My Danish Sweetheart: A Novel. Volume 1 of 3Russell, William Clark
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My Danish Sweetheart: A Novel. Volume 1 of 3
Russell, William Clark
Adventure stories; Fiction; Love stories; Sea stories
Soon, however, I managed to distinguish outlines, and, with outstretched
hands and wary legs, made my way to the cabin Captain Nielsen had
indicated, and beat upon the door. There was no response. I beat again,
listening, scarcely thinking, perhaps, that the girl would require a
voice as keen as a boatswain's pipe to thread the soul-confounding and
brain-muddling clamour in this after-deck of the storm-beaten barque.
'He bade me enter,' thought I, 'and enter I must if the girl is to be
aroused;' and I turned the handle of the door and walked in.
Helga lay, attired as she had left the deck, in an upper bunk, through
the porthole of which the daylight, bright with the foam, came and went
upon her face as the vessel at one moment buried the thick glass of the
scuttle in the green blindness of the sea, and then lifted it weeping
and gleaming into the air. Her head was pillowed on her arm; her hair in
the weak light showed as though touched by a dull beam of the sun. Her
eyes were sealed--their long lashes put a delicate shading under them;
her white face wore a sweet expression of happy serenity, and I could
believe that some glad vision was present to her. Her lips were parted
in the expression of a smile.
There was a feeling in me as of profanity in this intrusion, and of
wrongdoing in the obligation forced upon me of waking her from a
peaceful, pleasant, all-important repose to face the bitter hardships
and necessities of that time of tempest. But for my single pair of arms
the pump was too much, and she must be aroused. I lightly put my hand
upon hers, and her smile was instantly more defined, as though my
action were coincident with some phase of her dream. I pressed her hand;
she sighed deeply, looked at me, and instantly sat up with a little
frown of confusion.
'Your father begged me to enter and arouse you,' said I. 'I was unable
to make you hear by knocking. I have sounded the well, and there is an
increase of five inches.'
'Ah!' she exclaimed, and sprang lightly out of her bunk.
In silence and with amazing despatch, seeing that a few seconds before
she was in a deep sleep, she put on her sea-helmet, whipped a
handkerchief round her neck, and was leading the way to the hatch on
buoyant feet.
On gaining the deck I discovered that the wrecked appearance of the ship
aloft had been greatly heightened during my absence below by the
foretopsail having been blown into rags. It was a single sail, and the
few long strips of it which remained blowing out horizontally from the
yards, stiff as crowbars, gave an indescribable character of forlornness
to the fabric. Helga glanced aloft, and immediately perceived that the
maintopgallant-mast had been wrecked, but said nothing, and in a minute
the pair of us were hard at work.
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