Dogs -- Fiction; Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
But the corporal's miseries were to be prolonged; the flood-time of
water was now spent, and the ebb commenced flowing against the wind and
sea. This created what is called boiling water, that is, a contest
between the wind forcing the waves one way, and the tide checking them
the other, which makes the waves to lose their run, and they rise, and
dance, and bubble into points. The consequence was, that the boat, as
she was borne down by the tide against them, shipped a sea every moment,
which the wind threw against the carcase of the corporal, who was now
quite exhausted with more than four hours' exposure to a wintry night,
the temperature being nearly down to zero. All the corporal's stoicism
was gone: he talked wildly, crouched and gibbered in his fear, when he
was suddenly roused by a heavy shock. He raised his head, which had
sunk upon his chest, and beheld something close to him, and to the
gunwale of the boat. It was a thin, tall figure, holding out his two
arms at right angles, and apparently stooping over him. It was just in
the position that Smallbones lay on the forecastle of the cutter on that
day morning, when he was about to keel-haul him, and the corporal, in
his state of mental and bodily depression, was certain that it was the
ghost of the poor lad whom he had so often tortured. Terror raised his
air erect--his mouth was wide open--he could not speak--he tried to
analyse it, but a wave dashed in his face--his eyes and mouth were
filled with salt water, and the corporal threw himself down on the
thwarts of the boat, quite regardless whether it went to the bottom or
not: there he lay, half groaning, half praying, with his hands to his
eyes, and his huge nether proportion raised in the air, every limb
trembling with blended cold and fright. One hour more, and there would
have been nothing but corporal parts of Corporal Spitter.
The reason why the last movement of the corporal did not swamp the boat
was, simply, that it was aground on one of the flats; and the figure
which had alarmed the conscience-stricken corporal was nothing more than
the outside beacon of a weir for catching fish, being a thin post with a
cross bar to it, certainly not unlike Smallbones in figure, supposing
him to have put his arms in that position.
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