Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXI, No. 1, July 1847Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXI, No. 1, July 1847
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Had our young mate a weapon of any sort larger than his knife, he would
have felt greater confidence in his success. As it was, however, he drew
that knife, and was prepared to sell his life dearly should a foe assail
him. No sooner was his step heard in the water, than the whole group of
sharks were set in violent motion, glancing past, and frequently quite
near him, as if aware their intended prey was about to escape. Had the
water deepened much, Harry would have returned at once, for a conflict
with such numbers would have been hopeless; but it did not; on the
contrary, it shoaled again, after a very short distance at which it had
been waist deep; and Mulford found himself wading over a long, broad
surface of rock, and that directly toward the boat, through water that
seldom rose above his knees, and which, occasionally, scarce covered his
feet. There was no absolutely naked rock near him, but there seemed to
be acres of that which might be almost said to be awash. Amid the greedy
throng that endeavored to accompany him, the mate even fancied he
recognised the enormous fins of his old companion, who sailed to and fro
in the crowd in a stately manner, as if merely a curious looker on of
his own movements. It was the smaller, and probably the younger sharks,
that betrayed the greatest hardihood and voracity. One or two of these
made fierce swoops toward Harry, as if bent on having him at every
hazard; but they invariably glided off when they found their customary
mode of attack resisted by the shoalness of the water.
Our young mate got ahead but slowly, being obliged to pay a cautious
attention to the movements of his escort. Sometimes he was compelled to
wade up to his arms in order to cross narrow places, that he might get
on portions of the rock that were nearly bare; and once he was actually
compelled to swim eight or ten yards. Nevertheless, he did get on, and
after an hour of this sort of work, he found himself within a hundred
yards of the boat, which lay grounded near a low piece of naked rock,
but separated from it by a channel of deep water, into which all the
sharks rushed in a body, as if expressly to cut off his escape. Mulford
now paused to take breath, and to consider what ought to be done. On the
spot where he stood he was quite safe, though ancle deep in the sea, the
shallow water extending to a considerable distance on all sides of him,
with the single exception of the channel in his front. He stood on the
very verge of that channel, and could see in the pellucid element before
him, that it was deep enough to float a vessel of some size.
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