Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction; Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction
"Not a soul will be saved, sir," replied the master, shuddering. "I
should say it were impossible, Mr Hillyer; but we all owe Heaven a
death; and if they go first and we go after them, at all events, let us
do our duty until the time comes--but never despair. As long as there
is life, there is hope; so now let us go on deck, and put as good a face
on it as we can."
CHAPTER THIRTY NINE.
I returned on deck followed by the master. "The barometer is rising,"
said I aloud, to the first lieutenant; "so I presume the gale will break
about twelve o'clock."
"I am glad to hear of it, sir; for we have quite enough of it," replied
the first-lieutenant.
"Do you see the Dryad?"
"No, sir; it's quite thick again to leeward: we have not seen her these
ten minutes."
Thank God for that, thought I, for they will never see her again. "What
soundings had you last?"
"Fourteen fathoms, sir."
"I expect we shall cross the tail of the bank in much less," replied I;
"but, when once clear, we shall have sea-room."
As the captain is an oracle in times of danger, the seamen caught every
word which was uttered from my mouth; and what they gathered from what I
had said, satisfied them that they were in no immediate danger.
Nevertheless, the master walked the deck as if he was stupefied with the
impending crisis. No wonder, poor fellow; with a wife and family
depending upon him for support, it is not to be expected that a man can
look upon immediate dissolution without painful feelings. A sailor
should never marry: or if he does, for the benefit of the service, his
marriage should prove an unhappy one, and then he would become more
reckless than before. As for my own thoughts, they may be given in a
few words--they were upon the vanity of human wishes. Whatever I had
done with the one object I had in view--whatever might have been my
success had I lived--whether I might have been wedded to Minnie some
future day, or what may have resulted, good, bad, or indifferent, as to
future, all was to be, in a few hours, cut short by the will of Heaven.
In the next world there was neither marriage nor giving in marriage--in
the next world, name, titles, wealth, everything worldly was as nought--
and all I had to do was to die like a man, and do my duty to the last,
trusting to a merciful God to forgive me my sins and offences; and with
this philosophy I stood prepared for the event.
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