Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 6, June 1852Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 6, June 1852
Various
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lost the mate’s boat intentionally, and added, that fearful of a similar
fate he had not slept in his hammock more than an hour at a time since
the day of the mate’s death. Immediately afterward he sunk into a
lethargy from which it was useless to attempt to rouse him. From what I
had heard, coupled with the sights I had seen, I had no doubt that,
either from the difficulty of conveying her food, or the intention of
the mulatto to starve her, she had sometimes been reduced to the
necessity of seeking food for herself at night in the cabins. As the
after one was generally kept locked, with the keys in the steward’s
charge, she must have lived there part of the time, more than a
fortnight having elapsed since the night she was thought to have gone
overboard from the stern. This,” said the master’s mate, solemnly, “may
account, gentlemen, for the man-of-war’s man’s story of the shriek; but
nothing will ever dissuade me from the belief that it was a moving
corpse which I saw that night in the cabins. That she was locked in the
starboard state-room when I tried the door on the day when the sultan
and his party went through the ship, I have not the least doubt now—so
inscrutably mysterious is the course of fate! However, to resume my
tale—for the watch is nearly out. I went on deck just as a boat from
the shore was reported to be making for the ship on the long, angry
swells which still dashed heavily on the western shore, impressing your
mind with a vague yet overawing intimation of their might, as you heard
them break half-mast high, without a breath of wind, whitening the dark
range of bare rock, and leaving great gouts of foam hanging in the
clefts and ledges far above the sweep of the back-wash. However, it was
easy to see, watching them steadily for a few moments as you listened to
their heavy, monotonous roar, and watched the birds hovering over the
rocks, that in less than an hour more it would be calm enough to tow out
with the tide; so I hailed the boat as soon as it came near enough,
directing the man in her to go to the palace with the message that we
intended to send Hadji and his party on shore as soon as the sea fell.
(As I mentioned before, we had secured all the boats on the cross-beams
over the quarter-deck, so that we lost none of them when the swell
boarded us.) Hadji attempted to speak, advancing to the break of the
deck as the messenger was cautiously turning his boat’s head in-shore,
but the second mate blew his match, while a party of musket-men, whom he
had placed under the high bulwarks, lest one of the soldiers might slip
over the stern and swim on shore, leveled their pieces at his turban. He
walked back to the taffrail sullenly enough, and I now gave orders to
prepare the boats for the attempt to tow the ship out into the current,
which at this season runs at the rate of about four knots an hour,
thinking on the low, sandy point which we had to double. We soon found
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