the storm and the wreck.
guy foster, clad in a sou’-wester hat and oilskin coat, stood at the end of the pier of ramsgate harbour, with his sweet wife, lucy, clinging to his arm, and a sturdy boy of about four years old, holding on with one hand to the skirts of his coat, and with the other grasping the sleeve of his silver-haired grandsire, mr burton.
it was night, and a bitter gale was blowing from the north-east, accompanied by occasional showers, of sleet. crowds of seamen and others stood on the pier eagerly watching the lifeboat, which was being got ready to put off to sea.
“it is too cold for you, darling,” said guy, as he felt lucy’s arm tremble.
“oh no! i should like to stay,” said lucy, anxiously. just then a tremendous wave burst on the massive stone pier, and a shower of spray fell upon the crowd. lucy and her companions received a copious share of it.
“you are wet through, dear, and so is charlie,” said guy, remonstratively.
“well, i will go home, but you must come with us, papa. guy wants to remain, i know.”
the missionary gave his daughter his arm, and led her away, while guy, pushing through the crowd, soon stood beside the lifeboat, the crew of which, already encased in their cork life-belts, were hastily taking their places.
“there goes another rocket,” cried one of those on the look-out; “it’s from the north-s’n’-head light.”
“look alive, lads,” cried the coxswain of the boat, more to relieve his feelings than to hurry the men, who were already doing their best.
the shrill note of a steam-whistle was heard at this moment, its piercing sound rising high above the shriek of the gale and the roaring of the sea. it was a signal from the steam-tug appointed to attend on the lifeboat, and told that steam was up and all ready to put to sea.
put to sea on such a night! with the waves bursting in thunder on the shore, the foam seething like milk beneath, the wind shrieking like ten thousand fiends above, and the great billows lifting up their heads, as they came rolling in from the darkness of erebus that lay incumbent on the raging sea beyond.
ay, a landsman might have said “madness” with reason. even a seaman might have said that without much apparent impropriety. but the boatmen of ramsgate held a different opinion! the signal gun had been fired, the rocket had gone up, a wreck was known to be on the fatal goodwin sands, and they were as eager to face the storm as if encountering danger and facing death were pleasant pastime.
as the oars were about to be shipped, one of the crew stumbled, and struck his head so violently against the bollard, that he fell stunned into the bottom of the boat. guy saw the accident as he stood on the edge of the pier. a sudden impulse seized him. at one bound he passed from the pier to the boat, which was already some half-dozen feet away, and took the seat and oar of the injured man. in the confusion and darkness, the others thought he was one of the supernumerary boatmen, and took no further notice of him. the boat was shoved back, the life-jacket was transferred to guy, and the boatman was put ashore.
a few strokes brought the boat alongside the steam-tug.
“heave the warp! make fast! all right, steam a-head!”
the whistle shrieked again, the warp tautened, and tug and lifeboat made for the mouth of the harbour. as they passed out an inspiring cheer was given by the crowd, and a rocket streamed up from the pier-head to signal the lightship that assistance was on the way.
the lifeboat which thus gallantly put off to the rescue in a storm so wild that no ordinary boat could have faced it for a moment without being swamped, was a celebrated one which had recently been invented and placed at this station—where it still lies, and may be recognised by its white sides and peculiar build.
its history is interesting. in the year 1851 the duke of northumberland, then president of the lifeboat institution, offered a prize of 100 pounds for the best model of a lifeboat. the result was that 280 models and plans were sent to somerset house for examination. the prize was awarded to mr james beeching, boat-builder at great yarmouth, who was ordered to construct a boat, after the pattern of his model, 36 feet long, with 12 oars.
the boat was built, and was found to be the most perfect of its kind that had ever been launched. it was the first self-righting boat ever constructed.
the three great points to be attained in the construction of a lifeboat are: buoyancy, the power of righting itself if upset, and the power of emptying itself if filled with water. up to this date the lifeboats of the kingdom were possessed of only the first quality. they could not be sunk; that was all. of course that was a great deal, but it was far from sufficient. mr beeching’s boat united all three qualities.
its self-righting principle was effected by means of two raised air-cases, one at the stem, the other at the stern, and a heavy metal keel. when overturned, the boat attempted, as it were, to rest on its two elevated cases, but these, being buoyant, resisted this effort, and turned the boat over on its side; the action being further assisted by the heavy keel, which had a tendency to drag the bottom downwards. thus the upper part of the boat was raised by one action, and the bottom part depressed by the other, the result being that the boat righted itself immediately. in fact, its remaining in an inverted position was an impossibility.
the self-emptying principle was accomplished by the introduction of six self-acting valves into the bottom of the boat, through which the water, when shipped, ran back into the sea! when we first heard of this we were puzzled, reader, as doubtless you are, for it occurred to us that any hole made in a boat’s bottom would inevitably let water in instead of out! the difficulty was cleared up when we saw the model. beeching’s boat had a double floor, the upper one raised to a little above the level of the sea. the escapes were short metal pipes, the upper openings of which were fitted into holes in the upper floor. the lower ends passed through the bottom of the boat. the valves of the top opened downward, but could not be opened upwards, so that the rushing of the sea into the pipes from below was checked, but the rushing in of the sea from above pressed the valves open, and allowed the water to run out, in accordance with the well-known law that water must find its level. thus, the upper floor being above the level of the sea, all the water ran out.
boats on this principle, modified in some of the details by mr peake, of her majesty’s dockyard at woolwich, are now adopted by the lifeboat institution. they right themselves in less than a minute, and free themselves of water in about the same time.
besides the above advantages, mr beeching’s boat was fitted with the usual air-cases round the sides, and with a thick stripe of cork outside the gunwale; also with lines hanging over the sides in festoons, so that any one in the water, using them as stirrups, might get into the boat with ease. she was further provided with an anchor and cable; with strong but light lines attached to grappling irons at the bow and stern, which, when thrown into the rigging or upon a wreck, might fasten themselves to the ship and retain the boat without any other aid; also with a life-buoy, and a lantern for night work, besides numerous small articles.
this boat was purchased by the harbour commissioners of ramsgate, and anchored close to the pier, in connexion with a powerful steam-tug (the fires of which were never allowed to die down), ready at any moment to fly to the rescue, on the signal of distress being given. this is the boat whose splendid deeds have so frequently of late drawn the attention and compelled the admiration of the whole country; and it was this boat that issued from ramsgate harbour on the wild night referred to at the beginning of this chapter.
both tide and wind were dead against them as they issued from the shelter of the pier and met the storm, but the steamer was very powerful; it buffeted the billows bravely, and gradually gained the neighbourhood of the sands, where the breakers and cross seas beat so furiously that their noise, mingled with the blast, created a din which can only be described as a prolonged and hideous roar.
the night was extremely dark, and bitterly cold. heavy seas continually burst over the steamer’s bulwarks, and swept her deck from stem to stern. the little lifeboat, far astern, was dragged by the strong hawser through a wild turmoil of water and spray. the men nestling under the gunwales clung to the thwarts and maintained their position, although sea after sea broke over them and well nigh washed them out.
at length they reached the light-ship; hailed her and were told that the wreck was on a high part of the shingles, bearing north-west from the light. away they went in that direction, but, being unable to find her, made their way to the prince’s light-ship, where they were told there was a large ship on the girdler. once more they steamed in the direction indicated, and soon discovered the wreck by the tar-barrels which she was burning. just as they sighted her an enormous sea broke over the steamer with such violence as to stop her way for a moment, and cause her strong frame to quiver.
“look out, lads!” cried the coxswain of the lifeboat, as the black water loomed up between them and the tug.
the men grasped the thwarts more firmly as a tremendous sea filled the boat to the gunwale. at this moment the checked steamer again leaped on her way; the stout hawser parted like a piece of twine, and the lifeboat was left behind. hoisting the corner of its small sail they made for the wreck. no time was lost in bailing, as would have been the case with the boats of former years; a few seconds sufficed to empty her.
the wind was now blowing a complete hurricane with a terrific sea on, the horrors of which were increased by the darkness of the night, so that it was with the utmost difficulty they succeeded in getting alongside. the wreck was a coasting vessel with a crew of eighteen men. there were no women or children, so they were got into the boat without much loss of time, and safely conveyed to the tug which lay to for her little consort, about three-quarters of a mile off.
the lifeboat was again taken in tow, and they proceeded together towards ramsgate, when another gun and signal-rocket recalled them to continue their arduous duties.
the sleet of a winter’s night beat furiously in the faces of these boatmen, as already much exhausted, they once again faced the storm. but the streaming rocket and the signal-gun seemed to infuse new life and vigour into their hardy frames. out to sea they went again, and, having approached as near as they dared to the breakers, worked their way along the edge of the sands, keeping a bright look-out for the vessel in distress. up and down they cruised, but nothing could be seen of her.
at last, on the eastern side of the sands, they descried a large ship looming against the dark sky.
“there she is!” shouted the coxswain.
the hawser was slipt, and the boat, detached from her bulky companion, pushed into the very vortex of the breakers.
to say that no other boat could have lived in such a sea, would convey but a faint notion of the powers of this boat. any one of the deluging billows that again and again overwhelmed her would have swamped the best and largest boat that was ever launched, and, although the old lifeboats might have floated, they certainly could not have made much progress in such a sea, owing to the difficulty of getting rid of the water. but the ramsgate boat was empty a few seconds after being filled. the men had to take no thought as to this, except to see to it that they should not be washed out of her.
on getting alongside, they found the wreck to be a very large ship. its black hull towered high above them, and the great yards swayed with fearful violence over their heads. a single glance showed that she was crowded with men and women.
the grapnels were thrown, and guy starting up, seized the immense boat-hook, used by lifeboats, and stood ready to hook on to the rigging. he succeeded in fixing the hook, but a violent lurch of the ship tore the handle out of his grasp and cast him into the bottom of the boat. just then a man was seen to run out on the main-yard, and slip down by a rope close to the sea. the boat sheered up towards him, and several arms were stretched out to save; but the boat glided away and the succeeding wave engulfed him. only for a second however. when it passed the man was still seen clinging to the rope; the boat once again sheered up so close that he was induced to let go his hold. he dropped into the sea close alongside, caught one of the life-lines, and next instant was in the boat.
“all right! give me the boat-hook,” he cried, seizing the handle as he spoke, and affixing it with the strength of a giant to the chains of the ship.
the tone of this man’s voice thrilled to guy’s heart. he sprang forward and seized him by the arm. one glance was sufficient.
“bax!”
“guy!”
there was no time for more. the astonishment of both was extreme, as may well be supposed, and that of guy was much increased when he heard another familiar voice shout—
“all right, bax?”
“all right, tommy; let them look alive with the women and children; get up a light if you can.” there were others in the lifeboat who recognised these voices, but life and death were trembling in the balance at that moment; they dared not unbend their attention from the one main object for an instant.
some one in the “trident” (for it was indeed that ill-fated ship) seemed to have anticipated bax’s wish. just as he spoke, a torch made of tar and oakum was lighted, and revealed the crowded decks, the raging sea that sought to swallow them up, and the lifeboat surging violently alongside. it was an appalling scene: the shrieks of the women and children, mingled with the howling wind, the rush of the waves on the ship’s side, and the shouting of men, created a din so horrible that many a stout heart quailed. fortunately the men who were the most active in the work of saving others were so taken up with what they were about, that there was no room for thought of personal danger.
the first human being placed in the boat was a little child. its mother, despairing of being saved herself, pressed through the crowd, held her little one over the side, and cried out “save my child!” bax leaped on the air-chamber at the bow of the boat, and grasping the shoulder of a boatman with one hand, stretched out the other towards the child; but the boat swooped forward and brought him close under the chains, where a sailor held a woman suspended in his arm, ready to drop her into the boat when it should come close alongside. it did not, however, approach sufficiently near. the next wave carried them back, and enabled bax to seize the child and lay it in a place of safety. the mother was soon beside it, and in a short time the boat was quite filled.
bax then leaped into the mizzen-chains, the lifeboat pushed off, and conveyed her cargo to the steam-tug. they took off 25 women and children the first trip. the steamer then towed the boat into position, to enable her again to make straight for the wreck. by this means much valuable time was saved, and more trips were made than could have been accomplished in the time by any lifeboat without the aid of a steamer.
all the women and children, and some of the male passengers, had been safely conveyed to the tug, when an accident happened which well-nigh destroyed the boat. this was the sudden falling of the mainmast of the “trident.” with a rending crash it fell on the boat, overturned it, and held it down, so that its self-righting principle was neutralised. the crew being secured against sinking by their life-jackets, succeeded in clambering into the ship—many of them more or less bruised and cut. the coxswain, however, did not appear; he seemed to have been lost.
“he’s under the boat!” gasped guy, who having been entangled in the wreck of the mast was the last to get on board.
“axes, men!” shouted the captain of the “trident.”
“a hundred pounds to the man who saves him!” cried a voice from the quarter-deck.
who is this that is so liberal of his gold at a time when a hundred thousand pounds could not avail to save one hair of his own head? he clings to the mizzen-shrouds with a face so ashy pale that guy foster scarce recognises his own uncle! ah! denham, you have seen a storm and a wreck at last, in circumstances you little dreamed of when, years ago, guy predicted that you would “change your mind” in regard to these matters; and it would seem that your experience has done you no little good!
but, although mr denham shouted his best, no one heard him. not the less on that account, however, did the strong men wield their axes and hew asunder the tough ropes and spars. bax, as usual, was prominent in action. he toiled as if for life; and so it was for life, though not his own. small was the hope, yet it was enough to justify the toil. the curvature of the lifeboat was so great that it was possible a portion of air sufficient to maintain life might be confined within it. and so it turned out. for twenty minutes they toiled; the boat was finally cleared; bax struck the blow that set it free, and dragged the coxswain out as it turned over. he was found to be alive though almost exhausted!
once more they pushed off with a full load of human beings. among them were mr denham, bax, and tommy bogey. the greater part of the crew, and some of the male passengers, still remained in the wreck awaiting their turn.
when the boat had advanced about a hundred yards a cry of distress was heard, but the noise of wind and waves was so great that they thought it might have been mere imagination. nevertheless, so much were they impressed, that the coxswain put about and returned towards the wreck. too soon they discovered that it had been the death-cry of those who were left behind, for not a vestige of the “trident” remained! the ill-fated vessel had been suddenly broken up and utterly swept away!
in their anxiety to save any who might yet survive, and be clinging to portions of the wreck, the boat cruised about for some time, and her captain was tempted to advance too far over the dangerous shoals. she struck suddenly with great violence, and remained fast on the sands. the utmost efforts were made to haul off, but in vain. the boat was hurled again and again on the ridges of sand;—passed over several of them, and became hopelessly entangled.
those well-known ripples that one sees on the shore, are, on the goodwin sands, magnified from an inch to nearly three feet. over these the boat now began to surge.
“hoist the sail! up with it!” cried the coxswain as they suddenly passed into deeper water. some of the men began to hope that they had crossed the shoals, but they were mistaken.
the order was obeyed, and the boat rushed forward wildly, with its lee gunwale buried deep in the sea; another moment and it struck again with tremendous violence. those on board would have been torn out of her had they not clung to the seats with the energy of despair. it now became clear to all who knew the locality, that there was no alternative for them but to beat right across the sands. the violence of the gale had increased. the night was pitchy dark, and the fearful shocks with which they struck the gigantic ripples on the banks, sent despair to the hearts of all, except the crew of the boat. these, knowing her capabilities, retained a vestige of hope.
bax, being ignorant on this point, had given up all hope. he clung to the bollard, close beside the coxswain.
“it’s all over with us at last,” he said, as the boat struck heavily, and was then lifted away on the crest of a roaring breaker.
“it may be so,” replied the coxswain, calmly; “but if we escape being dashed on the wrecks that are scattered over the sands, we may live it out yet.”
and what of mr denham, the head of the wealthy firm, who years ago had expressed the opinion that lifeboats were unnecessary, and that “those who devoted themselves to a sea-faring life ought to make up their minds to the chances and risks attending such a life”? what thought he as he lay there in the bottom of the boat—terrified almost to death; shaken and bruised by the repeated and awful shocks; chilled by the intense cold, and drenched to the skin, with just enough life left to enable him to cling to a thwart;—what thought he on that terrible night?
perchance he thought of his former life of pride, selfishness, and indifference to the woes of others. perhaps he reflected that his own neglect in other days had something to do with his being here now. whatever he thought he spoke not. his face was deadly pale. his lips were blue. he crouched, a hopeless, a helpless, and a pitiful object, in the bottom of the lifeboat.
presently they struck again. crash! every timber groaned as the boat turned broadside to the sea, which made a clear breach over her. the coxswain and bax alone stood up, both holding on to the mizzen-mast. the rest clung on as they best could to the thwarts, sometimes buried in water, often with only their heads above it. the tide was making, and as the boat passed each shoal the bow lifted first and swung round—then the stern, and it was clear again; but only to be hurled on the next ridge, when the sea once more burst over it, sweeping away everything that was loose.
it became necessary to alter the trim of the boat by moving some of the men from one part to another. the coxswain shouted the order, but only guy foster and two others were able to obey. all that the rest could do was to hold on with iron grasp for bare life. with some this had become the involuntary clutch of despair.
thus on they went crashing and jerking from bank to bank amid the raging wind and surf and bitter cold. none save a lifeboat could have survived. to bax it seemed miraculous.
“what are you doin’?” said he to one of the men near him.
“i’m takin’ off my life-belt,” he replied; “it’ll be over all the quicker, and i don’t want to be beatin’ about over the sands alive or dead longer than i can help; the sooner i go to the bottom the better.”
bax tried to cheer this man, but in vain. at first a few of the more sanguine spirits among them had endeavoured to cheer their comrades, but as time wore on their efforts ceased. all gave themselves up for lost, and no word was spoken by any one, save at long intervals, when a brief sharp cry of agonising prayer escaped from those who looked to god for consolation. thus for two hours they beat over the sands—a distance of nearly two miles—each moment expecting to be overturned or dashed to pieces on some of the old wrecks. all this time the noble-hearted coxswain remained at his post, and bax stood—hopeless indeed, yet watchful, beside him.
suddenly the beating from ridge to ridge ceased. the boat swung into deep water, and rushed on her wild career over the foam! those who were not utterly exhausted noticed the fact, and began to show symptoms of reviving hope and activity. others, thoroughly worn out, remained utterly indifferent to the change.
yes, the great danger was past! sail was quickly made. the storm was still wild as ever, but with sufficient water below her, winds and waves were powerless for evil to the lifeboat. rushing through the surf, she soon gained the harbour of ramsgate, and all on board were landed in safety.
ay, reader, but the seeds of death had been sown that night. the boatmen returned to their homes, and the saved passengers and crew of the “trident” were cared for by the authorities of the town, but one sad result was that several of those who had so nobly risked their lives to save others, never recovered from the effects of the sixteen hours of exposure to that pitiless storm.
another and a glorious result was, that a hundred and twenty souls were snatched from a watery grave.
