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
But I did not want her nor her husband after I had watched the boat
a little to tell me that, unless they quickly encountered succour,
their situation, crowded together in a small exposed space, would be
terrible. Also, since Mrs. Burke would not have left her husband, I
should have been the only woman in her. I cannot say how the mere
sight of her as she swept onwards, dwindling as you gazed into a mere
toy, regularly sinking out of sight till nothing showed but a gleaming
curve of her topmast cloths, wan and slender as a distant sea-fowl's
pinion, then taking the slope till she leaned, poised and foaming for
a breathless instant, upon the flying summit: I cannot tell you, I
say, how solemnly and awfully that mere toy, full of human beings,
emphasised to my perception the vastness and the loneliness of this
cold, green, heaving breast of ocean.
Captain Burke took the telescope out of the companion and swept the sea
for some little distance on either hand the boat's bows, pausing on the
lee side of the fabric where, my sight being good, I spied a point like
a light tipping the sea-line against some dark clouds there whenever
the hull soared.
'That's the ship,' said he, pointing. 'They may catch her! Why, had I
thought of it--but who's going to make proposals to mutineers?--the
scoundrels have stolen my only boat. How do they know in leaving us
what's to become of us without a boat?'
'Had you thought of what?' said his wife.
'I'd have given them a handful of rockets.'
We stood watching the boat till the white spot she became was one with
the breaking seas. The hull looked indescribably forlorn. The sense of
all life, saving us three, having gone out of her, brought a deeper
spirit of desolation into her labouring shape. Oh, the heart-sickness
that came into you out of her dismal regular rolling in the trough!
The swell lifted her, the seas burst upon her weather side as against
a rock, broke into smoke, and smote the hollow they sprang from with
the loud hissing of a hail squall. There was a constant dreary gleam of
ice as the fabric swayed, pallid glares along her side, blue glancings
from the long barbs at the catheads; the frozen snow the whole length
of the deck had a shrewd keen sparkle. In places along the working line
of the sea hung motionless the faint marble of bergs; but long before
the boat was lost to view the feather-tip of sail she was pursuing had
vanished.
Captain Burke carefully and closely swept the horizon, then replaced
the telescope.
'A few hours often make a mighty difference at sea,' said he. 'By this
time tomorrow we may be towing northwards.'
'Have the men gone away without a compass?' said Mrs. Burke.
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