“I retired to bed, deeply reflecting upon the past, unable to
sleep, when about nine o’clock P.M., many hours after Kemble had
been laid by, I was called out of bed to visit a man taken suddenly
ill in his hammock, hanging near Kemble’s apartment. It was an
hour when all but the watch on deck had turned in; general silence
reigned, and all the lights below put out, with the exception of a
single lamp in the sick apartment, where lay the remains of Kemble.
I had bled the sick man--he was relieved. I entered the sick-room
before I retired to replace something, and was turning round to
leave it, being alone, when suddenly I was almost petrified upon
beholding Kemble sitting up in his berth, with his eyes (which had
regained their former brilliancy and intelligence) fixed intently
upon mine. I became, for a moment, speechless and motionless.
Thinks I to myself, what have I done, or left undone, in this man’s
case, that should cause him thus to stare at me, at this late hour,
and I alone? I waited a long time in painful suspense, dreading
some horrid disclosure, when I was relieved by his commanding me
to fetch him some water. With what alacrity I obeyed can easily be
imagined. I gave him a tin mug containing water, which he put to
his mouth, drank off the contents, and returned to me; then laid
himself quietly down for the last time. His situation was precisely
the same in every respect as before described. The time was now
expired which, he had said, was given him to remain in the body.
The next day by noon, all hands attended as usual to hear the
funeral service read, and see his remains consigned to a watery
grave. It was an unusually solemn period. Seamen are naturally
superstitious, and on this occasion their minds had been wrought
upon in a singular manner. Decorum is always observed by sailors
at such times; but now they were all affected to tears, and when
the body was slid from the plank into the sea, every one rushed
instinctively to the ship’s side to take a last look. The usual
weights had been attached to the feet, yet, as if in compliance
with his comrades’ anxiety to see more of him, the body rose
perpendicularly from the water breast-high two or three times.
This incident added greatly to the astonishment already created in
the minds of the men. I beg leave to remark that it was not thought
proper to keep the body longer in the warm latitude we were in.
“I have now given a short and very imperfect sketch of the
important events attending the last illness and death of William
Kemble. It is submitted to the ladies in this state, begging they
will excuse haste and inaccuracy. The change produced upon the crew
was for a time very remarkable. It appeared as if they would never
smile or swear again. The effect wore off by degrees, except when
the subject was renewed.
W. TURK.”
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