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
He rushed into the surf, and held the plank on which they were with the
tenacity of some animal seizing upon his prey, though under the
dictation of a motive entirely different. It was not without a severe
struggle on his part, that he as well as his lifeless companions were
not swept off by the wave, which proved even stronger in its might than
he had anticipated. He succeeded, however, in retaining his position;
and, before the return of another, by a violent exertion of strength, he
dragged upon the small strip of dry sand, the plank as well as those
attached to it.
He next asked himself, how he should remove the unhappy sufferers to his
father’s vessel, and obtain the means of recalling their ebbing life and
prostrated strength. He looked toward the cliff and shouted for
assistance, but he was answered only by the roaring waves. He turned his
eyes again on those who were before him. The lady, as she lay with her
face uppermost, was a sight more beautiful in the eyes of the rough
youth who gazed upon her than he had ever deemed were the angels in
Heaven. She was at the middle age of life, but still interesting and
lovely in appearance. Her garments were black, and contrasted strangely
with the pearl-like whiteness of her skin. The face of her companion
being downward, his features were not visible; but chestnut curls
clustered over the back of his head, and his whole appearance gave
promise of a pleasing physiognomy beneath.
Bending over them, their preserver discovered that they both still
breathed, but so feebly that the respiration of each was scarcely
perceptible. Of the lady especially, life seemed to have so slight a
hold, that there was much ground to fear that unless it were at once
re-inforced it would shortly become extinct.
At this moment his father crept cautiously along the beach. Anxious for
his son, as well as wishing to assist him in his hazardous enterprise of
mercy, if, in fact, he had not lost his life in the perilous path he had
taken, the old man had reached him at length by a circuitous and less
dangerous descent.
He uttered an exclamation of thanks at beholding him uninjured. Then,
after a moment’s consultation, the father untied the handkerchief which
bound the female to the plank, and lifting the insensible and fragile
form in his arms with much care, he set out with rapid steps by the same
path he had come.
His son had more difficulty in raising the body of her companion. But by
one of those superhuman efforts of strength which great emergencies are
known to inspire, he at length succeeded, and with labored breath,
followed after his father, as rapidly as the heavy weight of his burden
would allow.
It was about twelve minutes after the old man, that the youth reached
the schooner. The lady, by this time, under the vigorous exertions of
his father, had revived so far as to open her eyes and sigh heavily.
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