with their white forms and wild cries. how could they help him? he did not know, he did not ask; but he was not alone now that they had come to him, and his terror was less.[181]
and still more birds kept coming; and as the morning wore on the crowd of birds increased until they were in hundreds, then in thousands, perpetually wheeling and swooping and rising and hovering over him in a great white cloud. and they were of many kinds, mostly white, some grey, others sooty brown or mottled, and some wholly black. then in the midst of the crowd of birds he saw one of great size wheeling about like a king or giant among the others, with wings of amazing length, wild eyes of a glittering yellow, and a yellow beak half as long as martin's arm, with a huge vulture-like hook at the end. now when this mighty bird swooped close down over his head, fanning him with its immense wings, martin again began to be alarmed at its formidable appearance; and as more and more birds came, with more of the big kind, and the wild outcry they made increased, his fear and astonishment grew; then all at once these feelings rose to extreme terror and amazement at the sight of a new bird-like creature a thousand times bigger than the largest one in the circling crowd above, coming swiftly towards him. he saw that it was not flying but swimming or gliding over the surface of the sea; and its body was black, and above the body were many immense white wings of various shapes, which stood up like a white cloud.
overcome with terror he fell flat on the raft, hiding his face in the brown seaweed that covered it; then in a few minutes the sea became agitated and rocked him in his raft, and a wave came over him which almost swept him into the sea. at the[182] same time the outcry of the birds were redoubled until he was nearly deafened by their screams, and the screams seemed to shape themselves into words. "martin! martin!" the birds seemed to be screaming. "look up, martin, look up, look up!" the whole air above and about him seemed to be full of the cries, and every cry said to him, "martin! martin! look up! look up!"
although dazed with the awful din and almost fainting with terror and weakness, he could not resist the command. pressing his hands on the raft he at last struggled up to his knees, and saw that the feared bird-like monster had passed him by: he saw that it was a ship with a black hull, its white sails spread, and that the motion of the water and the wave that swept over him had been created by the ship as it came close to the raft. it was now rapidly gliding from him, but still very near, and he saw a crowd of strange-looking rough men, with sun-browned faces and long hair and shaggy beards, leaning over the bulwarks staring at him. they had seen with astonishment the corpse, as they thought, of a little naked white boy lying on the old black raft, with a multitude of sea-birds gathered to feed on him; now when they saw him get up on his knees and look at them, they uttered a great cry, and began rushing excitedly hither and thither, to pull at ropes and lower a boat. martin did not know what they were doing; he only knew that they were men in a ship, but he was now too weak and worn-out to look at or think of more than one thing at a[183] time, and what he was looking at now was the birds. for no sooner had he looked up and seen the ship than their wild cries ceased, and they rose up and up like a white cloud to scatter far and wide over sky and sea. for some moments he continued watching them, listening to their changed voices, which now had a very soft and pleasant sound, as if they were satisfied and happy. it made him happy to hear them, and he lifted his hands up and smiled; then, relieved of his terror and overcome with weariness, he closed his eyes and dropped once more full length upon his bed of wet seaweed. at that the men stared into each other's face, a very strange startled look coming into their eyes. and no wonder! for long, long months, running to years, they had been cruising in those lonely desolate seas, thousands of miles from home, seeing no land nor any green thing, nor dear face of woman or child: and now by some strange chance a child had come to them, and even while they were making all haste to rescue it, putting their arms out to take it from the sea, its life had seemingly been snatched from them!
but he was only sleeping.
