Graham's Magazine Vol XXXII. No. 3. March 1848Various
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Graham's Magazine Vol XXXII. No. 3. March 1848
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
"When I came to myself, I was lying in my own berth aboard the ship. I
felt weak, faint, and dizzy, and strove in vain to collect my thoughts
sufficiently to remember what had happened. My state-room door was
open, and I perceived that the sun's rays were shining brightly
through the sky-light upon the cabin-table, at which sat Capt.
Hopkins, overhauling the medicine-chest, which was open before him. I
knew by the sharp heel of the vessel, her uneasy pitching, and the
cool breeze which fanned my fevered cheek, that the ship was close
hauled on a wind, and probably far at sea. I looked at my arms; they
were wasted to half their usual size, and my head was bandaged and
very sore and painful. Slowly and with difficulty I recalled the
events of the few hours preceding that in which I had lost my
senses--then I remembered the _melee_ on the mole. Evidently I had
been severely wounded, and while senseless been brought off to the
ship. Then came the inquiry, what had been the fate of Clara and her
brother. Were they safe on board, or were they captured or killed in
the _fracas_? I hardly dared to ask the skipper who still sat at the
table, with a most dolorous face, arranging the vials and gallipots.
At last the suspense became intolerable.
"'Captain Hopkins,' said I, but in a voice so weak that it startled
me. Faint as it was, however, the worthy skipper started to his feet,
and was by my side in an instant.
"'Glory to God!' he shouted, snapping his fingers. 'I know by your
eyes that reason has hold of your helm again. You'll get well now!
Hurrah! D--n, though I mus'n't make so much noise.'
"'But, Captain Hopkins--'
"'Can't tell you any thing now, you're too weak to bear it; that
is--you know, Ben, good news is--ahem! dreadful apt to kill sick
people; and you've been horrid sick, that's a fact. I thought four
days ago that you had shipped on a voyage to kingdom come, and was
outward bound; but you'll do well enough now, if you only keep quiet,
and if you don't you'll slip your wind yet. Shut up your head, take a
drink of this stuff, and go to sleep.'
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