IN THE SOUTH SEAS
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第49章 THE DANGEROUS ARCHIPELAGO(1)

The early morning of 4th September a whale-boat manned by natives dragged us down the green lane of the anchorage and round the spouting promontory.On the shore level it was a hot,breathless,and yet crystal morning;but high overhead the hills of Atuona were all cowled in cloud,and the ocean-river of the trades streamed without pause.As we crawled from under the immediate shelter of the land,we reached at last the limit of their influence.The wind fell upon our sails in puffs,which strengthened and grew more continuous;presently the CASCO heeled down to her day's work;the whale-boat,quite outstripped,clung for a noisy moment to her quarter;the stipulated bread,rum,and tobacco were passed in;a moment more and the boat was in our wake,and our late pilots were cheering our departure.

This was the more inspiriting as we were bound for scenes so different,and though on a brief voyage,yet for a new province of creation.That wide field of ocean,called loosely the South Seas,extends from tropic to tropic,and from perhaps 123degrees W.to 150degrees E.,a parallelogram of one hundred degrees by forty-seven,where degrees are the most spacious.Much of it lies vacant,much is closely sown with isles,and the isles are of two sorts.No distinction is so continually dwelt upon in South Sea talk as that between the 'low'and the 'high'island,and there is none more broadly marked in nature.The Himalayas are not more different from the Sahara.On the one hand,and chiefly in groups of from eight to a dozen,volcanic islands rise above the sea;few reach an altitude of less than 4000feet;one exceeds 13,000;their tops are often obscured in cloud,they are all clothed with various forests,all abound in food,and are all remarkable for picturesque and solemn scenery.On the other hand,we have the atoll;a thing of problematic origin and history,the reputed creature of an insect apparently unidentified;rudely annular in shape;enclosing a lagoon;rarely extending beyond a quarter of a mile at its chief width;often rising at its highest point to less than the stature of a man -man himself,the rat and the land crab,its chief inhabitants;not more variously supplied with plants;and offering to the eye,even when perfect,only a ring of glittering beach and verdant foliage,enclosing and enclosed by the blue sea.

In no quarter are the atolls so thickly congregated,in none are they so varied in size from the greatest to the least,and in none is navigation so beset with perils,as in that archipelago that we were now to thread.The huge system of the trades is,for some reason,quite confounded by this multiplicity of reefs,the wind intermits,squalls are frequent from the west and south-west,hurricanes are known.The currents are,besides,inextricably intermixed;dead reckoning becomes a farce;the charts are not to be trusted;and such is the number and similarity of these islands that,even when you have picked one up,you may be none the wiser.

The reputation of the place is consequently infamous;insurance offices exclude it from their field,and it was not without misgiving that my captain risked the CASCO in such waters.Ibelieve,indeed,it is almost understood that yachts are to avoid this baffling archipelago;and it required all my instances -and all Mr.Otis's private taste for adventure -to deflect our course across its midst.

For a few days we sailed with a steady trade,and a steady westerly current setting us to leeward;and toward sundown of the seventh it was supposed we should have sighted Takaroa,one of Cook's so-called King George Islands.The sun set;yet a while longer the old moon -semi-brilliant herself,and with a silver belly,which was her successor -sailed among gathering clouds;she,too,deserted us;stars of every degree of sheen,and clouds of every variety of form disputed the sub-lustrous night;and still we gazed in vain for Takaroa.The mate stood on the bowsprit,his tall grey figure slashing up and down against the stars,and still 'nihil astra praeter Vidit et undas.

The rest of us were grouped at the port anchor davit,staring with no less assiduity,but with far less hope on the obscure horizon.

Islands we beheld in plenty,but they were of 'such stuff as dreams are made on,'and vanished at a wink,only to appear in other places;and by and by not only islands,but refulgent and revolving lights began to stud the darkness;lighthouses of the mind or of the wearied optic nerve,solemnly shining and winking as we passed.

At length the mate himself despaired,scrambled on board again from his unrestful perch,and announced that we had missed our destination.He was the only man of practice in these waters,our sole pilot,shipped for that end at Tai-o-hae.If he declared we had missed Takaroa,it was not for us to quarrel with the fact,but,if we could,to explain it.We had certainly run down our southing.Our canted wake upon the sea and our somewhat drunken-looking course upon the chart both testified with no less certainty to an impetuous westward current.We had no choice but to conclude we were again set down to leeward;and the best we could do was to bring the CASCO to the wind,keep a good watch,and expect morning.

I slept that night,as was then my somewhat dangerous practice,on deck upon the cockpit bench.A stir at last awoke me,to see all the eastern heaven dyed with faint orange,the binnacle lamp already dulled against the brightness of the day,and the steersman leaning eagerly across the wheel.'There it is,sir!'he cried,and pointed in the very eyeball of the dawn.For awhile I could see nothing but the bluish ruins of the morning bank,which lay far along the horizon,like melting icebergs.Then the sun rose,pierced a gap in these DEBRIS of vapours,and displayed an inconsiderable islet,flat as a plate upon the sea,and spiked with palms of disproportioned altitude.