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.
again discovered the whale, apparently in convulsions, on the top of the
water, about one hundred rods to leeward. He was enveloped in the foam
of the sea, that his continual and violent thrashing about in the water
had created around him, and I could distinctly see him smite his jaws
together, as if distracted with rage and fury. He remained a short time
in this situation, and then started off with great velocity, across the
bows of the ship, to windward. By this time the ship had settled down a
considerable distance in the water, and I gave her up as lost. I
however, ordered the pumps to be kept constantly going, and endeavoured
to collect my thoughts for the occasion. I turned to the boats, two of
which we then had with the ship, with an intention of clearing them
away, and getting all things ready to embark in them, if there should be
no other resource left; and while my attention was thus engaged for a
moment, I was aroused with the cry of a man at the hatchway, “here he
is—he is making for us again.” I turned around, and saw him about one
hundred rods directly ahead of us, coming down apparently with twice his
ordinary speed, and to me at that moment, it appeared with tenfold fury
and vengeance in his aspect. The surf flew in all directions about him,
and his course towards us was marked by a white foam of a rod in width,
which he made with the continual violent thrashing of his tail; his head
was about half out of water, and in that way he came upon, and again
struck the ship. I was in hopes when I descried him making for us, that
by a dexterous movement of putting the ship away immediately, I should
be able to cross the line of his approach, before he could get up to us,
and thus avoid, what I knew, if he should strike us again, would prove
our inevitable destruction. I bawled out to the helmsman, “hard up!” but
she had not fallen off more than a point, before we took the second
shock. I should judge the speed of the ship to have been at this time
about three knots, and that of the whale about six. He struck her to
windward, directly under the cathead, and completely stove in her bows.
He passed under the ship again, went off to leeward, and we saw no more
of him. Our situation at this juncture can be more readily imagined than
described. The shock to our feelings was such, as I am sure none can
have an adequate conception of, that were not there: the misfortune
befel us at a moment when we least dreamt of any accident; and from the
pleasing anticipations we had formed, of realizing the certain profits
of our labour, we were dejected by a sudden, most mysterious, and
overwhelming calamity. Not a moment, however, was to be lost in
endeavouring to provide for the extremity to which it was now certain we
were reduced. We were more than a thousand miles from the nearest land,
and with nothing but a light open boat, as the resource of safety for
myself and companions. I ordered the men to cease pumping, and every one
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