Outward Bound
: The Great White QueenHOW, trembling lest we should be discovered, we left Eastbourne by train
two hours later--Kouaga joining the train at Polegate so as to avoid
notice--how the Grand Vizier of Mo purchased our travelling necessities
in London; how we travelled to Liverpool by the night mail, and how we
embarked upon the steamer Gambia, it is unnecessary to relate in
detail. Suffice it to say that within twenty-four hours of meeting the
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everything was spick and span. Kouaga had engaged a cabin for our
exclusive use, and the captain himself had evidently ascertained that
Omar was a person of importance, for in passing us on deck he paused to
chat affably, and express a hope that we should find the voyage a
pleasant one.
"Your coloured servant has told me your destination," he said, addressing
Omar. "We can't land you there on account of the surf, but I understand a
boat from shore will be on the look-out. If it isn't, well, you'll have
to go on to Cape Coast Castle."
"The boat will be in readiness," Omar said smiling. "If it isn't, those
in charge will pay dearly for it. You know what I mean."
The Captain laughed, drew his finger across his throat, and nodded.
"Yes," he said. "I've heard that in your country life is held cheap. I
fancy I'd rather be on my bridge than a resident in the Naya's capital.
But I see I'm wanted. Good-bye," and he hurried away to shout some order
to the men who were busy stowing the last portion of the cargo.
As we leaned over the rail watching the bustle on board the steam tender
that lay bobbing up and down at our side, we contemplated the
consternation of old Trigger when he found us missing. No doubt a hue and
cry would be at once raised, but as several persons we knew had seen us
walking towards the Belle Tout, it would, without a doubt, be surmised
that we had been drowned while bathing. The only thing we regretted was
that we had not left some portion of our clothing on the beach to give
verisimilitude to the suggestion. However, we troubled ourselves not one
whit about the past. I was glad to escape from the doom of the gas-lit
cellar, and was looking forward with keen anticipation to a new life in
that mystic country, Africa.
At last there was shouting from the bridge, the tender cast off, the bell
in the engine-room gave four strokes, the signal for full-speed ahead,
and ere long we were steaming past that clanging beacon the Bell Buoy,
and heading for the open sea. The breeze began to whistle around us, the
keen-eyed old pilot tightened his scarf around his throat, and carefully
we sped along past the Skerries until we slowed off Holyhead, where he
shook hands with the captain, and with a hearty "good-bye" swung himself
over the bulwarks into the heavy old boat that had come alongside. Thus
was severed the last link that bound us to England.
Standing up in his boat he waved us a farewell, while our captain, his
hands behind him, took charge of the ship and shouted an order.
Ting-ting-ting-ting sounded the bell below, and a moment later we were
moving away into the fast falling night. For a long time we remained on
deck with Kouaga, watching the distant shore of Wales fade into the banks
of mist, while now and then a brilliant light would flash its warning to
us and then die out again as suddenly as it had appeared. We had plenty
of passengers on board, mostly merchants and their families going out to
the "Coast," one or two Government officials, engineers and prospectors,
and during the first night all seemed bustle and confusion. Stewards were
ordered here and there, loud complaints were heard on every side, threats
were made to report trivialities to the captain, and altogether there was
plenty to amuse us.
Next day, however, when we began to bow gracefully to the heavy swell of
the Atlantic the majority of the grumblers were glad enough to seek the
comfort and privacy of their berths and to remain there, for during the
two days that followed the waves ran mountains high, the wind howled, the
bulkheads creaked and the vessel made plunges so unexpectedly that to
stand was almost impossible. The great waves seemed to rush upon us as we
ploughed our way through them, sometimes burying our bows in foam and at
others striking us and lifting us high up, the shock almost causing us to
stop. The roar of the tempest seemed deafening, the ship's bell tolled
with regularity, but no one appeared in the saloon, and it seemed as if
the cook in his galley had little, if anything, to do.
"Never mind," I heard one officer say to another, as they lounged outside
their cabins off duty. "It'll give 'em their sea legs, and the weather
will be all right the other side of the Bay."
Both laughed. Sailors seem to enjoy the discomforts of passengers.
During those two days I think we were the only passengers who spent the
whole day on deck. Kouaga was a poor sailor and was in his bunk horribly
bad. When we visited him the whites of his eyes seemed perfectly green.
This was my first taste of a storm, and I must confess that I did not
enjoy it. I was not ill, but experienced a feeling the reverse of
comfortable. Through all, however, I congratulated myself that I had
actually left England, and was about to commence life in a new land. The
officer whose words I had overheard proved a prophet, for after three
days of bad weather we ran into blue water, calm as a mill-pond, the sun
shone out warm and bright, as quickly as the spirits of the passengers
had fallen they rose again, and a round of gaiety commenced that
continued unbroken until we left the vessel.
We touched at Funchal, a pretty town of white villas half hidden by the
surrounding greenery, and with others went ashore, but we were not there
more than a couple of hours, for soon the Blue-Peter was run to our
masthead as signal that the ship was about to sail, and we were compelled
to re-embark. Then a gun was fired on board, the crowd of small craft
around us that had put out for the purpose of selling the passengers
bananas, live birds, etc., sheered off, and very soon we had restarted
on our southward voyage.
Ere long, having passed the snow-capped peak of Teneriffe of which we had
heard so much at Trigger's, we entered the region of the trade-winds, and
the steamer, aided by its sails that were now spread, held rapidly on its
course rounding Cape Verd. For a day we anchored off Bathurst, then
steamed away past the many rocky islands off the coast of Guinea until we
touched Free Town, the capital of that unhealthy British colony Sierra
Leone. Anchoring there, we discharged some cargo, resuming our voyage in
a calm sea and perfect weather, and carefully avoiding the dangerous
shoals of St. Ann, we passed within sight of Sherboro Island, a British
possession, and also sighted Cape Mount, which Omar told me was in the
independent republic of Liberia. For several days after this we remained
out of sight of land until one afternoon, just about tea-time, the
captain came up to us, saying--
"We shall make the mouth of the Lahou River in about two hours, so you'd
better be prepared to leave. I'll keep a good look-out for your boat.
Have you had a pleasant voyage?"
"Very," we both replied in one voice.
"Glad of that," he said, and turning to Omar added, "you'll look after me
if ever I get up country as far as Mo, won't you?"
"Of course," my friend answered laughing. "If you come you shall have a
right royal welcome. Come at any time. You'll have nothing to fear when
once inside the borders of my mother's country."
"Ah, well. Perhaps I'll come some day, when I retire on my pension and
set up as an African chief--eh?"
We all laughed, and he ascended the steps again to the bridge.
Kouaga, in the meantime, was busy collecting our things, giving
gratuities to the stewards, and otherwise making preparations to leave.
For over two hours we eagerly watched in the direction of the shore,
being assisted by a crowd of passengers who had by this time learnt that
we were to be taken off.
The shore which slowly came into view as our eager eyes scanned the
horizon was the Ivory Coast, but the sun sank in a glorious blaze of
crimson, and dusk crept on, yet the captain, whose glasses continually
swept the sea, could distinguish no boat approaching us.
"I'm afraid," he shouted to us from the bridge, "their look-out is not
well kept. We'll have to take you along to Cape Coast, after all."
"Why not fire a gun, Captain?" suggested Kouaga, his words being
interpreted by Omar.
"Very well," he answered, and turning to the officer, he gave orders that
the signal gun should be fired three times at intervals.
Presently there was a puff of white smoke and the first loud report rang
out, making the vessel quiver beneath us. We waited, listening, but there
was no response. The light quickly faded, night cast her veil of darkness
over the sea, but we still stood in for the coast.
Again, about half-past nine, the gun belched forth a tongue of flame, and
the report sounded far over the silent waters. All was excitement on
deck, for it was a matter of speculation whether an answering shout or
gunshot could be heard above the roar and throbbing of the engines. Ten,
eleven o'clock passed, and presently the third gun was exploded so
suddenly that the ladies were startled. Again we listened, but could
hear nothing. Kouaga fumed and cursed the evil-spirit for our misfortune,
while Omar, finding that we were to be taken to Cape Coast Castle,
imparted to me his fear that the fortnight's delay it must necessarily
entail, would be fatal to his mother's plans.
We were hanging over the taffrail together gazing moodily into the
darkness, having given up all hope of getting ashore at the Lahou River,
when suddenly about half a mile from us we saw a flash, and the report of
a rifle reached us quite distinctly, followed by distant shouting.
"There they are!" cried Omar excitedly. "They've hailed us at last!"
But ere the words had fallen from his lips we heard the bell in the
engine-room ringing, and next second the steam was shut off and we
gradually hove to.
Kouaga was at our side almost immediately, and we found ourselves
surrounded by passengers taking leave of us. Our boxes were brought up by
a couple of sailors, and after about a quarter of an hour's wait, during
which time the vessel rose and fell with the swell, the craft that had
hailed us loomed up slowly in the darkness, amid the excited jabber of
her demoniac-looking crew.
She was a large native vessel, brig-rigged, and as dirty and
forbidding-looking a craft as you could well see anywhere. Kouaga hailed
one of the black, half-clad men on board, receiving a cheery answer, and
presently, having taken leave of the captain and those around us, we
climbed over the bulwarks and sprang upon the deck of the mysterious
ship.
As Omar alighted the whole crew made obeisance to him, afterwards
crowding around me, examining me by the lurid light of the torches they
had ignited.
Very quickly, however, several boxes belonging to Kouaga were lowered,
the moorings were cast off, and slowly the great mail steamer with its
long line of brilliantly-lit ports looking picturesque in the night,
moved onward.
"Good-bye," shouted a voice from the steamer.
"Good-bye," I responded, and as the steamer's bell again rang out, "full
speed ahead," I knew that the last tie that bound us to European
civilization was severed.
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