Marmaduke Merry: A Tale of Naval Adventures in Bygone DaysKingston, William Henry Giles
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Marmaduke Merry: A Tale of Naval Adventures in Bygone Days
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Midshipmen -- Fiction; Sea stories
breathing through our wet handkerchiefs; but it was only transient; the
fever within burned as fiercely as ever. We had to work at the oars,
when we could not keep our handkerchiefs wet. McAllister, like a brave
fellow as he was, aroused himself, and endeavoured to encourage us to
persevere. He especially warned the men against drinking salt water,
telling them that it would be downright suicide, and that they might as
well jump overboard and be drowned at once. We were certainly making
way, and every hour lessening our distance to Jamaica. Again our hopes
were raised. We had a few scraps of food to support life for two days
more; but it was the water we wanted. I felt that I could not hold out
another twenty-four hours. I must have water or die. The wind,
however, came fair; we made sail, and ran merrily over the water--at
least the boat did. Our feelings were heavy enough. Still I must say
that we did our best to keep up each other's courage. Again the wind
fell. It shifted. We might be driven back, and lose all the way we had
gained. Dark clouds gathered--the feeling of the air changed. "Get the
sail spread out flat, and the buckets, and cask, and mugs ready, boys,"
cried McAllister, "Open your mouths."
Scarcely had he spoken, when down came the rain. Oh, how delicious were
the cool streams which flowed down our parched throats, and washed the
salt from our faces. As the sail caught it, we let it run off into the
receptacles we had prepared. Mugful after mugful we drained. We filled
our cask and buckets. The rain ceased just as we had done so, and then
it fell a dead calm. But we all felt refreshed and invigorated. New
life seemed put into us, and the dry morsels of biscuit and ham, which
we before could not swallow, were eaten with a relish. This deliverance
from immediate death gave us hope; but still we might have again to
encounter all the difficulties we had before gone through, before
reaching land. Could we possibly survive them? I had often read of
similar adventures and sufferings, and had been so much interested and
amused, that I had felt considerably obliged to those who had gone
through them, and really felt that I should like to have been with them;
but I found the reality very different indeed. The terrible reality was
presented to me with the gilding off--the romance vanished. My great
wish was to escape from my present position. I have no doubt that all
my companions felt with me.
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