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THE WRECK OF THE
GOLDEN MARY
Charles Dickens
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THE WRECK
I was apprenticed to the Sea when I was twelve years old, and I have
encountered a great deal of rough weather, both literal and metaphorical. It
has always been my opinion since I first possessed such a thing as an
opinion, that the man who knows only one subject is next tiresome to the
man who knows no subject. Therefore, in the course of my life I have
taught myself whatever I could, and although I am not an educated man, I
am able, I am thankful to say, to have an intelligent interest in most things.
A person might suppose, from reading the above, that I am in the habit
of holding forth about number one. That is not the case. Just as if I was to
come into a room among strangers, and must either be introduced or
introduce myself, so I have taken the liberty of passing these few remarks,
simply and plainly that it may be known who and what I am. I will add no
more of the sort than that my name is William George Ravender, that I
was born at Penrith half a year after my own father was drowned, and that
I am on the second day of this present blessed Christmas week of one
thousand eight hundred and fifty-six, fifty-six years of age.
When the rumour first went flying up and down that there was gold in
California--which, as most people know, was before it was discovered in
the British colony of Australia--I was in the West Indies, trading among
the Islands. Being in command and likewise part-owner of a smart
schooner, I had my work cut out for me, and I was doing it. Consequently,
gold in California was no business of mine.
But, by the time when I came home to England again, the thing was as
clear as your hand held up before you at noon-day. There was Californian
gold in the museums and in the goldsmiths' shops, and the very first time I
went upon 'Change, I met a friend of mine (a seafaring man like myself),
with a Californian nugget hanging to his watch-chain. I handled it. It was
as like a peeled walnut with bits unevenly broken off here and there, and
then electrotyped all over, as ever I saw anything in my life.
I am a single man (she was too good for this world and for me, and she
died six weeks before our marriage-day), so when I am ashore, I live in
my house at Poplar. My house at Poplar is taken care of and kept ship-
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shape by an old lady who was my mother's maid before I was born. She is
as handsome and as upright as any old lady in the world. She is as fond of
me as if she had ever had an only son, and I was he. Well do I know
wherever I sail that she never lays down her head at night without having
said, "Merciful Lord! bless and preserve William George Ravender, and
send him safe home, through Christ our Saviour!" I have thought of it in
many a dangerous moment, when it has done me no harm, I am sure.
In my house at Poplar, along with this old lady, I lived quiet for best
part of a year: having had a long spell of it among the Islands, and having
(which was very uncommon in me) taken the fever rather badly. At last,
being strong and hearty, and having read every book I could lay hold of,
right out, I was walking down Leadenhall Street in the City of London,
thinking of turning-to again, when I met what I call Smithick and
Watersby of Liverpool. I chanced to lift up my eyes from looking in at a
ship's chronometer in a window, and I saw him bearing down upon me,
head on.
It is, personally, neither Smithick, nor Watersby, that I here mention,
nor was I ever acquainted with any man of either of those names, nor do I
think that there has been any one of either of those names in that Liverpool
House for years back. But, it is in reality the House itself that I refer to;
and a wiser merchant or a truer gentleman never stepped.
"My dear Captain Ravender," says he. "Of all the men on earth, I
wanted to see you most. I was on my way to you."
"Well!" says I. "That looks as if you WERE to see me, don't it?" With
that I put my arm in his, and we walked on towards the Royal Exchange,
and when we got there, walked up and down at the back of it where the
Clock-Tower is. We walked an hour and more, for he had much to say to
me. He had a scheme for chartering a new ship of their own to take out
cargo to the diggers and emigrants in California, and to buy and bring
back gold. Into the particulars of that scheme I will not enter, and I have
no right to enter. All I say of it is, that it was a very original one, a very
fine one, a very sound one, and a very lucrative one beyond doubt.
He imparted it to me as freely as if I had been a part of himself. After
doing so, he made me the handsomest sharing offer that ever was made to
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me, boy or man--or I believe to any other captain in the Merchant Navy--
and he took this round turn to finish with:
"Ravender, you are well aware that the lawlessness of that coast and
country at present, is as special as the circumstances in which it is placed.
Crews of vessels outward-bound, desert as soon as they make the land;
crews of vessels homeward-bound, ship at enormous wages, with the
express intention of murdering the captain and seizing the gold freight; no
man can trust another, and the devil seems let loose. Now," says he, "you
know my opinion of you, and you know I am only expressing it, and with
no singularity, when I tell you that you are almost the only man on whose
integrity, discretion, and energy--" &c., &c. For, I don't want to repeat
what he said, though I was and am sensible of it.
Notwithstanding my being, as I have mentioned, quite ready for a
voyage, still I had some doubts of this voyage. Of course I knew, without
being told, that there were peculiar difficulties and dangers in it, a long
way over and above those which attend all voyages. It must not be
supposed that I was afraid to face them; but, in my opinion a man has no
manly motive or sustainment in his own breast for facing dangers, unless
he has well considered what they are, and is able quietly to say to himself,
"None of these perils can now take me by surprise; I shall know what to
do for the best in any of them; all the rest lies in the higher and greater
hands to which I humbly commit myself." On this principle I have so
attentively considered (regarding it as my duty) all the hazards I have ever
been able to think of, in the ordinary way of storm, shipwreck, and fire at
sea, that I hope I should be prepared to do, in any of those cases, whatever
could be done, to save the lives intrusted to my charge.
As I was thoughtful, my good friend proposed that he should leave me
to walk there as long as I liked, and that I should dine with him by-and-by
at his club in Pall Mall. I accepted the invitation and I walked up and
down there, quarter-deck fashion, a matter of a couple of hours; now and
then looking up at the weathercock as I might have looked up aloft; and
now and then taking a look into Cornhill, as I might have taken a look
over the side.
All dinner-time, and all after dinner-time, we talked it over again. I
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gave him my views of his plan, and he very much approved of the same. I
told him I had nearly decided, but not quite. "Well, well," says he, "come
down to Liverpool to-morrow with me, and see the Golden Mary." I liked
the name (her name was Mary, and she was golden, if golden stands for
good), so I began to feel that it was almost done when I said I would go to
Liverpool. On the next morning but one we were on board the Golden
Mary. I might have known, from his asking me to come down and see her,
what she was. I declare her to have been the completest and most exquisite
Beauty that ever I set my eyes upon.
We had inspected every timber in her, and had come back to the
gangway to go ashore from the dock-basin, when I put out my hand to my
friend. "Touch upon it," says I, "and touch heartily. I take command of this
ship, and I am hers and yours, if I can get John Steadiman for my chief
mate."
John Steadiman had sailed with me four voyages. The first voyage
John was third mate out to China, and came home second. The other three
voyages he was my first officer. At this time of chartering the Golden
Mary, he was aged thirty-two. A brisk, bright, blue-eyed fellow, a very
neat figure and rather under the middle size, never out of the way and
never in it, a face that pleased everybody and that all children took to, a
habit of going about singing as cheerily as a blackbird, and a perfect sailor.
We were in one of those Liverpool hackney-coaches in less than a
minute, and we cruised about in her upwards of three hours, looking for
John. John had come home from Van Diemen's Land barely a month
before, and I had heard of him as taking a frisk in Liverpool. We asked
after him, among many other places, at the two boarding-houses he was
fondest of, and we found he had had a week's spell at each of them; but, he
had gone here and gone there, and had set off "to lay out on the main-to'-
gallant-yard of the highest Welsh mountain" (so he had told the people of
the house), and where he might be then, or when he might come back,
nobody could tell us. But it was surprising, to be sure, to see how every
face brightened the moment there was mention made of the name of Mr.
Steadiman.
We were taken aback at meeting with no better luck, and we had wore
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ship and put her head for my friends, when as we were jogging through
the streets, I clap my eyes on John himself coming out of a toyshop! He
was carrying a little boy, and conducting two uncommon pretty women to
their coach, and he told me afterwards that he had never in his life seen
one of the three before, but that he was so taken with them on looking in at
the toyshop while they were buying the child a cranky Noah's Ark, very
much down by the head, that he had gone in and asked the ladies'
permission to treat him to a tolerably correct Cutter there was in the
window, in order that such a handsome boy might not grow up with a
lubberly idea of naval architecture.
We stood off and on until the ladies' coachman began to give way, and
then we hailed John. On his coming aboard of us, I told him, very gravely,
what I had said to my friend. It struck him, as he said himself, amidships.
He was quite shaken by it. "Captain Ravender," were John Steadiman's
words, "such an opinion from you is true commendation, and I'll sail
round the world with you for twenty years if you hoist the signal, and
stand by you for ever!" And now indeed I felt that it was done, and that the
Golden Mary was afloat.
Grass never grew yet under the feet of Smithick and Watersby. The
riggers were out of that ship in a fortnight's time, and we had begun taking
in cargo. John was always aboard, seeing everything stowed with his own
eyes; and whenever I went aboard myself early or late, whether he was
below in the hold, or on deck at the hatchway, or overhauling his cabin,
nailing up pictures in it of the Blush Roses of England, the Blue Belles of
Scotland, and the female Shamrock of Ireland: of a certainty I heard John
singing like a blackbird.
We had room for twenty passengers. Our sailing advertisement was no
sooner out, than we might have taken these twenty times over. In entering
our men, I and John (both together) picked them, and we entered none but
good hands--as good as were to be found in that port. And so, in a good
ship of the best build, well owned, well arranged, well officered, well
manned, well found in all respects, we parted with our pilot at a quarter
past four o'clock in the afternoon of the seventh of March, one thousand
eight hundred and fifty-one, and stood with a fair wind out to sea.
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It may be easily believed that up to that time I had had no leisure to be
intimate with my passengers. The most of them were then in their berths
sea-sick; however, in going among them, telling them what was good for
them, persuading them not to be there, but to come up on deck and feel the
breeze, and in rousing them with a joke, or a comfortable word, I made
acquaintance with them, perhaps, in a more friendly and confidential way
from the first, than I might have done at the cabin table.
Of my passengers, I need only particularise, just at present, a bright-
eyed blooming young wife who was going out to join her husband in
California, taking with her their only child, a little girl of three years old,
whom he had never seen; a sedate young woman in black, some five years
older (about thirty as I should say), who was going out to join a brother;
and an old gentleman, a good deal like a hawk if his eyes had been better
and not so red, who was always talking, morning, noon, and night, about
the gold discovery. But, whether he was making the voyage, thinking his
old arms could dig for gold, or whether his speculation was to buy it, or to
barter for it, or to cheat for it, or to snatch it anyhow from other people,
was his secret. He kept his secret.
These three and the child were the soonest well. The child was a most
engaging child, to be sure, and very fond of me: though I am bound to
admit that John Steadiman and I were borne on her pretty little books in
reverse order, and that he was captain there, and I was mate. It was
beautiful to watch her with John, and it was beautiful to watch John with
her. Few would have thought it possible, to see John playing at bo-peep
round the mast, that he was the man who had caught up an iron bar and
struck a Malay and a Maltese dead, as they were gliding with their knives
down the cabin stair aboard the barque Old England, when the captain lay
ill in his cot, off Saugar Point. But he was; and give him his back against a
bulwark, he would have done the same by half a dozen of them. The name
of the young mother was Mrs. Atherfield, the name of the young lady in
black was Miss Coleshaw, and the name of the old gentleman was Mr.
Rarx.
As the child had a quantity of shining fair hair, clustering in curls all
about her face, and as her name was Lucy, Steadiman gave her the name
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of the Golden Lucy. So, we had the Golden Lucy and the Golden Mary;
and John kept up the idea to that extent as he and the child went playing
about the decks, that I believe she used to think the ship was alive
somehow--a sister or companion, going to the same place as herself. She
liked to be by the wheel, and in fine weather, I have often stood by the
man whose trick it was at the wheel, only to hear her, sitting near my feet,
talking to the ship. Never had a child such a doll before, I suppose; but she
made a doll of the Golden Mary, and used to dress her up by tying ribbons
and little bits of finery to the belaying-pins; and nobody ever moved them,
unless it was to save them from being blown away.
Of course I took charge of the two young women, and I called them
"my dear," and they never minded, knowing that whatever I said was said
in a fatherly and protecting spirit. I gave them their places on each side of
me at dinner, Mrs. Atherfield on my right and Miss Coleshaw on my left;
and I directed the unmarried lady to serve out the breakfast, and the
married lady to serve out the tea. Likewise I said to my black steward in
their presence, "Tom Snow, these two ladies are equally the mistresses of
this house, and do you obey their orders equally;" at which Tom laughed,
and they all laughed.
Old Mr. Rarx was not a pleasant man to look at, nor yet to talk to, or to
be with, for no one could help seeing that he was a sordid and selfish
character, and that he had warped further and further out of the straight
with time. Not but what he was on his best behaviour with us, as
everybody was; for we had no bickering among us, for'ard or aft. I only
mean to say, he was not the man one would have chosen for a messmate.
If choice there had been, one might even have gone a few points out of
one's course, to say, "No! Not him!" But, there was one curious
inconsistency in Mr. Rarx. That was, that he took an astonishing interest in
the child. He looked, and I may add, he was, one of the last of men to care
at all for a child, or to care much for any human creature. Still, he went so
far as to be habitually uneasy, if the child was long on deck, out of his
sight. He was always afraid of her falling overboard, or falling down a
hatchway, or of a block or what not coming down upon her from the
rigging in the working of the ship, or of her getting some hurt or other. He
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used to look at her and touch her, as if she was something precious to him.
He was always solicitous about her not injuring her health, and constantly
entreated her mother to be careful of it. This was so much the more
curious, because the child did not like him, but used to shrink away from
him, and would not even put out her hand to him without coaxing from
others. I believe that every soul on board frequently noticed this, and not
one of us understood it. However, it was such a plain fact, that John
Steadiman said more than once when old Mr. Rarx was not within earshot,
that if the Golden Mary felt a tenderness for the dear old gentleman she
carried in her lap, she must be bitterly jealous of the Golden Lucy.
Before I go any further with this narrative, I will state that our ship
was a barque of three hundred tons, carrying a crew of eighteen men, a
second mate in addition to John, a carpenter, an armourer or smith, and
two apprentices (one a Scotch boy, poor little fellow). We had three boats;
the Long-boat, capable of carrying twenty-five men; the Cutter, capable of
carrying fifteen; and the Surf-boat, capable of carrying ten. I put down the
capacity of these boats according to the numbers they were really meant to
hold.
We had tastes of bad weather and head-winds, of course; but, on the
whole we had as fine a run as any reasonable man could expect, for sixty
days. I then began to enter two remarks in the ship's Log and in my
Journal; first, that there was an unusual and amazing quantity of ice;
second, that the nights were most wonderfully dark, in spite of the ice.
For five days and a half, it seemed quite useless and hopeless to alter
the ship's course so as to stand out of the way of this ice. I made what
southing I could; but, all that time, we were beset by it. Mrs. Atherfield
after standing by me on deck once, looking for some time in an awed
manner at the great bergs that surrounded us, said in a whisper, "O!
Captain Ravender, it looks as if the whole solid earth had changed into ice,
and broken up!" I said to her, laughing, "I don't wonder that it does, to
your inexperienced eyes, my dear." But I had never seen a twentieth part
of the quantity, and, in reality, I was pretty much of her opinion.
However, at two p.m. on the afternoon of the sixth day, that is to say,
when we were sixty-six days out, John Steadiman who had gone aloft,
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sang out from the top, that the sea was clear ahead. Before four p.m. a
strong breeze springing up right astern, we were in open water at sunset.
The breeze then freshening into half a gale of wind, and the Golden Mary
being a very fast sailer, we went before the wind merrily, all night.
I had thought it impossible that it could be darker than it had been,
until the sun, moon, and stars should fall out of the Heavens, and Time
should be destroyed; but, it had been next to light, in comparison with
what it was now. The darkness was so profound, that looking into it was
painful and oppressive--like looking, without a ray of light, into a dense
black bandage put as close before the eyes as it could be, without touching
them. I doubled the look-out, and John and I stood in the bow side-by-side,
never leaving it all night. Yet I should no more have known that he was
near me when he was s