Only an Ensign: A Tale of the Retreat from Cabul, Volume 2 (of 3)Grant, James
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Only an Ensign: A Tale of the Retreat from Cabul, Volume 2 (of 3)
Grant, James
Afghan Wars -- Fiction
With an astounding crash, the funnel and mizenmast went next by the
board; but the lower portion of the mainmast remained, with all its
top-hamper hanging about it. The last lamp in the cabin went out;
but not before Richard Trevelyan, who never lost his presence of
mind, had secured the two documents in question, placed them in an
inner breast-pocket of his coat, and calling on Derrick to follow
him, went on deck, where a terrible and unexpected scene presented
itself, in the aspect of the ship, changed now to a total wreck.
They had barely staggered along the slippery main-deck, so far as
where the stump of the mainmast yet held on, when another wave, its
mighty head cresting and curling with foam, that seemed all the
whiter amid the blackness of the night, burst over the doomed ship.
"Hold on, my lord," cried Derrick, "for the love of Heaven, hold on!"
"Yes--and for the love of my poor wife," added Richard, as they
simultaneously grasped some of the belaying pins at the base of the
mast, and as soon as the mountain of bitter water passed away to
leeward leaving them drenched and half-blinded, a more fearful sight
was visible by the pale light of the stars.
The entire poop, from which they had just issued, had been torn away
from the ship; the wheel, with its four men, the skylights, the upper
deck, and all that was in the cabin below, were gone, and all was
ruin, and all was silence there save the seething of the angry sea.
Some twenty of the passengers and crew were still clustered on the
forecastle, seeking shelter between the bunks and windlass; but water
was pouring fast into the ship, and as a portion of her deck was
beginning to break up, Richard, who was powerful and brave as most
men, grasped his faithful servant by the arm, and was assisting him
towards this temporary and comfortless bourne, when some of the
planking parted below him, and he was suddenly enclosed nearly to the
waist, in the jarring woodwork. Then a double shriek escaped him,
for both his thighs were broken, and he was so peculiarly jammed
among the wreckage, that at that particular time no human power could
either aid or save him.
Derrick could only remain near him, helpless, bewildered, and
uttering exclamations of commiseration, which mingled with Richard's
groans, the hiss of the sea, the roaring of the wind, and the piteous
ejaculations of the passengers.
"Oh, Derrick, what a wretched thing I am now," said he, through his
clenched teeth, "and what a proud, hale man I was some five minutes
ago! Well, well, a six pound shot might have done as much for me
elsewhere; but Derrick, God and myself alone know the agony--the
awful agony I am enduring. Would to Heaven it were all over--even
though I shall never see _them_ more--Constance--Constance, and the
children!" he added, while nearly gnawing through his nether lip, in
the intensity of his pain and despair.
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