Australia -- Fiction; Family life -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction; Mothers -- Fiction
If he had minded me at that moment we should have been lost together,
ship and all. She began to broach to, as they call it, and the
supplementary wheel had to be used at once to stop it, and just then our
lives hung upon a hair. The decks were filled to the brim, and I could
hear the deluge thudding down through the shattered skylight upon the
table set for dinner. And she rolled all but bottom upwards, the broken
rail going under and I dangling in air above it, and--and, in short, if
any one but Tom had been her captain she would never have been heard of
from that day. I am quite convinced of that. No man born could have
accomplished what he did--he says, "Nonsense," but I know what I am
talking about--although I was just as sure that _he_ would accomplish it
as I was that the sun would rise next morning. I calmly held on to my
supports, and waited and watched. Sometimes I clenched my teeth and shut
my eyes, while I prayed for his preservation in the perils he did not
seem to see. He called to me at short intervals, "Are you all right?"
and I called back, "All right!" And when the worst was over for the
moment, he scrambled to where I was, and fixed me up afresh. Never shall
I forget the look on his face and the ring in his voice when he spoke to
me. "Brave girl! Brave girl!" I think it was the happiest moment of my
life.
"But I don't understand it," he said to me, later, when there was time
to breathe and talk. "Why are you not frightened? When you were first on
board, crying because you were seasick----"
"I did _not_ cry because I was seasick," I indignantly interposed, "but
because I was lonely and miserable. You would have cried if you had been
in my place."
"I thought," he continued, heedless of the interruption, "that you were
a poor little baby creature, without an ounce of pluck in you. But
you've got the courage of a grenadier. How is it?"
"It is because I am with you," I answered promptly.
I don't know what feeling I allowed to get into my voice, but something
struck him. Motionless where he stood, he stared at the great waves
silently, for what seemed a long time; then abruptly walked forward to
give an order, and did not come back.
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