Junior High School Literature, Book 1Elson, William H. (William Harris)
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Junior High School Literature, Book 1
Elson, William H. (William Harris)
American literature; English literature; Readers
Having made up my mind on what it was necessary to do I addressed the
men, and told them that any notion of holding longer on our course with
the oars was manifestly out of the question, and dangerous to all on
board, as their own common sense might tell them, in the state to which
the stoutest arms among us were now reduced. They looked round on each
other as I said that, each man seeming to think his neighbor weaker than
himself. I went on, and told them that we must take advantage of our
present glimpse of moderate weather, and hoist the best sail we could
set up, and drive before the wind, in the hope that it might please God
to direct us in the way of some ship before it was too late. “Our only
chance, my men,” I said, in conclusion, “is the chance of being picked
up; and in these desolate seas one point of the compass is just as likely
a point for our necessities as another. Half of you keep the boat before
the sea, the other half bring out your knives, and do as I tell you.” The
prospect of being relieved from the oars struck the wandering attention
of the men directly; and they said, “Ay, ay, sir!” with something like a
faint reflection of their former readiness, when the good ship was under
their feet, and the mess-cans were filled with plenty of wholesome food.
Thanks to Captain Ravender’s forethought in providing both boats with a
coil of rope, we had our lashings, and the means of making what rigging
was wanted, ready to hand. One of the oars was made fast to the thwart,
and well stayed fore and aft, for a mast. A large pilot-coat that I wore
was spread; enough of sail for us. The only difficulty that puzzled me
was occasioned by the necessity of making a yard. The men tried to tear
up one of the thwarts, but were not strong enough. My own knife had
been broken in the attempt to split a bit of plank for them; and I was
almost at my wit’s end, when I luckily thought of searching the captain’s
pockets for his knife. I found it—a fine large knife of Sheffield
manufacture, with plenty of blades, and a small saw among them. With
this we made a shift to saw off about a third of another oar; and then
the difficulty was conquered; and we got my pilot-coat hoisted on our
jury-mast, and rigged it as nigh as we could to the fashion of a lug-sail.
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