The Adventures of Louis de Rougemont, by Louis de Rougemont

Transcribed from the 1899 George Newnes edition by David Price, email [email protected]

THE ADVENTURES OF
LOUIS DE ROUGEMONT
As Told by Himself

With Forty-six Illustrations

London
George Newnes, Limited
Southampton Street, Strand
1899

[All rights reserved]

Printed by Ballantyne, Hanson & Co.
At the Ballantyne Press

DEDICATION

To my Devoted Wife,

YAMBA,

The Noblest Work of the Creator,
a good woman,

And to her People, my True and Streadfast Friends,
who never wavered in their confidence or
attachment, and to whom I owe the
Preservation of my Life,

this work

Is gratefully Dedicated

CHAPTER I

Early life—Leaving home—I meet Jensen—I go pearling—Daily routine—Submarine beauties—A fortune in pearls—Seized by an octopus—Shark-killing extraordinary—Trading with the natives—Impending trouble—Preparing for the attack—Baffling the savages.

I was born in or near Paris, in the year 1844.  My father was a fairly prosperous man of business—a general merchant, to be precise, who dealt largely in shoes; but when I was about ten years old, my mother, in consequence of certain domestic differences, took me to live with her at Montreux, and other places in Switzerland, where I was educated.  I visited many of the towns near Montreux, including Lausanne, Geneva, Neufchatel, &c.  The whole of the time I was at school I mixed extensively with English boys on account of their language and sports, both of which attracted me.

Boys soon begin to display their bent, and mine, curiously enough, was in the direction of geology.  I was constantly bringing home pieces of stone and minerals picked up in the streets and on the mountains, and asking questions about their origin and history.  My dear mother encouraged me in this, and later on I frequently went to Freiburg, in the Black Forest, to get a practical insight into smelting.  When I was about nineteen, however, a message arrived from my father, directing me to return to France and report myself as a conscript; but against this my mother resolutely set her face.  I fancy my father wanted me to take up the army as a career, but in deference to my mother’s wishes I remained with her in Switzerland for some time longer.  She and I had many talks about my future, and she at length advised me to take a trip to the East, and see what the experience of travel would do for me.  Neither of us had any definite project in view, but at length my mother gave me about 7000 francs and I set out for Cairo, intending eventually to visit and make myself acquainted with the French possessions in the Far East.  My idea was to visit such places as Tonkin, Cochin-China, Madagascar, Mauritius, Seychelles, &c.  My mother was of the opinion that if I saw a bit of the world in this way I would be more inclined to settle down at home with her at the end of my wanderings.  The primary cause of my going away was a little love episode.  Whilst at Montreux I fell in love with a charming young lady at a boarding-school near my home.  She was the daughter of some high personage in the court of Russia—but exactly what position he held I cannot say.  My mother was quite charmed with the young lady and viewed our attachment with delight.  But when my father heard of the matter he raised a decided objection to it, and ordered me to return to France and join the army.  He had, as I have previously intimated, made his own plans for my future, even to the point of deciding upon a future wife for me, as is customary in France; but I resolutely declined to conform to his wishes in this respect, and my mother quite sided with me.  I never quite knew how he got to hear of my love affair, but I conclude that my mother must have mentioned it to him.  I only stayed a few days in the wonderful metropolis of Egypt; its noises, its cosmopolitanism, its crowds—these, and many other considerations, drove me from the city, and I set out for Singapore.

I had not been many days in that place when, chancing to make inquiries at a store kept by a Mr. Shakespeare, I was casually introduced to a Dutch pearl-fisher named Peter Jensen.  Although I describe him as a Dutch pearler I am somewhat uncertain as to his exact nationality.  I am under the impression that he told me he came from Copenhagen, but in those days the phrase “Dutchman” had a very wide application.  If a man hailed from Holland, Sweden, Norway, or any neighbouring country, he was always referred to as a Dutchman.  This was in 1863.  We grew quite friendly, Jensen and I, and he told me he had a small forty-ton schooner at Batavia, in which sturdy little craft he used to go on his pearling expeditions.

“I am now,” he said, “about to organise a trip to some untouched pearling grounds off the south of New Guinea, but have not sufficient capital to defray the preliminary expenses.”

This hint I took, and I offered to join him.  He once agreed, and we commenced our preparations without delay—in Batavia.  Now when a pearler engaged a crew of native divers there in those days, he had to deposit beforehand with the Dutch Government a certain sum for each man entering his service, this money being a guarantee that the man would get his wages.  Well, I placed all the money that I had with me at Captain Jensen’s disposal, provided he gave me a share in the venture we were about to undertake.  “We will not,” he said to me in Singapore, “draw up an agreement here, but will do so at Batavia,” and forthwith we set sail for that place.  Before leaving Singapore, however, Jensen bought some nautical instruments he could not get at Batavia—including compasses, quadrant, chronometer, &c.  Strange to say, he did not tell me that his ship was named the Veielland until we had arrived at Batavia.  Here the contract was duly drawn up, and the vessel fitted out for the voyage.  I fancy this was the first time Jensen had embarked on a pearling expedition on a craft of the size of the Veielland, his previous trips having been undertaken on much smaller vessels, say of about ten tons.  Although the fitting out of the ship was left entirely in his hands, I insisted upon having a supply of certain stores for myself put aboard—things he would never have thought about.  These included such luxuries as tinned and compressed vegetables, condensed milk, &c.  Jensen did not even think of ship’s biscuits until I called his attention to the oversight.  He demurred at first about buying them, but I told him I would not go until we had the biscuits aboard.  Jensen was a very bluff, enigmatic sort of fellow, as I afterwards found out.  He was of a sullen, morose nature, and I could never get much out of him about his past.  He would not speak about himself under any circumstances, and at no time of our acquaintance was he any sort of a sociable companion.  He was very hard upon the sailors under him, and was much addicted to the use of strong language.  I admit that I was an absolute “muff” in those days, and Jensen was quick to grasp the fact.  He was very fond of schnapps, whilst I hated the smell of the stuff.  Moreover, he was a great smoker, and here again our tastes differed.

Our preparations in Batavia complete, we next went over to the islands of the Dutch Archipelago, and