A journey to the world under-groundHolberg, Ludvig
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A journey to the world under-ground
Holberg, Ludvig
Utopias -- Early works to 1800; Voyages, Imaginary -- Early works to 1800
Having long plough’d the Ocean with a prosperous Gale, we at length
came in Sight of other Syrens, who by Intervals would set up a most
hideous and dismal Yell. This struck an uncommon Terror into the
Sailors, who knew, by woful Experience, that such mournful Musick
portended Storms and Shipwrecks. Hereupon we immediately took in our
Sails, and every Man was order’d to his Post. We had scarce made an End
of our Work before we saw the Heavens cover’d with black Clouds. The
Waves began to swell, and such a Storm follow’d, that the Pilot, who
had us’d the Subterranean Seas for almost forty Years, declar’d he had
never known so terrible a one. Every Thing that happen’d to be upon
Deck was immediately wash’d overboard, partly by Means of the Waves,
which were every Moment breaking over it, and partly by the violent
Rain’s which fell at the same Time, attended with dreadful Lightning
and loud Claps of Thunder. So that all the Elements seem’d to conspire
together for our Destruction. Our Main-Mast was presently broke short
off and carry’d away, and the rest soon follow’d it. We had nothing
now but Death before our Eyes. One was calling out upon his Wife and
Children, another upon his Friends and Relations, and the whole Vessel
resounded with their mournful Cries. The Pilot, though without Hope
himself, was nevertheless oblig’d to sooth the rest with Hopes, and to
advise them not to give Way to unavailing Sorrows. Whilst he was in the
Midst of this Discourse, a sudden Gust of Wind hurry’d him overboard,
and he was quickly swallow’d up by the Waves. Three others underwent
the same Fate, namely, the Purser, and two Sailors. I was the only
one who bore the general Calamity without repining. Life was grown a
Burden to me, and I had no Inclination to return to _Martinia_, where I
had forfeited my Liberty and good Name. All the Compassion I had left
was for the Captain, who had treated me with so much Kindness during
our whole Voyage. I strove with all the Eloquence I was Master of, to
raise his drooping Spirits; but in vain; he persisted in his Sighs and
womanish Complaints, till a Wave came rolling over us, and carry’d him
away with it into the Ocean.
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