Graham's Magazine, Vol XXXIII, No. 6, December 1848Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol XXXIII, No. 6, December 1848
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
I fancied I saw a look-out turn toward me. I knew he must have heard
me. If I could have remained on the top of that surge an instant
longer his eye would have fallen on me; but the insatiate gulf
demanded me, and seized in the embraces of the pitiless waters, I was
hurried downward to darkness and death.
When I next rose to the light of day, the man-of-war was fast
receding. I was so utterly drenched, so breathless from being nearly
smothered, that I could not raise my voice above that of a child, and
hence failed to attract the attention of the look-out whom I still saw
gazing in search of me. May Heaven grant that none who read these
words may ever experience feelings similar to mine at that moment! In
another instant I had recovered my voice, but the frigate was now out
of hearing.
Suddenly, just as I was giving way to despair, I saw in the distance a
large ship driving before the gale, under a reefed maintop-sail and
storm stay-sail. She was heading directly toward me. This afforded a
new gleam of hope. If I could but arrest her attention, I thought I
should be rescued. I forgot that it would be first necessary to throw
her into the wind, and that the risk of her broaching-to in this
manoeuvre would probably prevent her paying any attention to my cries.
On she came, racing like some mad courser, yet riding the gigantic
billows buoyantly as a bird. Now half enveloped in the driving
foam--now rolling her vast yard-arms almost to the water--now showing
her keel as far back as the dripping fore-chains, she presented a
spectacle of the most terrible sublimity. The scene around, too, added
to the awful majesty of the picture. Just as she rose on a colossal
wave, in the trough of which I was buried an immense distance beneath
her, a flash of lightning blazed across her track, while, at the same
instant, the clouds rolled away behind her, as if lifted like a
curtain, and the sun burst forth in all his glory. Never shall I
forget the sight! The after part of the gallant ship was buried in the
crest of the wave, which, beating over her quarter, flew into the
maintop itself. Her fore part had outrun the billow, and hung for a
second suspended over the abyss. Then, like a falcon stooping from its
height, she swooped down into the gulf, the wild waters roaring after
her, like wolves in pursuit of their prey.
She was somewhat to leeward of me, but nevertheless I shouted with all
my might, again and again.
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