that i should get to the steamer that night i knew was clean impossible, for she lay a long way off from me, and that i had seen her funnel at all was due to the mere happy accident of its standing for that single minute directly between me and the setting sun. i did hope, though, that by pressing hard toward her i might fetch aboard of some vessel not long wrecked on which i would find eatable food; yet in this i was disappointed, the shadows coming down on me so fast that i was forced in a little while to pull up short—stopping while still a little daylight remained so that i might stow myself the more comfortably for the night.
as to looking for provender on the little old ship that i settled to camp on, i knew that it was useless. from her build i fixed her as belonging to the beginning of the present century, and from her depth in the wreck-pack she probably had met her death-storm not less than threescore years before; and so what provisions she had carried long since had wasted away. yet there was a chance that i might find some spirits aboard of her—which would be a poor substitute for food, but better than nothing—and i hurried to have a look in her cabin before darkness settled down.
the cabin hatch was closed, and as it was both locked and swelled with moisture i could not budge it; but two or three kicks sent the doors beneath the hatch flying and so opened an entrance for me—that i was slow to make use of because of a heavy musty stench which poured out from that shut up place and made me turn a little sick, as i got my first strong whiff of it. indeed, i was so faint and so hungry that i was in no condition to stand up against that curiously vile smell. to lessen it, by getting a current of air into the cabin, i smashed in the little skylight—over which some ropes were stretched and still held the remnant of a tarpaulin, that must have been set in place while the storm was blowing which sent the ship to her account; and this so far improved matters that presently i was able to go down the companion-way, though the stench still was horridly strong.
at the bottom of the stair, the light being faint, i tripped over something; and looking down saw bones lying there with a sort of fungus partly covering them, and to the skull there still clung a mat of woolly hair plaited here and there into little braids: by which, and by the size of the bones, it seemed that a negro woman must have been left fastened into the cabin to die there after the crew had been washed overboard or had taken to the boats. but even then the business in which the ship had been engaged did not occur to me; and after hesitating for a moment i went on into the cabin, and looked about me as well as i could in the twilight for the case of bottles that i hoped to find.
the case was there, as i was pretty certain that it would be, such provision rarely being absent from old-time vessels, but all the bottles had been taken from it except an empty one—which looked as though the cabin had been opened at the last moment to fetch out supplies for the boats, and then deliberately locked fast again with the poor woman inside: an act so barbarous that it did not seem possible unless a crew of out and out devils had been in charge of the ancient craft. however, the matter which just then most concerned me was the liquor that i was in search of, that i might a little stay my stomach with it against the hunger that was tormenting me; and so i ransacked the lockers that ran across the stern of the ship and across a part of the bulkhead forward, in the faint hope that i might come upon another supply—but my search was a vain one, two of the lockers having only some mouldy clothing in them, and all the rest being filled with arms. the stock of muskets and pistols and cutlasses was so large, so far beyond any honest traders needs, that i could not at all account for it: until the thought occurred to me that the vessel i had come aboard of had been a pirate—and that notion seemed to fit in pretty well with her crew having gone off and left the poor woman locked up in the cabin to starve. however, as i found out a little later, while my guess was a close one it still was wrong.
the four bunks, two on each side, were not enclosed, and the only door opening from the cabin was in the bulkhead forward—and worth trying because it might lead to a store-room, i thought. it was a very stout-looking door, and across it, resting in strong iron catches, were two heavy wooden bars. these puzzled me a good deal, there being no sense in barring the outside of a store-room door in that fashion, since the door did not seem to be locked and anybody could lift the bars away. however, i got them out of their sockets without much difficulty; and after a good deal of tugging at a ring made fast in it i got the door open too—and instantly i was thrust back from the opening by an outpouring of the same vile heavy musty stench that had come up from the cabin when i staved in the hatch, only this was still ranker and more vile. and i found that the door did not lead into a little store-room, as i had fancied, but right through from the cabin to the ship's main-deck—that stretched away forward in a gloomy tunnel, as black as a cellar on a rainy night, into which i could see only for four or five yards. indeed, but for the way that the ship chanced to be lying—with her stern toward the west, so that a good deal of light came in through the broken skylight from the ruddy sunset—i could not have seen into it at all.
but i saw far enough, and more than far enough—and the sight that i looked on sent all over me a creeping chill. wherever the light went, skeletons were lying—with a fungus growth on the bones that gave a horrid effect of scraps of flesh still clinging to them, and the loose-lying skulls (of which a couple were close by the doorway) were covered still with a matting of woolly hair. and i could tell from the tangle that the skeletons were in—though also lying in some sort of orderly rows, because of the chains which held them fast—that the poor wretches to whom they had belonged had writhed and struggled over each other in their agony: and i could fancy what a hell that black place must have been while death was doing his work among them, they all squirming together like worms in a pot; and it seemed to me that i could hear their yells and howls—at first loud and terrible, and then growing fainter and fainter until they came to be but low groans of misery that at last ended softly in dying sighs.
the horror of it all came home to me so sharply, after i had stood there at the doorway for a moment or two held fast by a sort of ghastly fascination, that i gave a yell myself as keen and as loud as any which the poor blacks had uttered; and with that i turned about and dashed up the companionway to the deck as hard as i could go. nor could i bear to abide on the slave-ship, nor even near her, for the night. very little light was left to me, but i made the most of it and went scrambling from hulk to hulk until i had put a good distance behind me—so that i not only could not see her but could not tell certainly, having twisted and turned a dozen times in my scurrying flight, in which direction she lay. and being thus rid of her, i fairly dropped—so weak and so wearied was i—on the deck of the vessel that i had come to, and lay there for a while resting, with my breath coming and going in panting sobs.
what sort of a craft i had fetched aboard of i did not dare to try to find out. going any farther then was impossible, the twilight having slipped away almost into darkness, and whatever she might be i had to make the best of her for the night. and so i settled myself into a corner well up in her bows—that i might be as far away as possible from any grisly things that might be hid in her cabin—and did my best to go to sleep. but it was a long while, utterly weary though i was, before sleep would come to me. my stomach, being pretty well reconciled by that time to emptiness, did not bother me much; but my frightened rush away from that sickening charnel-house had left me greatly tormented by thirst, and my mind was so fevered by the horror of what i had seen that for a long while i could not stop making pictures to myself of the black wretches, chained and imprisoned, writhing under the torture of starvation and at last dying desperate in the dark. and when sleep did come to me i still had the same loathsome horrors with me in my dreams.
