Frontier and pioneer life -- Québec (Province) -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Short stories
30.--Cold and rainy with fog. A north-west wind is blowing that drives
the ship at a good rate, though not straight on her course. The fever
spreads and to the other horrors of the steerage is added the cries of
those in delirium. While I was coming from the galley this afternoon,
with a pan of stirabout for some sick children, a man suddenly sprang
upwards from the hatchway, rushed to the bulwark, his white hair
streaming in the wind, and without a moment’s hesitation leaped into
the seething waters. He disappeared beneath them at once. His daughter
soon came hurrying up the ladder to look for him. She said he had
escaped from his bunk during her momentary absence, that he was mad
with the fever. When I told her gently as I could that she would never
see him again, she could not believe me, thinking he was hiding. Oh
the piercing cry that came from her lips when she learned where he had
gone; the rush to the vessel’s side, and the eager look as she scanned
the foaming billows. Aileen led her away; dumb from the sudden stroke
yet without a tear.
May 1.--Wind still from northwest; ship beating against it in short
tacks. Most disagreeable motion. Cast lead at noon. At 150 fathoms
found no bottom. A whale crossed our bows, not a hundred yards away.
During the afternoon wind veered to northeast and before dark developed
into a gale, before which we are driving. May it last long enough to
bring us to land. Two deaths today, which has been a truly miserable
May-day.
2.--There had been a flurry of snow during the night, so that yards
and deck were white when I went out. The gale still holds and boatswain
said if the weather cleared we would see Newfoundland. Two small booms
cracked but that has not deterred the captain from keeping on all the
sail the ship will bear. At times her lee rail almost touches the
water, and the deck slants so it is difficult to cross it. The captain
is anxious to end the voyage, and no wonder, for the fever spreads. One
child and two adults have died within the last twenty-four hours. Their
bodies were dropped overboard when the ship was going 12 knots an hour.
A cold, miserable day.
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