Salt Water: The Sea Life and Adventures of Neil D'Arcy the MidshipmanKingston, William Henry Giles
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Salt Water: The Sea Life and Adventures of Neil D'Arcy the Midshipman
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
I felt this to be the case, and prayed earnestly to God to stretch forth
His hand to save us. Scarcely a minute had elapsed after Jack had
spoken, when the tempest, thundering down on the accursed slave ship
more violently than before, the lightning flashing more vividly, a
terrific shock was felt, which made her tremble as if about to part
asunder; the tall masts bent like willow wands, and fell with a crash
into the sea; and the voracious waves came curling up, foam-crested,
astern, and sweeping everything before them. The howling of the fierce
hurricane overpowered the agonised shrieks of the drowning crew, as they
were carried overboard; while from the hold arose the heart-piercing
cries of despair and terror of the helpless negroes who were confined
there, deprived of even a chance of escape. Our two shipmates had found
their way aft, to where Jack and I were holding on for our lives,
sheltered partly by the raised poop. Still we drove on. We had
evidently been forced over a reef, and we hoped that we might reach
smooth water. The sea no longer broke over us.
"What say you, lads? Let's try to give those poor fellows down there a
chance for their lives," cried Jack.
All agreed to the proposal. There were scarcely any Spaniards left to
stop us; and had there been, I do not think they would have ventured to
interfere. I had observed some axes hung up inside the cabin-door, and
seizing them, we tore off the hatches, and leaped down among the
terror-stricken wretches below. Sandy had bethought him of securing
some lanterns, for in the dark we could do nothing. As soon as he had
brought them, and we had got them lighted, Jack singing out,
"_Amigos_!--_amigos_!--have no fear, my hearties!" we set to work with a
right good will, and knocked the fetters off a considerable number of
the unfortunate negroes. The operation was nearly completed, when we
felt another terrific shock vibrate through the ship. Again and again
she struck. We had just time to spring up the main-hatchway, followed
by the howling terrified blacks, when the sides of the ship seemed to
yawn asunder; a foaming wave rushed towards us, and at the same moment a
vivid flash of lightning showed us the shore, not a hundred yards off.
"There's hope yet," I heard Jack exclaim.
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