Frontier and pioneer life -- Québec (Province) -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Short stories
24.--We had a dreadful night, and I slept only by snatches. At midnight
the tempest seemed to reach its heighth, when its roar drowned all
other sounds. The ship swayed and rolled as if she would capsize,
while ever and anon she shipped a sea that flooded our little cabin,
and threatened to tear the house, of which it forms part, from its
fastenings and carry it overboard. How I prayed for daylight! When
at last the dawn of another day came, the wind lessened somewhat in
its force, but the waves were higher and stronger, and while the ship
was still shuddering from the dreadful blow dealt by one, another
struck her, and made her stagger worse than before. Peering out of the
side-scuttle I could see naught but a wild tumult of waters--yawning
abysses of green water and moving mountains crested with foam. The
writhing, ceaseless activity of the raging waters deeply impressed
me. Our ship at one time seemed to be about to be engulfed; the next
moment she towered above the highest waves. So far as I could make
out she was driving before the gale under her foresail, close reefed.
It was noon before it was safe to step out on deck. The wind was dying
away but the ocean was still a wild scene. With little way on the ship,
she rolled and pitched, so that to keep from falling I had to clutch
at whatever I could get a hold of. The sails were slatting against the
masts with a noise like thunder. It was late in the day when a breeze
came up, which steadied the vessel and caused her to ship no more
water, when the mate ordered the hatches to be opened. I was standing
by, concerned to know how it had gone with my people. The first man to
come up was my uncle. He had been waiting anxiously to see me. His wife
had taken ill during the night, and he was afraid her trouble was the
fever. I hurried down with him and found her pulse high and her body
racked with pains. All that we had in our power to do for her was to
give a few drops of laudanum from a bottle Aileen had brought with her,
which eased her pains and gave her some rest. Aileen wanted to go and
see her but I would not allow her, the sights and stench of between
decks being revolting and past description. Uncle says the passengers
passed a dreadful night. The seams opened in the forepeak, and the
water coming in caused a panic, the belief being the ship was about to
sink. One old man was thrown against a trunk and had three ribs broken
and a girl, ill from dysentery, died during the worst of the storm.
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