Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, No. 744, March 30, 1878Various
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Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, No. 744, March 30, 1878
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Song followed song after this, the crackling of the roaring fire and
the ceaseless din of the jungle forming an obligato accompaniment,
which somehow seemed appropriate to the occasion, till a gun from the
distant ship warned us that our time was up. Hereupon the officer in
charge sent a couple of hands to haul in the cutter, which had been
left at anchor in the river. Easier said than done, however, seeing
that after a prolonged absence they returned, looking somewhat alarmed,
and reported that they could not find the boat anywhere. This caused
rather a commotion among the party, which a whisper of ‘Pirates’ did
not diminish; so a rush was made for the rifles; and thus armed we
marched to the beach; but not a sign of the boat could be found. There
was just a chance that she had broken adrift; so the dingey was quickly
manned and shoved off in search; but almost directly a loud shout
announced that the cutter had been found full of water and apparently
sinking. A number of men swam off to her at once; but the steep banks
prevented our hauling her up; and we had just time, by dint of hard
work, to remove her sails, oars, &c., when she sank, leaving us to our
resources on the sand.
Our position looked unpleasant enough now, thus cast away in a
piratical district; and besides, the gathering clouds to windward,
of inky blackness, foretold to our experienced eyes that one of the
violent squalls of wind and rain called Sumatras, which are of daily
occurrence at this season, would soon be upon us. Seamen, however, are
the handiest of mortals; and in a surprisingly short space of time a
tent was rigged from the boats’ sails and spars, under which we all
huddled from the storm, which was now in full strength. How the rain
did come down! As if the very flood-gates of heaven were open! And how
the furious wind shook our frail tent till we expected every moment to
have it down about our ears. The situation was becoming every moment
the more trying, as with sails soaked through, we were subjected to
the full brunt of the awful drench. In spite of the trenches that we
had dug in the sand with our oars to serve as water-ways, we were soon
lying in a pool of water.
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