My First Voyage to Southern SeasKingston, William Henry Giles
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My First Voyage to Southern Seas
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Oceania -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction
So it was, indeed, but till that moment I had not observed the man's
features. Now, as I looked at his pallid countenance, with a blue tinge
over it, and saw that his eyes were closed and teeth clenched, I feared
that he was indeed gone. We took off his neckcloth, and I bethought me
of putting some of the hot white sand round his feet, and some on his
stomach, which I rubbed gently, while Tom brought some grass and leaves,
which we placed under his head. While we were thus employed Solon
dashed again into the water, and we saw that he had seized another
person who was clinging to an oar. We discovered a third also
struggling in the waves. We waited till Solon had brought the person of
whom he had now got hold within our reach, and then, leaving Dr Cuff
for a moment, we rushed down to his assistance. Solon, the moment he
had given him into our charge, darted off to the relief of the other
drowning men. We at once recognised the man he had now rescued as one
of the crew of the _Orion_. We dragged him up out of the reach of the
sea, and hurried back to resume our efforts to resuscitate Dr Cuff, for
the sailor, though unconscious, gave evident signs of life. While we
were rubbing away at the doctor's body, every now and then looking to
see if an eyelid moved, and feeling if his heart beat, we kept watching
Solon's proceedings. Wearied by his previous exertions, he swam out to
the struggling person, who was further off than the other two had been,
and, waiting till he had ceased to fling his arms about, he seized him
by the collar, and swam on towards the beach. The man seemed to float
much lighter than had either of the other two, and the cause of this we
discovered, when we got hold of him, to be owing to a life-buoy round
his waist. He would, however, notwithstanding this, have been drowned,
had not Solon gone to his assistance, and had we not been ready to drag
him up the beach, for he was quite unconscious when we got hold of him,
and unable to help himself. On looking at his face I discovered that he
was my messmate Sills. Believing that he would soon recover without our
help, we again returned to the doctor. We rubbed and rubbed away with
the greatest energy, till Tom said he felt that there was some warmth
coming back into the body. I felt the same, and this encouraged us to
persevere, till at length, to our great joy, the doctor partly opened
his eyes and looked up at us.
"He's alive! he's alive!" cried Tom, clapping his hands.
At last he sat up and looked about him, trying to recover his power of
thinking, and to ascertain what had happened.
"Thank you, lads, thank you," were the first words he uttered; "I see
what you have done for me. Now go and help those other two who have
been saved. They will want your aid. I will come presently and assist
you, when I am a little stronger. But, lads, where is Mr Henley and
the others who were left here with you?"
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