while the building of the new lighthouse was being thus calmly discussed on shore, out at the eddystone the wild waves were lashing themselves into fierce fury, as if they had got wind of what was being done, and had hurried from all ends of the sea to interdict proceedings. in hurrying to the field of battle these wild waves indulged in a little of their favourite pastime. they caught up two unfortunate vessels—a large west indiaman and a man-of-war’s tender—and bore them triumphantly towards the fatal rock. it seemed as though the waves regarded these as representative vessels, and meant thus to cast the royal and the merchant navies on the eddystone, by way, as it were, of throwing down the gauntlet to presumptuous man.
for want of the famous light the vessels bore straight down upon the rock, and the wild waves danced and laughed, and displayed their white teeth and their seething ire, as if in exultation at the thought of the shattered hulls and mangled corpses, which they hoped ere long to toss upon their crests.
fortunately, man was on the “look out!” the buss was tugging at her moorings off the rock, and some of the seamen and hands were perambulating the deck, wishing for settled weather, and trying to pierce the gloom by which they were surrounded. suddenly the two vessels were seen approaching. the alarm was given. those on board the doomed ships saw their danger when too late, and tried to sheer off the fatal spot, but their efforts were fruitless. the exulting waves hurried them irresistibly on. in this extremity the eddystone men leaped into their yawl, pushed off, and succeeded in towing both vessels out of danger; at once demonstrating the courage of english hearts and the need there was for english hands to complete the work on which they were then engaged.
next day mr smeaton came off to visit the rock, and the news of the rescue served him for a text on which to preach a lay-sermon as to the need of every man exerting himself to the uttermost in a work which was so obviously a matter of life and death. it was, however, scarcely necessary to urge these men, for they were almost all willing. but not all; in nearly every flock there is a black sheep or so, that requires weeding out. there were two such sheep among the builders of the eddystone. being good at everything, smeaton was a good weeder. he soon had them up by the roots and cast out. a foreman proved to be disorderly, and tried to make the men promise, “that if he should be discharged they would all follow him.” smeaton at once assembled the men and gave orders that such of them as had any dependence on, or attachment to, the refractory foreman, should take up his tools and follow him. only one did so—the rest stood firm.
at this time the weather was very unsettled, and the work progressed slowly. once or twice it was still further retarded, by men who should have known better, in the following manner:
one evening one of the lighthouse boats was boarded by a cutter, the officer in charge of which proceeded to “impress” several of the men into the navy.
“it’s to be pressed we are,” murmured teddy maroon to one of his mates, in a vexed tone, “sure the tater-heads might know we’ve got an admiralty protection.”
whether the officer knew this or not, it was evident that he had overheard the remark, for, after selecting two of the best men, he turned, and, pointing to maroon, said aloud:—
“let that tater-head also jump on board. he’s not worth much, but the service is in want of powder-monkeys just now. perhaps he’ll do. if not, i’ll send him back.”
thus was the poor irishman carried off with his two mates to fight the battles of his country! in a few days, however, they were all sent back, and the indiscreet officer who had impressed them got a reprimand for his pains. after the first season they had no further interruptions from this source.
large mainsails were given them for their boats, with a lighthouse painted on each, and every man obtained besides a silver medal of exemption from impressment.
but this was only the commencement of poor teddy’s “throubles” at that time. he had scarcely returned to his work when a new one overtook him. this was, however, in the way of business.
“teddy, my fine fellow,” said richardson, the foreman, as they stood on the deck of the buss holding on to the mizzen shrouds, “it’s quite clear to me that with the wind dead against them like this, the relief boat with hill’s company won’t be able to get off, and as we’re short of provisions, i mean to take the big yawl and go ashore with my gang. as the best men are always chosen for posts of danger, i shall leave you in charge of the buss with two hands—smart and bowden;—both stanch fellows as you know.”
“i’m your servant, sir,” said teddy, “only if the best men are wanted here, hadn’t you better stop yourself, an’ i’ll take the rest ashore?”
richardson did not see his way to this, though he acknowledged the compliment, and that evening teddy found himself in command of the despised buss, with half a gale blowing, and, as he observed, “more where that came from.”
teddy was right, “more” did come, and kept him and his mates idle prisoners for a week. indeed the whole of that month had been so stormy that from the 16th to the 30th only twenty hours’ work had been done on the rock.
during six days the three men stuck to their post, but at the end of that time teddy called a council of war.
“gintlemen,” said he, ”(for men in our pursition must be purlite to sich other), it’s our dooty to stick by this here tub so long’s it’s of any use to do so; but as she seems to be well able to look after herself, an’ our purvisions has come down to the last ounce, it’s my opinion—founded on profound meditations over me last pipe—that we’d better go ashore.”
to this speech john bowden replied “i’m agreeable, for it’s not my dooty to starve myself.”
william smart, however, intimated that he was “disagreeable.”
“because,” said he, “its blowin’ great guns, an’ looks as if it meant to go on, which is not a state of weather suitable for goin’ over a dozen miles of sea in a small open boat, without even a mast or a rag of sail to bless herself with.”
“pooh!” exclaimed maroon, contemptuously; “a blanket’ll make the best of sails.”
“ay,” added bowden, “and an oar will do well enough for a mast—anyhow we’ll try, for most votes carry in all well-regulated meetin’s.”
this plan, although attended with considerable danger, was finally agreed to, and forthwith acted on.
that afternoon the men on shore observed a very robinson-crusoe-like boat coming in from the sea with an oar-mast and a blanket-sail, from which landed “captain” teddy maroon and his two mates. the same evening, however, the wind moderated and shifted a little, so that the relief boat, with provisions and the gang of men whose turn it was to do duty in the store-ship, succeeded in getting off and reaching their buss in safety.
the weather became so bad soon after this that smeaton thought it wise to bring his operations for that season to a close. accordingly, on the 7th november, he visited the rock, which had been cut into a regular floor of successive terraces or steps, and was considerably larger in circumference than the foundation on which rudyerd’s building had rested. on the 15th the buss sailed into plymouth, the men having run out of provisions, and having been unable to do anything on the rock.
a great storm raged on the 22nd. on the previous day smeaton had gone off in the buss to attach a buoy to the mooring chains for that winter. the task was laborious, and when it was completed they found it impossible to return to plymouth, owing to the miserable sailing qualities of their vessel. there was nothing for it but to cast loose and run before the wind. while doing so they snapt the painter of the yawl, and lost it.
thus they were, as it were, cast adrift upon the sea with neither maps, charts, books, nor instruments to guide them. no alarm, however, was felt, the neighbouring headlands being bold, and all on board having previously been at fowey, to which port smeaton now gave orders to steer.
wet and worn out with labour, he then went below to snatch a few hours’ repose. in the night he was awakened by a tremendous noise overhead. the men were rushing about the deck, and shouting wildly. he sprang up without dressing. a voice, exclaiming, “for god’s sake heave hard on that rope if you want to save yourselves!” saluted him as he gained the deck. roaring wind, a deluge of rain, and pitch darkness held revel on the sea; but above the din was heard the dreaded sound of breakers close under their lee. the jib was split, the mainsail half-lowered, and the vessel running gunwale under. by vigorous and well-directed action, in which john bowden proved himself to be one of those men who are towers of strength in emergencies, the head of the buss was brought round, and the immediate danger averted, but they had no idea where they were, and when day broke on the 23rd they found themselves out of sight of land! their last boat, also, had filled while towing astern, and had to be cut adrift. at noon, however; they sighted the land’s end—the wind blowing hard from the nor’-east.
“no chance o’ making a british port in this wind with such a vessel, sir,” said john bowden, touching his cap respectfully to mr smeaton.
“as well try to bate to win’ard in me grandmother’s wash-tub,” remarked teddy maroon, in a disrespectful tone.
smeaton, agreeing with them, lay-to the whole of the 24th, and then, casting anchor, debated whether it were better to make for the coast of france or try to reach the scilly islands. fortunately a change of wind on the 25th enabled them to weigh anchor and run back to plymouth rejoicing; and vowing, as john bowden said, never more to venture out to sea in a buss! they reached the harbour at six in the morning, to the intense relief of their friends, who had given them up for lost.
thus ended the first season—1756.
