Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVI, No. 6, June 1850Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVI, No. 6, June 1850
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
There was nothing then to fear for human life in the end to which she
was fast approaching; yet the old man and his son could scarcely behold
her, without a feeling of apprehension, about to fall a prey to the
waves. As she advanced, every fathom’s stride she grew larger and
larger. At length, as she surmounted the summit of one mountainous
billow, her whole bulk was discernible. And when that wave retired, she
had ceased her existence, and the receding ocean carried back merely her
shattered remains, in the form of planks and beams, to return again by
the next wave and again be precipitated to a distance.
At this instant he perceived a plank floating toward the land, to which
were fastened two human beings.
“It has grounded in a place so shallow as almost to be dry; those
persons live and may yet be saved!” was the exclamation of the youth, as
he jumped from the deck of the schooner, and began to make his way at an
incredibly rapid pace toward the wreck.
“My son, return, your attempt is rashness, nay, it is death.”
But the young man was out of hearing. In ten minutes he stood upon the
cliff which overlooked the spot he sought. He began to descend. His
progress was several times impeded by the falling of huge stones to
which he was about to entrust his weight. Large fragments, too, came
rolling after him, as if to send him headlong to the bottom. But a
courageous heart and a firm tread bore him safely to the foot of the
precipice.
He was now upon the shallow portion of a small shelf, which projected
out a little distance into the sea, composed of gravel and stones. Upon
this a few pieces of the wreck had grounded. He eagerly sought among
these the objects that had brought him on his perilous errand. He soon
discovered them. They were in a most precarious position. One of them a
delicate female, her wet clothing hanging in heavy folds upon her form,
and herself tied by a handkerchief round her waist to a plank, being
placed with her face uppermost. The other was that of a man, lying by
her side in a reversed position, with his left arm thrown over his
companion, as if to keep her more securely in her place, and his right
clinging around the plank, with the tight, convulsive grasp with which
he had taken hold upon it. In both these persons, sense and the power of
motion were gone. The plank on which they lay, not being thoroughly
grounded upon the beach, but floating still in part upon the sea, was
liable every moment to be washed away, to return no more.
Just as the youth, who had come in the hope of being their preserver,
had discovered them, he saw a billow approaching, and hastened to
interpose his efforts before it reached them, lest, in receding, it
might bear away the sufferers.
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