Dorymates: A Tale of the Fishing BanksMunroe, Kirk
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Dorymates: A Tale of the Fishing Banks
Munroe, Kirk
Newfoundland and Labrador -- Fiction
"When we were first shut in there we could sit on the edge of the lower
bunks; but before Dick left the water had risen so that we were sitting
in it, and I soon had to stand on the bunks to keep out of it. It must
have been night again, for no ray of light came in through the broken
hatch, when I found the water so deep that I was obliged to climb up on
the foremast, and sit there with my head between two of the bunks on the
upper side. I knew this was the last move I could make, and I fully
expected to die there. I had no way of knowing how long I sat there; but
it seemed like many hours, and doubtless was.
"All of a sudden, I seemed to hear faint, far-away voices, then some
heavy object struck the hull of the schooner, and directly I heard
footsteps, as though men were walking upon the bottom above me. I nearly
suffocated in my efforts to shout; but somehow I couldn’t utter a sound.
I don’t know whether it was from excitement or weakness, but my voice
had left me. Then I tried to make them hear by pounding with my fists on
the planking overhead; but though I kept it up until my hands were
bleeding and numb, the sound did not reach them. At last I ceased to
hear the footsteps, and imagined that the men, having satisfied their
curiosity, were going to leave, which, as I afterwards found out, was
the case.
"At that moment I thought of my watch, which was still in my pocket, and
which, as you know, Breeze, had a very heavy silver case. Pounding on
the planking with it, I succeeded in making a sound that attracted their
attention just as they were about to pull away. I never stopped my
pounding for a moment until somebody sung out, ‘Hello in the schooner!
Is anybody inside there?’
"I found voice then to answer that I was in there all alone, that the
water had nearly reached me, and to beg them not to go away without
trying to do something for me.
"‘All right, shipmate,’ came the answer; ‘we won’t leave you as long as
there’s a chance of saving you. You may count on that. We are only going
for some tools to cut a hole with, and will be back in a few minutes. So
keep up a good heart.’
"I heard them go away and then return again; and by rapping on the
planking with my watch, I managed to show them a place between two ribs
where there was no inside sheathing. Here they began to cut, after
asking me how thick the planking was. They did not break through in any
one place until they had cut very nearly through all around, for fear of
making holes out of which the air would rush. In that case, you see, the
schooner would quickly sink, taking me with her.
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