TELLS CHIEFLY OF THE WONDERFUL EFFECTS
OF THIS ERUPTION ON THE WOULD AT LARGE.
The great explosions of that morning
had done more damage and had achieved results more
astounding than lies in the power of language adequately
to describe, or of history to parallel.
Let us take a glance at this subject in passing.
An inhabitant of Anjer—owner
of a hotel, a ship-chandler’s store, two houses,
and a dozen boats—went down to the beach
about six on the morning of that fateful 27th of August.
He had naturally been impressed by the night of the
26th, though, accustomed as he was to volcanic eruptions,
he felt no apprehensions as to the safety of the town.
He went to look to the moorings of his boats, leaving
his family of seven behind him. While engaged
in this work he observed a wave of immense size approaching.
He leaped into one of his boats, which was caught up
by the wave and swept inland, carrying its owner there
in safety. But this was the wave that sealed
the doom of the town and most of its inhabitants,
including the hotel-keeper’s family and all that
he possessed.
This is one only out of thousands
of cases of bereavement and destruction.
A lighthouse-keeper was seated in
his solitary watch-tower, speculating, doubtless,
on the probable continuance of such a violent outbreak,
while his family and mates—accustomed to
sleep in the midst of elemental war—were
resting peacefully in the rooms below, when one of
the mighty waves suddenly appeared, thundered past,
and swept the lighthouse with all its inhabitants
away.
This shows but one of the many disasters
to lighthouses in Sunda Straits.
A Dutch man-of-war—the
Berouw—was lying at anchor in Lampong
Bay, fifty miles from Krakatoa. The great wave
came, tore it from its anchorage, and carried it—like
the vessel of our friend David Roy—nearly
two miles inland!
Masses of coral of immense size and
weight were carried four miles inland by the same
wave. The river at Anjer was choked up; the conduit
which used to carry water into the place was destroyed,
and the town itself was laid in ruins.
But these are only a few of the incidents
of the great catastrophe. Who can conceive, much
less tell of, those terrible details of sudden death
and disaster to thousands of human beings, resulting
from an eruption which destroyed towns like Telok
Betong, Anjer, Tyringin, etc., besides numerous
villages and hamlets on the shores of Java and Sumatra,
and caused the destruction of more than 36,000 souls?
But it is to results of a very different
kind, and on a much more extended scale, that we must
turn if we would properly estimate the magnitude,
the wide-spreading and far-reaching influences, and
the extraordinary character, of the Krakatoa outburst
of 1883.
In the first place, it is a fact,
testified to by some of the best-known men of science,
that the shock of the explosion extended appreciably
right round the world, and seventeen miles (some say
even higher!) up into the heavens.
Mr. Verbeek, in his treatise on this
subject, estimates that a cubic mile of Krakatoa was
propelled in the form of the finest dust into the
higher regions of the atmosphere—probably
about thirty miles! The dust thus sent into the
sky was of “ultra-microscopic fineness,”
and it travelled round and round the world in a westerly
direction, producing those extraordinary sunsets and
gorgeous effects and afterglows which became visible
in the British Isles in the month of November following
the eruption; and the mighty waves which caused such
destruction in the vicinity of Sunda Straits travelled—not
once, but at least—six times round the
globe, as was proved by trustworthy and independent
observations of tide-gauges and barometers made and
recorded at the same time in nearly all lands—including
our own.
Other volcanoes, it is said by those
who have a right to speak in regard to such matters,
have ejected more “stuff,” but not one
has equalled Krakatoa in the intensity of its explosions,
the appalling results of the sea-waves, the wonderful
effects in the sky, and the almost miraculous nature
of the sounds.
Seated on a log under a palm-tree
in Batavia, on that momentous morning of the 27th,
was a sailor who had been left behind sick by Captain
Roy when he went on his rather Quixotic trip to the
Keeling Islands. He was a somewhat delicate son
of the sea. Want of self-restraint was his complaint—leading
to a surfeit of fruit and other things, which terminated
in a severe fit of indigestion and indisposition to
life in general. He was smoking—that
being a sovereign and infallible cure for indigestion
and all other ills that flesh is heir to, as every
one knows!
“I say, old man,” he inquired,
with that cheerful tone and air which usually accompanies
incapacity for food. “Do it always rain
ashes here?”
The old man whom he addressed was a veteran Malay
seaman.
“No,” replied the Malay, “sometimes
it rain mud—hot mud.”
“Do it? Oh! well—anything
for variety, I s’pose,” returned the sailor,
with a growl which had reference to internal disarrangements.
“Is it often as dark as this
in the daytime, an’ is the sun usually green?”
he asked carelessly, more for the sake of distracting
the mind from other matters than for the desire of
knowledge.
“Sometime it’s more darker,”
replied the old man. “I’ve seed it
so dark that you couldn’t see how awful dark
it was.”
As he spoke, a sound that has been
described by ear-witnesses as “deafening”
smote upon their tympanums, the log on which they sat
quivered, the earth seemed to tremble, and several
dishes in a neighbouring hut were thrown down and
broken.
“I say, old man, suthin’
busted there,” remarked the sailor, taking the
pipe from his mouth and quietly ramming its contents
down with the end of his blunt forefinger.
The Malay looked grave.
“The gasometer?” suggested the sailor.
“No, that never busts.”
“A noo mountain come into action, p’raps,
an’ blow’d its top off?”
“Shouldn’t wonder if that’s
it—close at hand too. We’s used
to that here. But them’s bigger cracks
than or’nar’.”
The old Malay was right as to the
cause, but wrong as to distance. Instead of being
a volcano “close at hand,” it was Krakatoa
eviscerating itself a hundred miles off, and the sound
of its last grand effort “extended over 50 degrees
= about 3000 miles.”
On that day all the gas lights were
extinguished in Batavia, and the pictures rattled
on the walls as though from the action of an earthquake.
But there was no earthquake. It was the air-wave
from Krakatoa, and the noise produced by the air-waves
that followed was described as “deafening.”
The effect of the sounds of the explosions
on the Straits Settlements generally was not only
striking, but to some extent amusing. At Carimon,
in Java—355 miles distant from Krakatoa—it
was supposed that a vessel in distress was firing
guns, and several native boats were sent off to render
assistance, but no distressed vessel was to be found!
At Acheen, in Sumatra—1073 miles distant—they
supposed that a fort was being attacked and the troops
were turned out under arms. At Singapore—522
miles off—they fancied that the detonations
came from a vessel in distress and two steamers were
despatched to search for it. And here the effect
on the telephone, extending to Ishore, was remarkable.
On raising the tubes a perfect roar as of a waterfall
was heard. By shouting at the top of his voice,
the clerk at one end could make the clerk at the other
end hear, but he could not render a word intelligible.
At Perak—770 miles off—the sounds
were thought to be distant salvos of artillery, and
Commander Hon. F. Vereker, R.N., of H.M.S. Magpie,
when 1227 miles distant (in lat. 5° 52’ N. long.
118° 22’ E.), states that the detonations of
Krakatoa were distinctly heard by those on board his
ship, and by the inhabitants of the coast as far as
Banguey Island, on August 27th. He adds that
they resembled distant heavy cannonading. In a
letter from St. Lucia Bay—1116 miles distant—it
was stated that the eruption was plainly heard all
over Borneo. A government steamer was sent out
from the Island of Timor—1351 miles off—to
ascertain the cause of the disturbance! In South
Australia also, at places 2250 miles away, explosions
were heard on the 26th and 27th which “awakened”
people, and were thought worthy of being recorded and
reported. From Tavoy, in Burmah—1478
miles away—the report came—“All
day on August 27th unusual sounds were heard, resembling
the boom of guns. Thinking there might be a wreck
or a ship in distress, the Tavoy Superintendent sent
out the police launch, but they ‘could see nothing.’”
And so on, far and near, similar records were made,
the most distant spot where the sounds were reported
to have been heard being Rodriguez, in the Pacific,
nearly 3000 miles distant!
One peculiar feature of the records
is that some ships in the immediate neighbourhood
of Krakatoa did not experience the shock in proportionate
severity. Probably this was owing to their being
so near that a great part of the concussion and sound
flew over them—somewhat in the same way
that the pieces of a bomb-shell fly over men who, being
too near to escape by running, escape by flinging
themselves flat on the ground.
Each air-wave which conveyed these
sounds, commencing at Krakatoa as a centre, spread
out in an ever-increasing circle till it reached a
distance of 180° from its origin and encircled the
earth at its widest part, after which it continued
to advance in a contracting form until it reached
the antipodes of the volcano; whence it was reflected
or reproduced and travelled back again to Krakatoa.
Here it was turned right-about-face and again despatched
on its long journey. In this way it oscillated
backward and forward not fewer than six times before
traces of it were lost. We say “traces,”
because these remarkable facts were ascertained, tracked,
and corroborated by independent barometric observation
in all parts of the earth.
For instance, the passage of the great
air-wave from Krakatoa to its antipodes, and from
its antipodes back to Krakatoa, was registered six
times by the automatic barometer at Greenwich.
The instrument at Kew Observatory confirmed the records
of Greenwich, and so did the barometers of other places
in the kingdom. Everywhere in Europe also this
fact was corroborated, and in some places even a seventh
oscillation was recorded. The Greenwich record
shows that the air-waves took about thirty-six hours
to travel from pole to pole, thus proving that they
travelled at about the rate of ordinary sound-waves,
which, roughly speaking, travel at the rate of between
six and seven hundred miles an hour.
The height of the sea-waves that devastated
the neighbouring shores, being variously estimated
at from 50 to 135 feet, is sufficiently accounted
for by the intervention of islands and headlands, etc.,
which, of course, tended to diminish the force, height,
and volume of waves in varying degrees.
These, like the air-waves, were also
registered—by self-acting tide-gauges and
by personal observation—all over the world,
and the observations coincided as to date with
the great eruptions of the 26th and 27th of August.
The influence of the sea-waves was observed and noted
in the Java sea—which is shallow and where
there are innumerable obstructions—as far
as 450 miles, but to the west they swept over the
deep waters of the Indian Ocean on to Cape Horn, and
even, it is said, to the English Channel.
The unusual disturbance of ocean in
various places was sufficiently striking. At
Galle, in Ceylon, where the usual rise and fall of
the tide is 2 feet, the master-attendant reports that
on the afternoon of the 27th four remarkable waves
were noticed in the port. The last of these was
preceded by an unusual recession of the sea to such
an extent that small boats at their anchorage were
left aground—a thing that had never been
seen before. The period of recession was only
one-and-a-half minutes; then the water paused, as
it were, for a brief space, and, beginning to rise,
reached the level of the highest high-water mark in
less than two minutes, thus marking a difference of
8 feet 10 inches instead of the ordinary 2 feet.
At one place there was an ebb and
flood tide, of unusual extent, within half-an-hour.
At another, a belt of land, including a burying-ground,
was washed away, so that according to the observer
“it appeared as if the dead had sought shelter
with the living in a neighbouring cocoa-nut garden!”
Elsewhere the tides were seen to advance and recede
ten or twelve times—in one case even twenty
times—on the 27th.
At Trincomalee the sea receded three
times and returned with singular force, at one period
leaving part of the shore suddenly bare, with fish
struggling in the mud. The utilitarian tendency
of mankind was at once made manifest by some fishermen
who, seizing the opportunity, dashed into the struggling
mass and began to reap the accidental harvest, when—alas
for the poor fishermen!—the sea rushed in
again and drove them all away.
In the Mauritius, however, the fishers
were more fortunate, for when their beach was exposed
in a similar manner, they succeeded in capturing a
good many fish before the water returned.
Even sharks were disturbed in their
sinister and slimy habits of life by this outburst
of Krakatoa—and no wonder, when it is recorded
that in some places “the sea looked like water
boiling heavily in a pot,” and that “the
boats which were afloat were swinging in all directions.”
At one place several of these monsters were flung
out of their native home into pools, where they were
left struggling till their enemy man terminated their
career.
Everywhere those great waves produced
phenomena which were so striking as to attract the
attention of all classes of people, to ensure record
in most parts of the world, and to call for the earnest
investigation of the scientific men of many lands—and
the conclusion to which such men have almost universally
come is, that the strange vagaries of the sea all
over the earth, the mysterious sounds heard in so many
widely distant places, and the wonderful effects in
the skies of every quarter of the globe, were all
due to the eruption of the Krakatoa volcano in 1883.
With reference to these last—the
sky-effects-a few words may not be out of place here.
The superfine “ultra-microscopic”
dust, which was blown by the volcano in quantities
so enormous to such unusual heights, was, after dropping
its heavier particles back to earth, caught by the
breezes which always blow in the higher regions from
east to west, and carried by them for many months
round and round the world. The dust was thickly
and not widely spread at first, but as time went on
it gradually extended itself on either side, becoming
visible to more and more of earth’s inhabitants,
and at the same time becoming necessarily less dense.
Through this medium the sun’s
rays had to penetrate. In so far as the dust-particles
were opaque they would obscure these rays; where they
were transparent or polished they would refract and
reflect them. That the material of which those
dust-particles was composed was very various has been
ascertained, proved, and recorded by the Krakatoa Committee.
The attempt to expound this matter would probably overtax
the endurance of the average reader, yet it may interest
all to know that this dust-cloud travelled westward
within the tropics at the rate of about double the
speed of an express train—say 120 miles
an hour; crossed the Indian Ocean and Africa in three
days, the Atlantic in two, America in two, and, in
short, put a girdle round the world in thirteen days.
Moreover, the cloud of dust was so big that it took
two or three days to pass any given point. During
its second circumnavigation it was considerably spread
and thinned, and the third time still more so, having
expanded enough to include Europe and the greater part
of North America. It had thinned away altogether
and disappeared in the spring of 1884.
Who has not seen—at least
read or heard of—the gorgeous skies of the
autumn of 1883? Not only in Britain, but in all
parts of the world, these same skies were seen, admired,
and commented on as marvellous. And so they were.
One of the chief peculiarities about them, besides
their splendour, was the fact that they consisted
chiefly of “afterglows”—that
is, an increase of light and splendour after
the setting of the sun, when, in an ordinary state
of things, the grey shadows of evening would have
descended on the world. Greenish-blue suns; pink
clouds; bright yellow, orange, and crimson afterglows;
gorgeous, magnificent, blood-red skies—the
commentators seemed unable to find language adequately
to describe them. Listen to a German observer’s
remarks on the subject:—
“The display of November 29th
was the grandest and most manifold. I give a
description as exactly; as possible, for its overwhelming
magnificence still presents itself to me as if it had
been yesterday. When the sun had set about a
quarter of an hour, there was not much afterglow,
but I had observed a remarkably yellow bow in the south,
about 10° above the horizon. In about ten minutes
more this arc rose pretty quickly, extended itself
all over the east and up to and beyond the zenith.
The sailors declared, ‘Sir, that is the Northern
Lights.’ I thought I had never seen Northern
Lights in greater splendour. After five minutes
more the-light had faded, though not vanished, in the
east and south, and the finest purple-red rose up
in the south-west; one could imagine one’s-self
in Fairyland.”
All this, and a great deal more, was
caused by the dust of Krakatoa!
“But how—how—why?”
exclaims an impatient and puzzled reader.
“Ay—there’s
the rub.” Rubbing, by the way, may have
had something to do with it. At all events we
are safe to say that whatever there was of electricity
in the matter resulted from friction.
Here is what the men of science say—as
far as we can gather and condense.
The fine dust blown out of Krakatoa
was found, under the microscope, to consist of excessively
thin, transparent plates or irregular specks of pumice—which
inconceivably minute fragments were caused by enormous
steam pressure in the interior and the sudden expansion
of the masses blown out into the atmosphere.
Of this glassy dust, that which was blown into the
regions beyond the clouds must have been much finer
even than that which was examined. These glass
fragments were said by Dr. Flügel to contain either
innumerable air-bubbles or minute needle-like crystals,
or both. Small though these vesicles were when
ejected from the volcano, they would become still
smaller by bursting when they suddenly reached a much
lower pressure of atmosphere at a great height.
Some of them, however, owing to tenacity of material
and other causes, might have failed to burst and would
remain floating in the upper air as perfect microscopic
glass balloons. Thus the dust was a mass of particles
of every conceivable shape, and so fine that no watches,
boxes, or instruments were tight enough to exclude
from their interior even that portion of the dust
which was heavy enough to remain on earth!
Now, to the unscientific reader it
is useless to say more than that the innumerable and
varied positions of these glassy particles, some transparent,
others semi-transparent or opaque, reflecting the sun’s
rays in different directions, with a complex modification
of colour and effect resulting from the blueness of
the sky, the condition of the atmosphere, and many
other causes—all combined to produce the
remarkable appearances of light and colour which aroused
the admiration and wonder of the world in 1883.
The more one thinks of these things,
and the deeper one dives into the mysteries of nature,
the more profoundly is one impressed at once with a
humbling sense of the limited amount of one’s
knowledge, and an awe-inspiring appreciation of the
illimitable fields suggested by that comprehensive
expression: “THE WONDERFUL WORKS OF GOD.”