A year in China : $b and a narrative of capture and imprisonment, when homeward bound, on board the rebel pirate FloridaWilliams, Martha Noyes
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A year in China : $b and a narrative of capture and imprisonment, when homeward bound, on board the rebel pirate Florida
Williams, Martha Noyes
Capture at sea -- Personal narratives; China -- Description and travel; Piracy -- Personal narratives
Although we had a favorable trade-wind within a week after entering
the Indian Ocean, it lasted only for a few days, and before the
21st of the month, as we neared the latitude of Mauritius, the heat
greatly increased, and we were again visited with light winds and
calms. For a week after leaving Fuh-chau it was pleasantly cool, but
from that time the mercury had not fallen below eighty degrees, and
sometimes it was as high as ninety and ninety-six degrees, which made
an atmosphere that, without the sea-breeze, would have been almost
unendurable. On Christmas Day we were passing the Isle of Bourbon; and
at night, having severe squalls of wind, were made painfully aware that
we were again in the hurricane latitudes at an inopportune season.
These squalls, however, lasted but for a short time, and, leaving
us with a fair breeze, we had passed the longitude of Madagascar
and were sailing prosperously onward, when we were suddenly visited
with a terrific squall from the northwest. This came on during the
afternoon of January 1st, 1863, when we were about off Port Natal.
As I had never before taken a voyage in a sailing vessel, and this
being the most fearful wind we had encountered, the loud screaming
tones of the captain, giving his orders, and the noise of the sailors
as they hastened to furl the sails, together with the howling of the
wind through the rigging, was appalling. It blew a gale during the
night, nor did it abate so that we could make sail until the following
afternoon; and yet this squall, and the few tempestuous hours that
followed it, bore no comparison to the sharp southeaster we encountered
three days afterwards.
We were then nearly off Great Fish River, with the prospect of soon
rounding the Cape. The gale, which commenced on Saturday, reached
its culminating point on Sunday, and we were obliged to lie to until
Monday morning. For several hours, fastenings arranged with pulleys
were attached to each side of the wheel, in order to keep the rudder
steady; and for still greater safety, a man crouched upon deck was
stationed to hold at each of the fastenings, while two men stood at
the wheel, and carefully guided the ship. The gale had continued many
hours before I could call sufficient courage into requisition to
take a view of the scene of awful grandeur about us. Being assured,
however, that our vessel was in no danger from the storm, I finally
ascended to the quarter-deck, from whence the huge and extensive waves
of the broad ocean presented a sublime though fearful spectacle. The
ship, although tossed about by the waves like a frail canoe, at the
same time rode them so easily that I soon learned to view the scene
with less terror and more satisfaction than I ever expected to regard
so fierce a tempest. We frequently shipped seas upon the main-deck;
and occasionally a wave dashing over the cabin, swept also the
quarter-deck. One of these waves, in fact, finally drove me below,
where I was glad to remain.
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