Happy Jack, and Other Tales of the SeaKingston, William Henry Giles
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Happy Jack, and Other Tales of the Sea
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Sea stories
me to put my ear down to his mouth, he asked in a low voice whether we
had seen his wife and child, with the nurse. The only comfort I could
afford him was by telling him that I had caught sight of several small
rafts, and possibly they might be upon one of them. He had been washed
away before he could secure himself when the ship foundered; and though
he was carried down with her, on rising to the surface he had caught
hold of the piece of wreck to which we had found him clinging.
"There we were, fourteen human beings in a small boat out in the middle
of the Atlantic, the dark foaming seas surrounding us, without a
particle of food or a drop of fresh water, while our two oars scarcely
enabled us to keep her head to the sea, and save her from being capsized
or swamped.
"I do not like to talk or even to think of the horrors which followed.
Daylight had now come on, but all around was gloom, the dark clouds
appearing like a pall just above our heads, and hanging round on either
side, so as to circumscribe the horizon to the narrowest limits. Here
and there I occasionally thought that I saw a few dark spots, which
might have been the boats and rafts, or pieces of the wreck.
"The day passed by and there was no abatement of the gale. The Lascars
had again taken the oars, but as night again approached, worn out with
hunger and fatigue, they refused to pull any longer, and the gentleman
offering to steer, the three other men and I took it by turns to labour
at the oars.
"Thus the second night passed by. I had begun to feel faint and hungry,
and to experience the pangs of thirst; and, judging by my own
sensations, I felt sure that, should we not fall in with a ship during
the coming day, some of my companions would give way. Another morning
dawned, but no sail was in sight. One of the Lascars lay dead in the
bows, the rest were stretched out under the thwarts, unable even to
continue baling, and apparently no longer caring what might become of
them. The gentleman, though the most delicate-looking of us all, held
out the best. His eye was constantly ranging over the ocean in search
of the raft or boat which might contain those he loved best on earth. I
had great difficulty in persuading him to let me take the helm again
while he got a little sleep.
"As the day drew on the gale moderated, and the sea went down. So weak
were the three other Englishmen by this time, that I believe we should
not otherwise have been able to prevent the boat being swamped. The
Lascars were in a worse state. Two more died, and as their countrymen
would not heave them overboard, we were obliged to do so. Eagerly we
looked out for a sail, but none appeared. Before the next morning broke
all the Lascars were dead, and I saw that one of my messmates was likely
soon to follow them. Another, however, died before him, but ere the sun
rose high in the heavens, he was gone.
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