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
At times we would break off to sound the well, and never without finding
a fresh nimbleness coming into our hands and feet, a wilder desire of
hurry penetrating our spirits from the assurance of the rod. Steadily,
inch by inch, the water was gaining, and already at this hour of one
o'clock it was almost easy to guess the depth of it by the sluggishness
of the vessel's rolling, by the drowning character of her languid
recovery from the slant of the swell. I felt tolerably confident,
however, that she would keep afloat for some hours yet, and God knows we
could not have too much time granted to us, for there was much to be
done; the raft to be launched and provisioned; and the hardest part was
yet to come, I mean the bringing of the sick captain from his cabin and
hoisting him over the side.
At one o'clock we broke off again to refresh ourselves with food and
drink, and Helga saw to her father. For my part I would not enter his
berth. I dreaded his expostulations and reproaches, and, indeed, I may
say that I shrank from even the sight of him, so grievous were his white
face and dying manner--so depressing to me, who could not look at the
raft and then turn my eyes upon the ocean without guessing that I was as
fully a dying man as he, and that, when the sun set this night, it might
go down for ever upon us.
There was but one way of getting the raft over, and that was by the
winch and a tackle at the mainyard-arm. Helga said she would take the
tackle aloft, but I ran my eye over her boy-clad figure with a smile,
and said 'No.' She was, indeed, a better sailor than I, but it would be
strange indeed if I was unable to secure a block to a yardarm. We braced
in the mainyard until the arm of it was fair over the gangway, and I
then took the tackle aloft and attached the block by the tail of it.
I lay over the yard for a minute or two while I looked round; but the
sea brimmed unbroken towards the sky, and I descended again and again
shuddering without control over myself, as I gazed at the little fabric
of the raft and contrasted it with the size of the ship that was slowly
foundering, and then with the great sea upon whose surface it would
presently be afloat--the only object, perhaps, under the eye of heaven
for leagues and leagues!
Our business now was to get the raft over the side. I should have to
fatigue and perhaps perplex you with technicalities exactly to explain
our management of it. Enough if I say that, by hooking on the lower
block of the tackle to ropes which formed slings for the raft, and by
taking the hauling part to the winch, we very easily swayed the
structure clear of the bulwark-rail--for you must know that the winch,
with its arrangements of handles, cogs, and pawls, is a piece of
shipboard mechanism with which a couple of persons may do as much as a
dozen might be able to achieve using their arms only.
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