There were look-outs stationed forward, though, as we were supposed to
be in the open sea, no danger of any sort was apprehended. Other ships
might, by possibility, be crossing our course, but that was not likely;
and if, by any wonderful chance, we came near each other, we should
probably see and be seen in time to prevent a collision. The larboard
watch, to which I belonged, and of which Mr Dunning, the second
lieutenant, was officer, had the first watch, namely, from eight o'clock
till midnight. At four bells, or ten o'clock, it came to my turn to
take my trick at the helm. The weather had become bitterly cold; so I,
with the rest, had donned all the warm clothing we could command. I had
on a flannel shirt and drawers, with worsted hose and comforter, and
over all a thick Flushing jacket and trousers; a Welsh wig, under a
south-wester, covered my head, and a thick pair of lined boots my feet,
while my hands were encased in woollen mittens--so that I little cared
for the inclemency of the weather, provided I had not to face it. This
I had to do while at the helm; and I remembered Andrew's account of the
Moravian missionaries having their eyelids frozen together, and thought
mine would suffer in the same manner.
To say that the night was very dark would not give an idea of the inky
obscurity in which we appeared to be sailing. One could scarcely see
one's hand with one's arm held out at full length; and as for discerning
anything ahead, that appeared impossible. I say appeared, because there
is much difference having something to look at and nothing. In the
latter case you fancy, because you see nothing, that nothing could be
seen if it were there. I heard Mr Dunning, as he passed me,
apostrophising the night as dark as Erebus.
The quarter-master, who was conning the ship, was continually
exclaiming, "No higher," as I kept her luffing up into the wind, unable
to see the shaking of her canvas, which rose dark and towering above me,
till it seemed to be lost in the clouds. Indeed, as we sailed on, we
seemed literally to be sweeping the sky with our mast-heads. Thus we
ploughed our way, ignorant of what was ahead, through the boiling seas
during the whole time I had the wheel.
I had just been relieved, and was finding my way forward, knocking my
hands against my sides to warm them, when there was a loud cry from the
look-out men of "A ship ahead, standing right for us under all sail."
"Under all sail--impossible, in a night like this!" exclaimed the
officer of the watch, rousing himself from a reverie.
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