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sometimes for packing fine earthenware. It was nearly four feet high, and
full six long, but very narrow. Two large empty oil-casks lay on the top
of it, and above these, again, a vast quantity of straw matting, piled up
as high as the floor of the cabin. In every other direction around was
wedged as closely as possible, even up to the ceiling, a complete chaos of
almost every species of ship-furniture, together with a heterogeneous
medley of crates, hampers, barrels, and bales, so that it seemed a matter
no less than miraculous that we had discovered any passage at all to the
box. I afterward found that Augustus had purposely arranged the stowage in
this hold with a view to affording me a thorough concealment, having had
only one assistant in the labour, a man not going out in the brig.
My companion now showed me that one of the ends of the box could be
removed at pleasure. He slipped it aside and displayed the interior, at
which I was excessively amused. A mattress from one of the cabin berths
covered the whole of its bottom, and it contained almost every article of
mere comfort which could be crowded into so small a space, allowing me, at
the same time, sufficient room for my accommodation, either in a sitting
position or lying at full length. Among other things, there were some
books, pen, ink, and paper, three blankets, a large jug full of water, a
keg of sea-biscuit, three or four immense Bologna sausages, an enormous
ham, a cold leg of roast mutton, and half a dozen bottles of cordials and
liqueurs. I proceeded immediately to take possession of my little
apartment, and this with feelings of higher satisfaction, I am sure, than
any monarch ever experienced upon entering a new palace. Augustus now
pointed out to me the method of fastening the open end of the box, and
then, holding the taper close to the deck, showed me a piece of dark
whipcord lying along it. This, he said, extended from my hiding-place
throughout all the necessary windings among the lumber, to a nail which
was driven into the deck of the hold, immediately beneath the trap-door
leading into his stateroom. By means of this cord I should be enabled
readily to trace my way out without his guidance, provided any
unlooked-for accident should render such a step necessary. He now took his
departure, leaving with me the lantern, together with a copious supply of
tapers and phosphorous, and promising to pay me a visit as often as he
could contrive to do so without observation. This was on the seventeenth
of June.
I remained three days and nights (as nearly as I could guess) in my
hiding-place without getting out of it at all, except twice for the
purpose of stretching my limbs by standing erect between two crates just
opposite the opening. During the whole period I saw nothing of Augustus;
but this occasioned me little uneasiness, as I knew the brig was expected
to put to sea every hour, and in the bustle he would not easily find
opportunities of coming down to me. At length I heard the trap open and
shut, and presently he called in a low voice, asking if all was well, and
if there was any thing I wanted. “Nothing,” I replied; “I am as
comfortable as can be; when will the brig sail?” “She will be under weigh
in less than half an hour,” he answered. “I came to let you know, and for
fear you should be uneasy at my absence. I shall not have a chance of
coming down again for some time—perhaps for three or four days more.
All is going on right aboveboard. After I go up and close the trap, do you
creep along by the whipcord to where the nail is driven in. You will find
my watch there—it may be useful to you, as you have no daylight to
keep time by. I suppose you can’t tell how long you have been buried—only
three days—this is the twentieth. I would bring the watch to your
box, but am afraid of being missed.” With this he went up.
In about an hour after he had gone I distinctly felt the brig in motion,
and congratulated myself upon having at length fairly commenced a voyage.
Satisfied with this idea, I determined to make my mind as easy as
possible, and await the course of events until I should be permitted to
exchange the box for the more roomy, although hardly more comfortable,
accommodations of the cabin. My first care was to get the watch. Leaving
the taper burning, I groped along in the dark, following the cord through
windings innumerable, in some of which I discovered that, after toiling a
long distance, I was brought back within a foot or two of a former
position. At length I reached the nail, and securing the object of my
journey, returned with it in safety. I now looked over the books which had
been so thoughtfully provided, and selected the expedition of Lewis and
Clarke to the mouth of the Columbia. With this I amused myself for some
time, when, growing sleepy, I extinguished the light with great care, and
soon fell into a sound slumber.
Upon awakening I felt strangely confused in mind, and some time elapsed
before I could bring to recollection all the various circumstances of my
situation. By degrees, however, I remembered all. Striking a light, I
looked at the watch; but it was run down, and there were, consequently, no
means of determining how long I slept. My limbs were greatly cramped, and
I was forced to relieve them by standing between the crates. Presently
feeling an almost ravenous appetite, I bethought myself of the cold
mutton, some of which I had eaten just before going to sleep, and found
excellent. What was my astonishment in discovering it to be in a state of
absolute putrefaction! This circumstance occasioned me great disquietude;
for, connecting it with the disorder of mind I experienced upon awakening,
I began to suppose that I must have slept for an inordinately long period
of time. The close atmosphere of the hold might have had something to do
with this, and might, in the end, be productive of the most serious
results. My head ached excessively; I fancied that I drew every breath
with difficulty; and, in short, I was oppressed with a multitude of gloomy
feelings. Still I could not venture to make any disturbance by opening the
trap or otherwise, and, having wound up the watch, contented myself as
well as possible.
Throughout the whole of the next tedious twenty-four hours no person came
to my relief, and I could not help accusing Augustus of the grossest
inattention. What alarmed me chiefly was, that the water in my jug was
reduced to about half a pint, and I was suffering much from thirst, having
eaten freely of the Bologna sausages after the loss of my mutton. I became
very uneasy, and could no longer take any interest in my books. I was
overpowered, too, with a desire to sleep, yet trembled at the thought of
indulging it, lest there might exist some pernicious influence, like that
of burning charcoal, in the confined air of the hold. In the meantime the
roll of the brig told me that we were far in the main ocean, and a dull
humming sound, which reached my ears as if from an immense distance,
convinced me no ordinary gale was blowing. I could not imagine a reason
for the absence of Augustus. We were surely far enough advanced on our
voyage to allow of my going up. Some accident might have happened to him—but
I could think of none which would account for his suffering me to remain
so long a prisoner, except, indeed, his having suddenly died or fallen
overboard, and upon this idea I could not dwell with any degree of
patience. It was possible that we had been baffled by head winds, and were
still in the near vicinity of Nantucket. This notion, however, I was
forced to abandon; for such being the case, the brig must have frequently
gone about; and I was entirely satisfied, from her continual inclination
to the larboard, that she had been sailing all along with a steady breeze
on her starboard quarter. Besides, granting that we were still in the
neighborhood of the island, why should not Augustus have visited me and
informed me of the circumstance? Pondering in this manner upon the
difficulties of my solitary and cheerless condition, I resolved to wait
yet another twenty-four hours, when, if no relief were obtained, I would
make my way to the trap, and endeavour either to hold a parley with my
friend, or get at least a little fresh air through the opening, and a
further supply of water from the stateroom. While occupied with this
thought, however, I fell in spite of every exertion to the contrary, into
a state of profound sleep, or rather stupor. My dreams were of the most
terrific description. Every species of calamity and horror befell me.
Among other miseries I was smothered to death between huge pillows, by
demons of the most ghastly and ferocious aspect. Immense serpents held me
in their embrace, and looked earnestly in my face with their fearfully
shining eyes. Then deserts, limitless, and of the most forlorn and
awe-inspiring character, spread themselves out before me. Immensely tall
trunks of trees, gray and leafless, rose up in endless succession as far
as the eye could reach. Their roots were concealed in wide-spreading
morasses, whose dreary water lay intensely black, still, and altogether
terrible, beneath. And the strange trees seemed endowed with a human
vitality, and waving to and fro their skeleton arms, were crying to the
silent waters for mercy, in the shrill and piercing accents of the most
acute agony and despair. The scene changed; and I stood, naked and alone,
amidst the burning sand-plains of Sahara. At my feet lay crouched a fierce
lion of the tropics. Suddenly his wild eyes opened and fell upon me. With
a conclusive bound he sprang to his feet, and laid bare his horrible
teeth. In another instant there burst from his red throat a roar like the
thunder of the firmament, and I fell impetuously to the earth. Stifling in
a paroxysm of terror, I at last found myself partially awake. My dream,
then, was not all a dream. Now, at least, I was in possession of my
senses. The paws of some huge and real monster were pressing heavily upon
my bosom—his hot breath was in my ear—and his white and
ghastly fangs were gleaming upon me through the gloom.
Had a thousand lives hung upon the movement of a limb or the utterance of
a syllable, I could have neither stirred nor spoken. The beast, whatever
it was, retained his position without attempting any immediate violence,
while I lay in an utterly helpless, and, I fancied, a dying condition
beneath him. I felt that my powers of body and mind were fast leaving me—in
a word, that I was perishing, and perishing of sheer fright. My brain swam—I
grew deadly sick—my vision failed—even the glaring eyeballs
above me grew dim. Making a last strong effort, I at length breathed a
faint ejaculation to God, and resigned myself to die. The sound of my
voice seemed to arouse all the latent fury of the animal. He precipitated
himself at full length upon my body; but what was my astonishment, when,
with a long and low whine, he commenced licking my face and hands with the
greatest eagerness, and with the most extravagant demonstration of
affection and joy! I was bewildered, utterly lost in amazement—but I
could not forget the peculiar whine of my Newfoundland dog Tiger, and the
odd manner of his caresses I well knew. It was he. I experienced a sudden
rush of blood to my temples—a giddy and overpowering sense of
deliverance and reanimation. I rose hurriedly from the mattress upon which
I had been lying, and, throwing myself upon the neck of my faithful
follower and friend, relieved the long oppression of my bosom in a flood
of the most passionate tears.
As upon a former occasion my conceptions were in a state of the greatest
indistinctness and confusion after leaving the mattress. For a long time I
found it nearly impossible to connect any ideas; but, by very slow
degrees, my thinking faculties returned, and I again called to memory the
several incidents of my condition. For the presence of Tiger I tried in
vain to account; and after
