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Chapter 18
Of The Early History Of Sir Lexicon Chutny Very Little Was Known. He Was
Of Dutch Extraction That Was Obvious, Had Served For A Time In The
Madras Civil Service, But On Acquiring A Large Property By The Death Of
A Distant Relative, He Retired From That Service And Settled On One Of
His Plantations In Pallamcotta. How He Obtained His Title No One Knew Or
Enquired, His Relative, Now Deceased, Was So Called, And In His Will He
Directed That His Heir Should Assume His Name And Rank. He Was
Thoroughly Indian In His Tastes And Habits, Sensual And Self Indulgent;
Saw Very Little European Society, And Report Said That He Had Several
Native Mistresses, And Was Reputed Very Wealthy. He Had Never Married,
For European Ladies At That Period Were Rarely To Be Met With In
Pallamcotta. It Must Have Been Business Of No Ordinary Importance To
Induce Him To Leave The Land Wherein He Had Been Born, To Visit Hamburg,
Where He Made His Stay As Short As Possible. He Was Not Favorably
Impressed With The Frauleins And Fair-Haired Daughters Of Holland, And
Was Now Returning Home In The "Great Mogul," A Dutch Indiaman Bound To
Madras.
"Wreck On The Lee Bow!" Shouted A Look Out From The Mast-Head. This
Excited Quite A Commotion On Deck, From Whence The Object Was Soon
Discernable Through The Telescope, And Soon After By The Naked Eye. The
Ship'S Course Was Altered And She Bore Down Upon The Unfortunate Craft
To Render Such Assistance As Might Be Necessary. She Proved To Be The
Ship "Kaffir Chief," From Cork, Bound To The Cape; She Had Been
Dismasted In One Of Those Terrific Storms Which So Frequently Occur In
These Latitudes, And Was Now Lying Completely Water-Logged On The Bosom
Of The Treacherous Ocean. The Day Previous To The Wreck Had Been
Remarkably Fine, But As Night Closed In The Wind Rose And Continued To
Increase Until It Blew A Perfect Hurricane. In Spite Of The Utmost
Exertions Of The Crew The Sails Were Blown Clear Of The Bolt Ropes,
Yards And Spars Were Carried Away, When The Foremast Went By The Board
And The Main Topmast Fell With A Crash Into The Sea, Seventeen Of The
Crew Were Hurled Into The Wild Waste Of Waters. A Little Before Daylight
A Tremendous Sea Struck Her Stern, Unshipping The Rudder, Carrying Away
The Wheel, Round-House And Lockers, Rendering Her Unmanageable, And She
Was Tossed Helplessly Like A Log Upon The Mighty Billows. As The Day
Broke The Storm Somewhat Subsided, A Scene Of Wild Desolation Was
Realized By Those On Board The Unfortunate Vessel, As The Flashes Of
Broad Sheet Lightning, With Which The Heavy Clouds Were Surcharged,
Occasionally Shot Forth. The Scene Was Startling And Terrific, The Wild
Waves Were Breaking Over Her And Three More Of The Crew Were Swept
Overboard. As The Light Increased The Sea Began Gradually To Go Down,
And Spars And Pieces Of Wreck Were Seen Floating All Around, Lifted Upon
The Surging Waves, To Which Some Of The Unfortunate Seamen Had Clung
With The Grasp Of Despair, Only To Be Again Thrown Into The Dark Trough
Of The Sea To Rise No More.
Although The Hurricane Had Subsided, So Much Water Had Been Shipped That
The Pumps Had To Be Kept Continually Going To Prevent The Hull From
Going Down: To This Laborious Task All Had To Exert Themselves To The
Utmost, And Only By This Means Could The Ship Be Kept Afloat. The
Self-Styled Mrs. Grenville Rendered Good Service In This Hour Of Peril,
She Voluntarily Took The Place Of The Steward, Now Called To The Pumps,
And Served Out Rations Of Biscuits And Spirits To All Hands, Nor Did She
Forget Herself On The Occasion. The Danger Of Her Position Appeared In
No Way To Appal Her, And Having To Undergo No Bodily Fatigue Beyond Her
Strength, She Was Very Little Affected By The Disasters And Hardships Of
The Past Few Days. Such Of The Officers And Crew As Had Not Been
Swallowed Up By The Boiling Surf Were In a Very Weak And Exhausted
Condition, Owing To Their Great Labor At The Pumps, When Rescued From
Their Perilous Position By The Boats Of The "Great Mogul." These
Particulars Were Gathered From Time To Time From Some Of The Crew, But
From Mrs. Grenville A More Detailed Account Of The Wreck Was Obtained.
That Lady Thought It Necessary To Keep To Her Cabin For The First Week,
During Which Time She Had To Sketch Out A Fresh Plan Of Action For The
Future.
This She Soon Effected, Having Received All The Required Information
From The Little Fat Dutch Stewardess Concerning The Ship, Its
Destination, And The Names And Positions Of The Passengers.
"My Dear Madam," Said The Polite Captain, Addressing Mrs. Grenville,
"You Really Must Allow Me To Recommend You To Try An Airing On The
Quarter Deck This Beautiful Morning; After The Long Seclusion Of Your
Cabin You Will, I Am Sure, Find It Both Agreeable And Refreshing." In a
Graceful Manner, And With A Pleasing Smile, She Replied,
"I Shall Be Happy To Adopt Your Suggestion Captain Hanstein, And If It
Is Not Interfering With Your Professional Duties, May I Request The
Favour Of Your Arm For A Promenade, As I Feel Scarcely Equal To The
Effort Unattended."
The Captain Bowed And Assisted The Lady To The Quarterdeck.
The Indigo Planter, Who Had Sat Opposite Mrs. Grenville At Breakfast,
Felt Somewhat Annoyed That He Had Not Solicited The Pleasure Of
Accompanying The Lady In Her Walk On Deck; He Had Been Struck With Her
Appearance At First Sight, For The Widow Knowing The Effect Of First
Impressions, Had Been Exceedingly Careful With Her Toilette That
Morning, And Certainly Did Look Her Best.
Sir Lexicon Had Never Yet Seen Any One Who Came Up To His Idea Of A
Handsome Woman, Until He Encountered Mrs. Grenville That Morning; Her
Curling Dark Hair, Superb Neck And Shoulders, Stately Figure And
Sparkling Black Eyes, And Well Modulated Voice Fascinated Him, As No
Woman As Yet Ever Had Done. She Was Not Young, It Is True; But This He
Regarded As Fortunate. She Was Still Some Years Younger Than Sir
Lexicon; But As To Who Or What She Was He Was A Stranger; But This He
Was Determined To Ascertain If Possible, And Betook Himself On Deck For
The Purpose. As The Professional Duties Of The Captain Called Him For A
Time Away, He Took His Place Beside The Lady And Endeavoured To Interest
Her In His Conversation. He Found Her Charmingly Condescending, And
Apparently Frank And Friendly In Her Remarks, And After About An Hour'S
Chit Chat Allowed Him To Conduct Her To Her State Room.
Poor Captain Costigan Had Been Killed By A Falling Spar And Knocked
Overboard. The Remainder Of The Crew And Passengers That Had Been
Rescued From Their Precarious Situation On The Wreck Had Been On Board
The "Great Mogul" About A Couple Of Weeks, When She Let Go Her Anchor In
Table Bay. These, With The Exception Of Mrs. Grenville, Went On Shore In
The First Boat That Came Off To The Ship. She, That Morning, Had An
Interview With Captain Hanstein, And Some Hours After The Others Had
Left, The Obliging Captain Took Her Ashore In His Own Boat, In Which
Also Sat Sir Lexicon Chutny. He Put Up At The Same Hotel As Mrs.
Grenville, And Was Seen Escorting Her About Cape Town.
The "Mogul" Remained Only Two Days At The Cape, Then Resumed Her Voyage,
And Mrs. Grenville, The Captain, And Sir Lexicon Chutny, Could Be Seen
Pacing Her Quarterdeck As She Sailed Out Of The Bay, Unquestionably
Enjoying, With Much Pleasure, The Clear, Balmy, And Exhilarating Breeze
Of The Early Day, Which, With The Assistance Of The Sun'S Rays, Was
Lifting From The Table Land On The Summit Of The Great Mountain, Called
Occasionally Table Rock. A Large, Heavy, White Cloud That Frequently
Spread Itself Over The Whole Surface, Resembling Very Much In appearance
An Enormous Table Cloth, Hence The Origin Of The Name. This Remarkable
Mountain Is Steep, Rugged And Precipitous, And Towers Up Hundreds Of
Feet Towards The Clear, Blue Vault Of Heaven. Very Little Brushwood Or
Vegetation Is To Be Found Thereon. At Its Base, Snugly Ensconced Under
Its Protecting Shade, Is Situated Cape Town, Looking Quite Pretty And
Picturesque As The Day Dawns And The Rising Sun Appears. There Are Two
Other Smaller Elevations In close Proximity To The Table Rock, Not
Without Interest, And Called Respectively The Lion'S Head And Lion'S
Rump, Possibly Because They Are Connected Together By A Ridge Of Rock,
Which, To The Imaginative Mind, Gives It The Appearance Of An Enormous
Lion, Sleeping. The Other Objects Of Interest And The Shipping In The
Harbor Were Soon Left Far Astern.
As They Were Sweeping Out To Sea, The Captain Could, By The Aid Of His
Glass, Clearly Distinguish The Signal That Was Flying From The
Flagstaff, Situated On The Lofty Eminence Mentioned Before, As The
Lion'S Rump Signalling Station, Announcing The Approach Of An English
Vessel From London. On Hearing This The Lady'S Face Changed To An Ashen
Hue, And She Trembled Slightly. It Was For An Instant Only; Her Strong
Will Conquered The Emotion, And With Her Feelings Now Under Perfect
Control, She Was Again Conversing And Smiling In The Most Charming
Manner Until Luncheon Was Announced, To Which She Was Conducted By Sir
Lexicon, And While Thus Engaged She Felt That She Had Good Cause To
Rejoice That A Fine Swelling Breeze Was Carrying Her Rapidly Away From
The Cape Of Good Hope; For, Doubtless, The Newspapers Brought Out By The
New Arrival, Contained A Full Account Of Sir Ralph'S Death, And Her Own
Flight From The Country, And It Was Quite Possible That Some Suspicion
Might Have Fallen Upon Her, Had She Remained A Day Longer At Cape Town.
The Wealthy Planter Of Pallamcotta Was Not The Only Person On Board Who
Had Become Infatuated With The Lively Widow; For In Fact Captain
Hanstein, The Honest-Hearted Seaman Had Been Caught In Her Toils. He Had
Believed Every Word That Had Been Confidentially Told Him By Mrs.
Grenville, Her Position In Life, And Her Reason For Visiting The Cape
And Madras. Of Course There Was Scarcely A Grain Of Truth In The Whole
Statement. She Was Not Long In discovering The Captain'S Weak Point, And
Rather Encouraged Him Than Otherwise, But Had No Notion Of Engaging
Herself To The Fat Honest Dutch Skipper. Far From It, But She Thought It
Necessary To Her Project To Mislead Him On That Point. This Unscrupulous
And Ambitious Woman Cared Not How She Wounded The Feelings Of Others, If
She Thought By So Doing It Would Further Her Own Interest. She Was
Determined To Secure Sir Lexicon As A Husband, And Thus Become Lady
Chutny; And So Skillfully Did She Angle, And Played Her Cards With Such
Great Tact, That There Was Very Little Doubt Of Her Succeeding.
The Dutch Are Naturally Slow Of Action, And The Planter'S Wooing Was Of
A Rather Passive Character, And His Attention To The Lady Did Not Excite
The Suspicion Of Her Other Admirer, Who Did Not Think It Would Be
Necessary To Pop The Momentous Question Until She Was About To Leave The
Ship On Reaching Madras. That Sir Lexicon Was Somewhat Piqued At The
Marked Attention Paid To Her By That Good-Natured Sailor Was Quite
Evident, And Was Exactly What The Widow Had Anticipated And Desired. She
Played Both Lovers Off, One Against The Other, And The Result Proved
That Her Theory And Practice Were Correct; For Sir Lexicon Took
Advantage Of An Opportunity That Was Afforded Him One Afternoon While
Playing Chess With Mrs. Grenville In The After Cabin. They Were Quite
Alone, And During A Pause In The Game, He Formally Made Her An Offer Of
Marriage, Which, After A Little Skillful Beating About The Bush, She
Accepted, But On The Condition That Nothing Should Be Said About The
Subject To Any One On Board. This Was Agreed To, And The Game Continued.
There Were Other Passengers On Board, But, As They Are
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