Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 6, June 1847Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 6, June 1847
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Mulford saw the hopelessness of their case, as it respected relief from
this vessel; still he persevered in maintaining his position on the
keel, tossing and waving the shawl, in all the manners that his
ingenuity could devise. He well knew, however, that their chances of
being seen would have been trebled could they have been ahead instead of
astern of the ship. Mariners have few occasions to look behind them,
while a hundred watchful eyes are usually turned ahead, more especially
when running near rocks and shoals. Mrs. Budd wept like an infant when
she saw the sloop-of-war gliding away, reaching a distance that rendered
sight useless, in detecting an object that floated as low on the water
as the wreck. As for Biddy, unable to control her feelings, the poor
creature actually called to the crew of the departing vessel, as if her
voice had the power to make itself heard, at a distance which already
exceeded two leagues. It was only by means of the earnest remonstrances
of Rose, that the faithful creature could be quieted.
“Why will ye not come to our relaif?” she cried at the top of her voice.
“Here are we, helpless as new-born babbies, and ye sailing away from us
in a con_thra_ry way! D’ye not bethink you of the missus, who is much of
a sailor, but not sich a one as to sail on a wrack; and poor Miss Rose,
who is the char-rm and delight of all eyes. Only come and take off Miss
Rose, and lave the rest of us, if ye so likes; for it’s a sin and a
shame to laive the likes of her to die in the midst of the ocean, as if
she was no betther nor a fish. Then it will be soon that we shall ag’in
fale the want of wather, and that, too, with nothing but wather to be
seen on all sides of us.”
“It is of no use,” said Harry, mournfully, stepping down from the keel,
and laying aside the shawl. “They cannot see us, and the distance is now
so great as to render it certain they never will. There is only one hope
left. We are evidently set to and fro by the tides, and it is possible
that, by keeping in or near this passage, some other craft may appear,
and we be more fortunate. The relief of the rain is a sign that we are
not forgotten by Divine Providence, and with such a protector we ought
not to despair.”
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