Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 66, No. 410, December 1849Various
History
Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 66, No. 410, December 1849
Various
England -- Periodicals; Scotland -- Periodicals
trembling at every shiver in the foresail's edge, lest either it or the
mast should go.
Suddenly we began to get into a fearful swell--the Indiaman plunged
and shook in every spar left her. I could see nothing ahead, from the
wheel, and in the dark: we were getting close in with the land, and the
time was coming; but still I held south-east-by-east to the mark of
her head in the compass box, as nearly as might and main could do if,
for the heaves that made me think once or twice she was to strike next
moment. If she went ashore in my hands! why, it was like to drive one
mad with fear; and I waited for Jacobs to come back, with a brain ready
to turn, almost as if I'd have left the wheel to the other helmsman,
and run forward into the bows to look out. The captain lay raving,
and shouting behind me, though no one else could either have heard or
seen him; and where the chief officer was all this time, surprised me,
unless the madman had made away with him, or locked him in his own
cabin, in return for being shut up himself,--which in fact proved to
be the case, cunning as it was to send for him so quietly. At length
Jacobs struggled aft to me again, and charging him, for heaven's sake,
to steer exactly the course I gave, I drove before the full strength of
the squall along-decks to the bowsprit, where I held on and peered out.
Dead ahead of us was the high line of coast in the dark--not a mile of
swell between the ship and it. By this time the low boom of the surf
came under the wind, and you saw the breakers lifting all along,--not
a single opening in them! I had lost sight of my landmarks, and my
heart gulped into my mouth--what I felt 'twould be vain to say,--till I
thought I _did_ make out one short patch of sheer black in the range of
foam, scarce so far on our bow as I'd reckoned the fire to have been:
indeed, instead of that, it was rather on her weather than her lee
bow; and the more I watched it, and the nearer we drove in that five
minutes, the broader it was. "By all that's good!" I thought, "if a
river there is, that must be the mouth of it!" But, by heavens! on our
present course, the ship would run just right upon the point,--and, to
strike the clear water, her fore-yard would require to be braced up,
able or not, though the force of the tornado would come fearfully on
her quarter, then. There was the chance of taking all the masts out of
her; but let them stand ten minutes, and the thing was done, when we
opened into the lee of the points--otherwise all was over!
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