Heart of Oak: A Three-Stranded Yarn, vol. 2.Russell, William Clark
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Heart of Oak: A Three-Stranded Yarn, vol. 2.
Russell, William Clark
English fiction -- 19th century; Sea stories
It was too dim in that cabin to note more of her than that incomparable
attitude of fright and astonishment.
It had been past noon when I lay down to sleep: the strong feeling
of refreshment within me was assurance, true as the sun's evidence
could have been, that I had slept through more than the two remaining
hours of daylight. It was daylight now, consequently I understood that
whatever might be the hour, I had been sleeping since noon on the
previous day.
I stared at the girl, for a young girl I now perceived her to be, and
exclaimed:
'Are you Miss Otway?'
'Oh!' she shrieked, 'have you come to save me?' and she dropped on her
knees and grasped my hand. 'Save me!' she cried, 'I am alone here. I
have been alone for days. I am in darkness. When did you come? Where
are your companions? Why were you sleeping here? And take me on deck.
Is your ship near? If the boat that brought you can live in this sea
she can carry me on board your vessel.'
I cannot express the agony of heart in her voice. Her terror at seeing
me had been changed into another passion by my naming her.
'Where's the captain?' said I, obliging her to rise, and seating her on
the locker beside me.
'He is drowned,' she answered.
'When?'
'A long time ago. Seven or eight days ago. I have lost the day. I do
not know how long I have been alone. Why don't we go on deck? Is the
sea too rough for your boat to leave this wreck?'
'Why, poor young lady,' said I, trying to catch a fair view of her
face; but it was too dim for that, and then again she was thickly
furred about the neck, and her hat, that seemed of velvet without a
brim, sat low. 'I would take you away from this rolling hulk at once
if I could. Under God I may yet save you. I am as much shipwrecked as
you are. But we needn't despair. This hull dances tightly; she has been
washing about now for some days, and I should doubt by the feel of her
jumps if there's two foot of water in her hold. Who's that dead woman
in the galley?'
'The captain's wife,' she answered, staring at me.
'How came she to perish there?'
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