In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's serviceGrier, Sydney C.
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In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's service
Grier, Sydney C.
British -- India -- Fiction; East India Company -- Fiction; India -- Fiction
Now one of the masts, as it fell, brake away a part of the bulwarks
close by where I was, so that I untied myself and fastened the cords
again to a certain great spar that was held fast on the deck by a rope
that belonged to it. And by this time the storm was so terrible that
men had given up all hope, and I saw, by the flash of the lightning,
old Darrell praying and calling upon God, though I might not hear
aught that he said, from the noise of the waves and the wind. But in
the light of the same flash I saw another seaman that shook his fist
against me, and shouted certain words that I could not hear. Then I
saw a greater wave than any before coming upon us, and I shut my eyes
and gripped fast hold of my spar. Though the tumult all around was so
great, yet I heard the sound of that great hill of water bursting over
the ship, and then I felt myself swept away, with the spar to which I
was tied, into the sea. But whether the rope that held the spar was
broke by the prodigious force of the water, or cut by that seaman that
shouted at me, I have never been able certainly to discover.
CHAPTER IX.
OF MY FINDING THE NEW FRANCE IN THE INDIES.
Now concerning the length of that time which passed while I was in
the water, and all that happened to me therein, I know little on’t,
for after but a short buffeting with the waves, I lost my senses, and
knew no more until I found myself floating, upheld by that spar
whereunto I was still tied, on a tranquil enough sea, in broad
daylight. And the sun now shining very brightly, I was much incommoded
with the heat, and sought to shelter myself beneath a projecting shelf
or flap of wood that belonged to the spar, so that I might see where I
was. Then shading my eyes with my hand, I saw that all around me was
there naught but sea, save that on one side I could discern afar off
that which might be the sail of some small boat. This seemed to me a
prodigious piece of good fortune, so that I did unfasten myself from
the rope, and clambered up, as well as I might, for I found myself
prodigious weak and bruised all over, to the highest part of the spar,
and there waved my handkercher and shouted.
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