Rounding Cape Horn, and Other Sea StoriesMcRoberts, Walter
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Rounding Cape Horn, and Other Sea Stories
McRoberts, Walter
Fiction; Sea stories; Short stories
Upon reaching the corner, he stopped and listened The distant murmur of
voices was heard on the opposite side of the house, but the moonlit
stretch of deck ahead was untenanted. Apparently no one was about the
extreme forward part of the vessel except the lookout. The boy’s unshod
feet made no sound as he darted across the strip of moonlight that fell
between the forward-house and the forecastle deck. Now he was standing
by the open fore hatch.
In large sailing vessels that stand well out of water, it is customary to
leave the fore hatch off at all times unless some very severe gale is
threatened. The forecastle deck overhead prevents rain or salt water
from entering, and as it is often necessary to go down to the fore peak
half a dozen times a day, it would be a useless trouble to move the
hatch-cover each time. This was the case with the _Western Belle_.
Dick well knew he could not enter the lazarette at the customary place
without being seen by the man at the wheel and the officer on duty, and
had conceived the laborious, but perfectly feasible plan, of descending
through the fore hatch to the ’tween-decks, and then crawling aft over
the cargo the whole length of the vessel to accomplish his purpose.
Without losing time, he placed his foot upon the first step of the flight
of stairs that led down to the fore peak, and then rapidly descended. It
was black as Erebus when he reached the bottom, and before taking another
step he uncovered the lantern and stuffed the towel in his pocket.
Cautiously walking over old sails, ropes, barrels, casks, etc., the boy
was soon out of the fore peak proper, and at that part of the
’tween-decks where the cargo began to be stowed.
The foremast looming up ahead gave him quite a start, and a sort of dread
possessed him at thought of the long distance to be traversed in that
profound darkness. Dick had not realized until now the magnitude of the
task before him, but he only wavered a second, and pushed on.
It soon became impossible to walk, and he dropped on his hands and knees,
creeping along on all fours; at the same time holding the handle of the
lantern between his teeth. Its rays illumined but a short space in
front, though they served to make the gaunt deck-beams assume all sorts
of strange and fantastic shapes that he could not help noticing. Thus he
crawled along over bales of flax and tow, boxes of Kauri gum and sacks of
horns; picking his way carefully, and impatiently wondering how far he
had progressed. This was at length made plain, though in an unexpected
manner.
In attempting to accelerate his speed, the boy had grown a little
careless, when he suddenly felt his left hand go off into space, and
barely saved himself from plunging headlong downward. The shock was a
severe one, and he drew a deep breath of relief when he had backed away
from the yawning aperture.
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