If the captain was anxious to have the pilot remain, the latter was
equally desirous of getting away from the ship before nightfall. He
had no wish to remain through the storm and to run the risk of being
carried out to sea; so when a pilot boat hove in sight, he hailed it,
and descended into the little yawl which came from it for him in such
haste that he forgot his water-proof coat.
It was very natural, I suppose, for him after piloting the ship out of
the harbor, to be eager to get back before the storm broke upon us; but
I believe we all should have felt better if he had remained with us.
The captain, especially, felt the responsibility of his position. Here
he was outside of a strange harbor, on a dangerous coast, with a strong
wind blowing directly on shore, and darkness upon him and he ignorant
of his surroundings!
We had no time to indulge in many reflections upon the subject. Our
time was occupied in another direction, for we were all suffering
severely from the effects of sea-sickness; and notwithstanding the
dangers of our situation, the sense of the ridiculous, in my case--only
one bucket among us for every purpose--overcame fear, and I could not
help laughing.
Many of our Elders and foreign settlers have been in a similar
position, and all such can imagine our feelings better than I can
describe them. My levity, however, under circumstances so inconvenient
and perplexing, offended one of the Elders so much that he reprimanded
me for it.
While we were thus engaged, the noise on deck was very great. The
captain had as first mate a half-caste East Indian, and the most of
his hands were Malays. His orders to the mate, and the latter's cries
to the hands, and their chattering to one another, made a clamor that
sounded loud above the noise of the storm.
Right in the midst of our sickness we heard the startling cry from the
mate of "breakers ahead," and that we were close upon them. At any
other time this would have excited us; but we were so sick we did not
mind it.
Shortly after this, we felt the vessel strike something solid, and she
trembled from stem to stem; this was directly followed by a grating
sound and a thumping at the stern. The first thought was that she had
struck a reef; but as we felt her settle in the trough of the sea, we
knew that if she had struck, she had passed over it.
The shock that we felt was caused by a heavy breaker striking us; it
had broken the wheel ropes, and the grating noise that we heard was the
thumping of the helm. Had the breaker gone over us it would have swept
the decks clean, or, had the wheel ropes broken a short time before, it
is probable the vessel would have been lost.
In considering our narrow escape, afterwards, we felt to give the glory
of our deliverance to God. We were His servants, and on His business,
and He had preserved us.
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