No! Who is he?
Who is he, you ignorant crokidile! why, hes the capting of the Great Eastern, the commander o the Big Ship, the Great Mogul o the quarter-deck, the king o the expedition. But, of course, you avent bin introdooced to him. He dont associate much with small fry like usmores the pity, for it might do im good. But come, Ill take you under my wing for the present, because your partikler owner, Ebbysneezer Smith, aint come aboard yetashore dissipatin, I suppose,an everybodys so busy gettin ready to start that nobody will care to be bothered with you, so come along.
There was same truth in this eccentric youths remarks, for in the bustle of preparation for an early start every one on board seemed to be so thoroughly engrossed with his own duty that he had no time to attend to anything else, and Robin had begun to experience, in the absence of his partikler owner, an uneasy sensation of being very much in peoples way. As he felt strangely attracted by the off-hand good-humoured impudence of his new friend, he consented to follow him, and was led to a small apartment, somewhere in the depths of the mighty ship, in which several youths, not unlike Slagg, were romping. They had, indeed, duties to perform like the rest, but the moment chanced to be with them a brief period of relaxation, which they devoted to skylarking.
Hallo who have you got here? demanded a large clumsy youth, knocking off Slaggs cap as he asked the question.
Come, Stumps, dont you be cheeky, said Slagg, quietly picking up his cap and putting it on; this is a friend o mineone o the electricians,so you neednt try to shock his feelins, for he can give better than he gets. Hes got no berth yet, so I brought im here to show him hospitality.
Oh, indeed, said Mr Stumps, bowing with mock respect; then, turning to the comrade with whom he had been skylarking, Here, Jeff, supply this gentleman with food.
Jeff, entering into Stumps humour, immediately brought a plate of broken ship-biscuit with a can of water, and set them on the table before Robin. Our hero, who had never been accustomed to much jesting, took the gift in earnest, thanked Jeff heartily, and, being hungry, set to work with a will upon the simple fare, while Stumps and Jeff looked at each other and winked.
Come, I can add something to improve that feast, said Slagg, drawing a piece of cheese from his pocket, and setting it before his friend.
Robin thanked him, and was about to take the cheese when Stumps snatched it up, and ran out of the room with it, laughing coarsely as he went.
The big bully, growled Slagg; its quite obvious to me that feller will have to be brought to his marrow-bones afore long.
Never mind, said Jeff, who was of a more amiable spirit than Stumps, heres more o the same sort. He took another piece of cheese from a shelf as he spoke, and gave it to Robin.
Now, my young toolip, said Slagg, havin finished your feed, praps youd like to see over the big ship.
With great delight Robin said that he should like nothing better, and, being led forth, was soon lost a second time in wonderment.
Of what use was it that Slagg told him the Great Eastern was 692 feet long by 83 feet broad, and 70 feet deep? If he had said yards instead of feet it would have been equally instructive to Robin in his then mentally lost condition. Neither was it of the slightest use to be told that the weight of the big ships cargo, including cable, tanks, and coals, was 21,000 tons.
But reason began to glimmer again when Slagg told him that the two largest vessels afloat could not contain, in a convenient position for passing out, the 2700 miles then coiled in the three tanks of the Great Eastern.
This is the main tank, said Slagg, leading his friend to a small platform that hung over a black and apparently unfathomable gulf.
I see nothing at all, said Robin, stretching his head cautiously forward and gazing down into darkness profound, while he held on tight to a rail. How curious!when I look down everything in this wonderful ship seems to have no bottom, and when I look up, nothing appears to have any top, while, if I look backward or forward things seem to have no end! Ah! I see something now. Coming in from the light prevented me at first. Why, its like a huge circus!
Yes, it ony wants hosses an clowns to make it all complete, said Slagg. Now, that tank is 58 feet 6 inches in diameter, and 20 feet 6 inches deep, an holds close upon 900 miles of cable. There are two other tanks not much smaller, all choke-full. An the queer thing is, that they can telegraph through all its length now, at this moment as it lies there,an they are doing so continually to make sure that alls right.
Oh! I understand that, said Robin quickly; I have read all about the laying of the first cable in 1858. It is the appearance of things in this great ship that confounds me.
Come along then, and Ill confound you a little more, said Slagg.
He accordingly led his friend from one part of the ship to another, explaining and commenting as he went, and certainly Robins wonder did not decrease.
From the grand saloonwhich was like a palatial drawing-room, in size as well as in gorgeous furnitureto the mighty cranks and boilers of its engines, everything in and about the ship was calculated to amaze. As Slagg justly remarked, It was stunnin.
When our hero was saturated with the Big Ship till he could hold no more, his friend took him back to his berth, and left him there for a time to his meditations.
Returning soon after, he sat down on a looker.
I say, Robin Wright, he began, thrusting his hands into his trousers-pockets, it looks amost as if I had smuggled you aboard of this ship like a stowaway. Nobody seems to know you are here, an whats more, nobody seems to care. Your partikler owner aint turned up yet, an its my opinion he wont turn up to-night, so Ive spoke to the stooardhes my owner, you knowan he says youd better just turn into my berth to-night, an youll get showed into your own to-morrow.
But where will you sleep? asked Robin, with some hesitation.
Never you mind that, my young electrician. Thats my business. What youve got to do is to turn in.
Jeff and another lad, who were preparing to retire for the night at the time, laughed at this, but Robin paid no attention, thanked his friend, and said that as he was rather tired he would accept his kind offer.
Thereafter, pulling out the small Bible which he had kept in his pocket since leaving home, he went into a corner, read a few verses, and then knelt down to pray.
The surprise of the other lads was expressed in their eyes, but they said nothing.
Just then the door opened, and the lad named Stumps entered. Catching sight of Robin on his knees he opened his eyes wide, pursed his mouth, and gave a low whistle. Then he went up to Robin and gave him a slight kick. Supposing that it was an accident, Robin did not move, but on receiving another and much more decided kick, he rose and turned round. At the same moment Stumps received a resounding and totally unexpected slap on the cheek from Jim Slagg, who planted himself before him with clenched fists and flashing eyes.
What dye mean by interferin wi my, friend at his dewotions, you monkey-faced polypus? he demanded fiercely.