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
The little fellow wanted to show his gratitude to me, so I thanked him,
and examined the bird. It was larger and longer in the body than a
common duck--a species of gannet--with a brown body, and under-part
white, and a long beak; its expression of countenance indicating, I
declared, the excessive stupidity it is said to possess. Several of the
passengers crowded round to have a look at the stranger, and while thus
engaged I was startled by hearing Mr Waller, who had charge of the
deck, sing out--
"Hand topgallant sails! brail up the main-sail! let fly mizzen-topsail
sheets! up with the helm!"
Mr Henley, hearing the orders, hurried on deck, while Mr Grimes,
scarcely yet having recovered his senses, came out of his cabin and
looked stupidly about him. The example he set, of course, had a bad
effect on the crew, already badly enough disposed; so they slowly and
lazily prepared to obey orders which should instantly have been
executed. A heavy squall, which the third mate ought to have foreseen,
struck the ship. Over she heeled to it, till she was borne down on her
beam ends. Away flew royals, topgallant sails, main and
mizzen-topsail-sheets, and the stout ship, before she righted and obeyed
the helm, was deluged with water, and reduced almost to a wreck. At
length she was got before the wind, and away she ran towards the south
and east, surrounded by a cloud of mist and foam which circumscribed our
view to a very narrow compass. The sea, too, got up with a rapidity
truly astonishing. It seemed as if the giant waves had been rolling on
towards us from some far-off part of the ocean. All that day and night
we ran on. Scarcely had the first streaks of dawn appeared, when the
look-out aloft shouted--
"Land on the starboard bow!"
Startling, indeed, was the cry. Mr Henley and I, and Mr Waller, had
been watching to take observations after the captain and mate had broken
their sextants, but we had not been able to ascertain our position with
the exactness we wished; and the second mate thought the ship might have
been set by some current to the eastward of her course. The first mate
now came on deck; he examined the land as we drew in with it, and then
ordered the ship to be kept more to the southward, but still the land
appeared more and more ahead. I asked Mr Henley what he thought about
the matter.
"I have some fears that it is the coast of Africa. It may be the
north-east coast of Grand Canary," he answered; but even while we were
speaking, we observed a line of dark rocks over which the sea was
breaking furiously, heaving up on high, dense masses of foam.
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