Narrative of the Most Extraordinary and Distressing Shipwreck of the Whale-ship Essex, of Nantucket;: Which Was Attacked and Finally Destroyed by a Large Spermaceti-whale, in the Pacific Ocean; With an Account of the Unparalleled Sufferings of the Captain and Crew During a Space of Ninety-three Days at Sea, in Open Boats in the Years 1819 & 1820.Chase, Owen
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Narrative of the Most Extraordinary and Distressing Shipwreck of the Whale-ship Essex, of Nantucket;: Which Was Attacked and Finally Destroyed by a Large Spermaceti-whale, in the Pacific Ocean; With an Account of the Unparalleled Sufferings of the Captain and Crew During a Space of Ninety-three Days at Sea, in Open Boats in the Years 1819 & 1820.
I have not been able to recur to the scenes which are now to become the
subject of description, although a considerable time has elapsed,
without feeling a mingled emotion of horror and astonishment at the
almost incredible destiny that has preserved me and my surviving
companions from a terrible death. Frequently, in my reflections on the
subject, even after this lapse of time, I find myself shedding tears of
gratitude for our deliverance, and blessing God, by whose divine aid and
protection we were conducted through a series of unparalleled suffering
and distress, and restored to the bosoms of our families and friends.
There is no knowing what a stretch of pain and misery the human mind is
capable of contemplating, when it is wrought upon by the anxieties of
preservation; nor what pangs and weaknesses the body is able to endure,
until they are visited upon it; and when at last deliverance comes, when
the dream of hope is realized, unspeakable gratitude takes possession of
the soul, and tears of joy choke the utterance. We require to be taught
in the school of some signal suffering, privation, and despair, the
great lessons of constant dependence upon an almighty forbearance and
mercy. In the midst of the wide ocean, at night, when the sight of the
heavens was shut out, and the dark tempest came upon us; then it was,
that we felt ourselves ready to exclaim, “Heaven have mercy upon us, for
nought but that can save us now.” But I proceed to the recital.—On the
20th of November, (cruising in latitude 0° 40′ S. longitude 119° 0′ W.)
a shoal of whales was discovered off the lee-bow. The weather at this
time was extremely fine and clear, and it was about 8 o’clock in the
morning, that the man at the mast-head gave the usual cry of, “there she
blows.” The ship was immediately put away, and we ran down in the
direction for them. When we had got within half a mile of the place
where they were observed, all our boats were lowered down, manned, and
we started in pursuit of them. The ship, in the mean time, was brought
to the wind, and the main-top-sail hove aback, to wait for us. I had the
harpoon in the second boat; the captain preceded me in the first. When I
arrived at the spot where we calculated they were, nothing was at first
to be seen. We lay on our oars in anxious expectation of discovering
them come up somewhere near us. Presently one rose, and spouted a short
distance ahead of my boat; I made all speed towards it, came up with,
and struck it; feeling the harpoon in him, he threw himself, in an
agony, over towards the boat, (which at that time was up alongside of
him,) and giving a severe blow with his tail, struck the boat near the
edge of the water, amidships, and stove a hole in her. I immediately
took up the boat hatchet, and cut the line, to disengage the boat from
the whale, which by this time was running off with great velocity. I
succeeded in getting clear of him, with the loss of the harpoon and
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