Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction; Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction
Cross then left me, and I continued to look out. About an hour
afterwards he returned, and told me that he had easily opened it with
his knife, and had found eight or nine pounds of raw potatoes, and a
bucketful of slush. "We are not hungry enough to eat this now, sir; but
there is enough to keep the life in us all for three or four days at
least; that is, if we could get water, and I expect we shall feel the
want of that dreadfully in a short time. I would give a great deal if I
could only find a drop to give that poor fellow Anderson, with his
broken arm; it is terribly swelled, and he must suffer very much."
"Did you find anything in the closet to put water into, Cross; in case
we should get any?"
"Yes; there's two or three kids, and some small breakers, Captain
Keene."
"Well, then, you had better get them ready; for those clouds rise so
fast, that we may have rain before morning, and if so, we must not lose
the chance."
"Why, it does look like rain, sir," replied Cross. "I'll take one or
two of the men with me, to assist in getting them up."
I watched the horizon till night again set in. We were all very faint
and distressed for water, and the cool of the evening somewhat relieved
us; the breeze, too, was fresh. The men had remained quietly in the
shade as I had advised them; but, although patient, they evidently
suffered much. Once more we all attempted to forget ourselves in
repose. I was soundly asleep, when I was woke up by Cross.
"Captain Keene, it is raining, and it will soon rain much harder; now,
if you will order the men, they will soon collect water enough."
"Call them up immediately, Cross; we must not lose this providential
succour. It may save all our lives."
The men were soon on the alert: the rain came down in a steady shower;
and as soon as they were wet through, they took off their shirts, and
dabbling them into the water as it ran down to leeward, squeezed it out
into their mouths, until their wants were satisfied, and then, under the
direction of Cross, commenced filling the three breakers and four tubs
which had been brought up. They had time to fill them, and to spare,
for the rain continued till the morning. The tubs and breakers were
securely slung under the fore-bitts for future use, and they then
continued to drink till they could drink no more.
CHAPTER FORTY TWO.
The sun rose and chased away the clouds, and the heat was overpowering.
What would have been our situation if it had not pleased Heaven to
refresh us?
The consequence of their thirst being appeased made the demand for food
imperative, and a raw potato was given to each man. The day passed, and
so did a third, and fourth, and our hopes began to fail us, when at
daylight the next morning I spied a sail to the westward. The breeze
was light but the vessel was evidently coming down towards us, and
before noon we made it out to be the cutter.
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