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. — John Shaqi
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.
November 29th. Our boats appeared to be growing daily more frail and
insufficient; the continual flowing of the water into them, seemed
increased, without our being able to assign it to any thing else, than a
general weakness, arising from causes that must in a short time, without
some remedy or relief, produce their total failure. We did not neglect,
however, to patch up and mend them, according to our means, whenever we
could discover a broken or weak part. We this day found ourselves
surrounded by a shoal of dolphins; some, or one of which, we tried in
vain a long time to take. We made a small line from some rigging that
was in the boat, fastened on one of the fish-hooks, and tied to it a
small piece of white rag; they took not the least notice of it, but
continued playing around us, nearly all day, mocking both our miseries
and our efforts.
November 30th. This was a remarkably fine day; the weather not exceeded
by any that we had experienced since we left the wreck. At one o’clock,
I proposed to our boat’s crew to kill one of the turtle; two of which we
had in our possession. I need not say, that the proposition was hailed
with the utmost enthusiasm; hunger had set its ravenous gnawings upon
our stomachs, and we waited with impatience to suck the warm flowing
blood of the animal. A small fire was kindled in the shell of the
turtle, and after dividing the blood, (of which there was about a gill,)
among those of us who felt disposed to drink it, we cooked the
remainder, entrails and all, and enjoyed from it an unspeakably fine
repast. The stomachs of two or three revolted at the sight of the blood,
and refused to partake of it; not even the outrageous thirst that was
upon them could induce them to taste it; for myself, I took it like a
medicine, to relieve the extreme dryness of my palate, and stopped not
to inquire whether it was any thing else than a liquid. After this, I
may say exquisite banquet, our bodies were considerably recruited, and I
felt my spirits now much higher than they had been at any time before.
By observation, this day we found ourselves in latitude 7° 53′ S. our
distance from the wreck, as nearly as we could calculate, was then about
four hundred and eighty miles.
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