Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction; Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction
I was afraid that she would turn over; and finding an axe on the deck, I
mounted the rigging with it, and commenced cutting away the lacing of
the sails from the mast. I then lowered the gaffs, and cleared away the
canvass in the same way, so that the sails fell on the deck. This was a
work of at least one hour; but when the canvass was off, the vessel was
steady.
It was well that I had taken this precaution; for very soon afterwards
the wind was much fresher, and the weather appeared very threatening;
the sea also rose considerably. I was very tired, and sat down for some
time on the deck abaft.
It then occurred to me that the weight of the planks upon the deck must
not only keep the vessel deeper in the water, but make her more
top-heavy, and I determined to throw them overboard; but first I looked
for something to eat, and found plenty of victuals in the iron pot in
which the men had cooked their supper the night before.
As soon as I had obtained from the cask lashed on the deck a drink of
water, to wash down the cold fried ham which I had eaten, I set work to
throw overboard the planks on deck.
When I had thrown over a portion from one side I went to the other, and
threw over as many more, that I might, as much as possible, keep the
vessel on an even keel.
This job occupied me the whole of the day; and when I had completed my
task I examined the height of the water at the cabin ladder, and found
that the vessel had risen more than six inches. This was a source of
great comfort to me, and what pleased me more was, that the wind had
gone down again, and the water was much smoother.
I made a supper off some raw ham, for the fire had been extinguished,
and committing myself to the protection of Heaven, lay down as the sun
set, and from the fatigue of the day was soon in a sound sleep.
I awoke about the middle of the night. The stars shone brightly, and
there was but a slight ripple on the water.
I thought of my mother, of my aunt Milly, of Captain Delmar, and I felt
for the seal-skin pouch which was fastened round my neck. It was all
safe.
I calculated chances, and I made up my mind that I should be picked up
by some vessel or another before long.
I said to myself--"Why, I am better off now than I was when in the
wherry, with Peggy Pearson; I was saved then, why should I not be now?"
I felt no desponding, and lay down, and was soon fast asleep.
It was broad daylight when I awoke; I took my spy-glass, and looking
round the horizon, discovered a vessel several miles off, standing
towards me. This gave me fresh spirits.
I made a raw breakfast, and drank plenty of water as before. The wind,
which was very light, increased a little. The vessel came nearer, and I
made her out to be a schooner. In two hours she was close to me, and I
waved my hat, and hallooed as loud as I could.
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