"Volunteers, away!" Several sprung to the falls. I was among the
first; so was Tom Derrick, an active young topman. He leaped into the
bow as the boat was being lowered; I into the stern to unhook the after
falls; the rest of the volunteer crew followed. The boat was lifting
and pitching with fearful violence alongside, to the great risk of being
swamped. Poor Derrick stood up to clear the falls, I believe, or to
fend off the bow of the boat from the ship's side. I saw his figure in
an erect position for an instant--the boat's bow pitched into the sea--
the next instant he was gone. In vain the man close to him tried to
grasp him--he went down like a shot; not a cry was heard, not a sign of
him was again seen.
There was no time to be lost, if we would save O'Connor. Every moment
the fury of the gale was increasing. Our oars were out, and over the
foaming sea we pulled in the direction whence the voice had come. The
ship rose towering astern of us, her dark masts lifting and falling
against the leaden sky. By her we guided our course. We thought we
must have reached the spot where O'Connor should have been.
"Be alive, shipmates," said a voice close to us. "In bow oar, and lend
us a hand." It was O'Connor's voice. He was swimming with perfect
composure close to us on the top of a wave, and striking out toward the
bows, so as to avoid the stern. He was with some little difficulty
hauled on board, for he had not a stitch of clothing on with which we
could catch hold of him.
"Thank ye, shipmates all," he exclaimed, as he sprung into the
stern-sheets. "But lend us a jacket, some one, will ye? for it's bitter
cold out of the water, and I've left all mine, do ye see, for Daddy
Neptune, when he wants a new rig-out."
A seaman will joke in the midst of a furious engagement, or at other
moments of the greatest peril; and I believe Terence was truly grateful
to the merciful Providence who had so wonderfully preserved him. We
threw our jackets over him, to shelter him as well as we could, and
pulled back as fast as we were able to the ship. There was a short time
for talking and hearing how it had happened, as may be supposed. We had
great difficulty in getting on board again, and it required extreme
caution to prevent the boat being swamped alongside. At last we reached
the deck, and the boat was hoisted in.
"Why, you haven't got him," said the captain, seeing the same number
come back as had gone away in the boat.
"Yes, sir," we answered; "but poor Derrick has gone;" and we explained
how our other shipmate had been lost. So there was a sigh and a tear
for poor Derrick; and a cheer and congratulations for O'Connor's
preservation.
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