LEW WALLACE (1827-1905) General Lewis Wallace, known in literature as 'Lew' Wallace, was a native of Indiana, the oldest indeed of the Indiana group of writers. Law was his profession, though he won more distinction as a soldier in the Mexican and Civil Wars, and as a novelist. He was forty-six and a busy lawyer when he wrote his The Fair God, a historical novel founded on the occupation of Mexico by Cortez. He had become interested in Aztec antiquities during his campaigning in Mexico, and had written his book from the enthusiasm of an antiquarian rather than from the standpoint of the novelist, but he had found an attractive style, the brilliant and vivid narrative of Prescott joined with the colorful romantic atmosphere of Bulwer-Lytton. The success of the book led him in 1880 to issue his Ben-Hur, a Tale of the Christ, one of the most successful novels of the later nineteenth century. His The Prince of India, and the poems which followed it are inferior work. Ben-Hur has many of the elements which are to be found in Uncle Tom's Cabin. It combines sentiment, melodrama, stirring action, and picturesque background. It is crude at times, its colors are often spread on too lavishly, but on the whole it is strangely moving. Its characters are alive, its scenes of action are rapid and compelling, and its pictures of the Roman World satisfy the imagination. THE SEA FIGHT1 1 himself the question. They were without incentive. Patriotism, love of honor sense of duty, brought them no inspiration. They felt the thrill common to men rushed 5 helpless and blind into danger. It may be supposed the dullest of them, poising his oar, thought of all that might happen, yet could promise himself nothing; for victory would but rivet his chains the firmer, while the chances of the ship were his; sinking or on fire, he was doomed to her fate. Every soul aboard, even the ship, awoke. Officers went to their quarters. The marines took arms, and were led out, looking in all respects like legionaries. Sheaves of arrows and armfuls of javelins were carried on deck. By the central stairs the oil-tanks and fire-balls were set ready for use. Additional lanterns were 10 lighted. Buckets were filled with water. The rowers in relief assembled under guard in front of the chief. As Providence would have it, Ben-Hur was one of the latter. Overhead he heard the muf- 15 trymen? The reader, carrying the sugfled noise of the final preparations the sailors furling sail, spreading the nettings, unslinging the machines, and hanging the armor of bull-hide over the side. Presently quiet settled about the gallery 20 again; quite full of vague dread and expectation, which, interpreted, means ready. of At a signal passed down from the deck, and communicated to the hortator by a petty officer stationed on the stairs, all at 25 once the oars stopped. What did it mean? Of the hundred and twenty slaves chained to the benches, not one but asked Of the situation without they might not ask. And who were the enemy? And what if they were friends, brethren, coun gestion forward, will see the necessity which governed the Roman when, in such emergencies, he locked the hapless wretches to their seats. There was little time, however, for such thought with them. A sound like the rowing of galleys astern attracted Ben-Hur, and the Astræa rocked as if in the midst of countering waves. The idea of a fleet at hand broke upon him a fleet in manœuvre forming probably for attack. His blood started with the fancy. Another signal order came down from deck. The oars dipped, and the galley 1 Reprinted from Ben-Hur by permission of the 30 started imperceptibly. No sound from holders of the copyright, Harper & Brothers. without, none from within, yet each man in the cabin instinctively poised himself for a shock; the very ship seemed to catch the sense, and hold its breath, and go crouched tiger-like. and then a Roman in armor was borne down the hatchway, and laid bleeding, sometimes dying, on the floor. Sometimes, also, puffs of smoke, blended 5 with steam, and foul with the scent of roasting human flesh, poured into the cabin, turning the dimming light into yellow murk. Gasping for breath the while, Ben-Hur knew they were passing through the cloud of a ship on fire, and burning up with the rowers chained to the bench es. In such a situation time is inappreciable; so that Ben-Hur could form no judgment of distance gone. At last there was a sound of trumpets on deck, full, clear, long blown. The chief beat the soundingboard until it rang; the rowers reached to forward full length, and, deepening the dip of their oars, pulled suddenly with all their united force. The galley, quivering in every timber, answered with a leap. Other trumpets joined in the clamor from the rear, none forward from the latter quarter only a rising sound of voices in tumult heard briefly. There was a mighty blow; the rowers in front of the chief's platform reeled, some of them fell; 20 the ship bounded back, recovered, and rushed on more irresistibly than before. Shrill and high arose the shrieks of men in terror; over the blare of trumpets, and the grind and crash of the collision, they 25 Ben-Hur. He beheld the half naked cararose; then under his feet, under the keel, pounding, rumbling, breaking to pieces, drowning, Ben-Hur felt something overridden. The men about him looked at each other afraid. A shout of triumph 30 from the deck the beak of the Roman had won! But who were they whom the sea had drunk? Of what tongue, from what land were they? The Astrea all this time was in motion. Suddenly she stopped. The oars forward all 15 were dashed from the hands of the rowers, and the rowers from their benches. On deck, then, a furious trampling, and on the sides a grinding of ships afoul of each other. For the first time the beating of the gavel was lost in the uproar. Men sank on the floor in fear or looked about seeking a hiding-place. In the midst of the panic a body plunged or was pitched headlong down the hatchway, falling near No pause, no stay! Forward rushed 35 the Astræa; and, as it went, some sailors ran down, and, plunging the cotton balls into the oil-tanks, tossed them dripping to comrades at the head of the stairs: fire was to be added to other horrors of the 40 combat. Directly the galley heeled over so far that the oarsmen on the uppermost side with difficulty kept their benches. Again the hearty Roman cheer, and with it de- 45 spairing shrieks. An opposing vessel, caught by the grappling-hooks of the great crane swinging from the prow, was being lifted into the air that it might be dropped and sunk. 50 The shouting increased on the right hand and on the left; before, behind, swelled an indescribable clamor. Occasionally there was a crash, followed by sudden peals of fright, telling of other 55 ships ridden down, and their crews drowned in the vortexes. Nor was the fight all on one side. Now cass, a mass of hair blackening the face, and under it a shield of bull-hide and wicker-work-a barbarian from the white-skinned nations of the North whom death had robbed of plunder and rever How came he there? An iron hand had snatched him from the opposing deckno, the Astrea had been boarded! The Romans were fighting on their own deck? A chill smote the young Jew: Arrius was hard pressed he might be defending his own life. If he should be slain? God of Abraham forefend! The hopes and dreams so lately come, were they only hopes and dreams? Mother and sisterhouse-home- Holy Land - was he not to see them, after all? The tumult thundered above him; he looked around; in the cabin all was confusion the rowers on the benches paralyzed; men running blindly hither and thither; only the chief on his seat imperturbable, vainly beating the sounding-board, and waiting the order of the tribune in the red murk illustrating the matchless discipline which had won the world. The example had a good effect upon Ben-Hur. He controlled himself enough to think. Honor and duty bound the Roman to the platform; but what had he to do with such motives then? The bench was a thing to run from; while, if he were to die a slave, who would be the better for ing, leaped in, and all became darkness and surging water to Ben-Hur. It cannot be said that the young Jew helped himself in this stress. Besides his 5 usual strength, he had the indefinite extra force which nature keeps in reserve for just such perils to life; yet the darkness, and the whirl and roar of water, stupefied him. Even the holding his breath was in the sacrifice? With him living was duty, Once more Ben-Hur looked around. Upon the roof of the cabin the battle yet 30 ば、 against the sides the hostile vessels yet crushed and grided. On the benches, the slaves struggled to tear loose from their chains, and, finding their efforts vain, howled like madmen; the guards had gone 35 up stairs; discipline was out, panic in. No, the chief kept his chair, unchanged, calm as ever — - except the gavel, weaponless. Vainly with his clangor he filled the lulls in the din. Ben-Hur gave him a last 40 look, then broke away - not in flight, but to seek the tribune. The influx of the flood tossed him like a log forward into the cabin, where he would have drowned but for the refluence of the sinking motion. As it was, fathoms under the surface the hollow mass vomited him forth, and he arose along with the loosed débris. In the act of rising, he clutched something, and held to it. The time he was under seemed an age longer than it really was; at last he gained the top; with a great gasp he filled his lungs afresh, and, tossing the water from his hair and eyes, climbed higher upon the plank he held, and looked about him. Death had pursued him closely under the waves; he found it waiting for him when he was risen - waiting multiform. Smoke lay upon the sea like a semitransparent fog, through which here and there shone cores of intense brilliance. A quick intelligence told him that they were ships of fire. The battle was yet on; nor could he say who was victor. Within the radius of his vision now and then ships passed, shooting shadows athwart lights. Out of the dun clouds farther on he caught the crash of other ships colliding. The danger, however, was closer at hand. When the Astræa went down, her deck, it will be recollected, held her own crew, and the crews of the two galleys which had attacked her at the same time, all of whom were ingulfed. Many of them came to the surface together, and on the same plank or support of whatever kind continued the combat, begun possibly in the vortex fathoms down. Writhing and twisting in deadly embrace, sometimes striking with sword or javelin, they kept the sea around them in agitation, at one place inky-black, at another aflame with fiery reflections. With their struggles he had nothing to do; they were all his enemies: not one of them 55 but would kill him for the plank upon which he floated. He made haste to get A very short space lay between him and the stairs of the hatchway aft. He took it with a leap, and was half-way up the 45 steps-up far enough to catch a glimpse of the sky blood-red with fire, of the ships alongside, of the sea covered with ships and wrecks, of the fight closed in about the pilot's quarter, the assailants many, 50 the defenders few when suddenly his foothold was knocked away, and he pitched backward. The floor, when he reached it, seemed to be lifting itself and breaking to pieces; then, in a twinkling, the whole after-part of the hull broke asunder, and, as if it had all the time been lying in wait. the sea, hissing and foam away. About that time he heard oars in quick est movement, and beheld a galley coming down upon him. The tall prow seemed doubly tall, and the red light playing upon its gilt and carving gave it an appearance of snaky life. Under its foot the water churned to flying foam. He struck out, pushing the plank, which was very broad and unmanageable. Seconds were precious-half a second might save or lose him. In the crisis of the ef- 10 fort. up from the sea, within arm's reach, a helmet shot like a gleam of gold. Next came two hands with fingers extended - large hands were they, and strong their hold once fixed, might not 15 be loosed. Ben-Hur swerved from them appalled. Up rose the helmet and the head it encased then two arms, which began to beat the water wildly - the head turned back, and gave the face to the 20 light. The mouth gaping wide; the eyes open, but sightless, and the bloodless pallor of a drowning man- never anything more ghastly! Yet he gave a cry of joy at the sight, and as the face was going 25 under again, he caught the sufferer by the chain which passed from the helmet beneath the chin, and drew him to the plank. The man was Arrius, the tribune. For a while the water foamed and ed-30 died violently about Ben-Hur, taxing all his strength to hold to the support and at the same time keep the Roman's head above the surface. The galley had passed, leaving the two barely outside the stroke 35 of its oars. Right through the floating men, over heads helmeted as well as heads bare, she drove, in her wake nothing but the sea sparkling with fire. A muffled crash, succeeded by a great outcry, made 40 the rescuer look again from his charge. A certain savage pleasure touched his heart the Astrea was avenged. to make it. Here and there men were adrift like himself. In spots the sea was blackened by charred and sometimes smoking fragments. A galley up a long 5 way was lying to with a torn sail hanging from the tilted yard, and the oars all idle. Still farther away he could discern moving specks, which he thought might be ships in flight or pursuit, or they might be white birds a-wing. An hour passed thus. His anxiety increased. If relief came not speedily, Arrius would die. Sometimes he seemed already dead, he lay so still. He took the helmet off, and then, with greater difficulty, the cuirass; the heart he found fluttering. He took hope at the sign, and held on. There was nothing to do but wait, and, after the manner of his people, pray. The throes of recovery from drowning are more painful than the drowning. These Arrius passed through, and, at length, to Ben-Hur's delight, reached the point of speech. Gradually, from incoherent questions as to where he was, and by whom and how he had been saved, he reverted to the ba tle. The doubt of the victory stimulat his faculties to full return, a result aide not a little by a long rest—such as coul be had on their frail support. After å while he became talkative. 'Our rescue, I see, depends upon the result of the fight. I see also what thou hast done for me. To speak fairly, tho hast saved my life at the risk of thy own I make the acknowledgment broadly; and whatever cometh, thou hast my thanks More than that, if fortune doth but serve me kindly, and we get well out of this peril, I will do thee such favor as becom eth a Roman who hath power and oppor tunity to prove his gratitude. Yet, yet it After that the battle moved on. Resistance turned to flight. But who were 45 is to be seen if, with thy good intent, thor the victors? Ben-Hur was sensible how much his freedom and the life of the tribune depended upon that event. He pushed the plank under the latter until it hast really done me a kindness; or, rather speaking to thy good-will-he hesitated I would exact of thee a promise to de me, in a certain event, the greatest favor! floated him, after which all his care was 50 one man can do another and of that le to keep him there. The dawn came slowly. He watched its growing hopefully, yet sometimes afraid. Would it bring the Romans or the pirates? If the pirates, his charge was lost. At last morning broke in full, the air without a breath. Off to the left he saw the land, too far to think of attempting 55 me have thy pledge now.' 'If the thing be not forbidden, I will de it,' Ben-Hur replied. Arrius rested again. 'Art thou, indeed, a son of Hur, the Jew?' he next asked. 'It is as I have said.' 'I knew thy father' |