they to know that I was in distress? and if they did, how was I to bring
the ship to? or (unless it fell a dead calm) how was a boat to be sent
on board me driving at such a rate? I went to the wheel to try what
I could do; not much caring though I should lay her fairly on her
beam-ends; for, if she should not founder outright, I thought even such
a state would be better than the rapid ruin she was then threatening me
with. I brought her up till I shook the wind out of her canvass. She
reeled and staggered for a moment like a drunken being, then all at once
her lighter sails were taken aback with a slap that beat away booms, and
tore down yards and tackling with a succession of crashes, flappings,
and snaps like gun-shots, which threw me into such confusion, that I let
go the wheel, and ran for the cabin, in dread of having my brains beaten
out by a falling spar, like the luckless captain of the Gull. I sat down
in despair among the tubs of composition and piles of oakum steeped in
turpentine, with which the place was crammed, and listened to the
effects of my rashness still sounding overhead, and making themselves
known even below by the mad plunges of the vessel, that pitched me at
length into a corner, where I lay till she righted, and went off dead
before the wind once more. The rigging when I came on deck presented a
strange sight. All the great sails had filled again, but the lighter
ones were flying in lumbering streamers from every yard-arm like
ribbands from a tattered cap; while booms and blocks went swinging
through the confusion, knocking against the standing spars, and adding
at every stroke some new disaster to the ruinous uproar. I would have
almost changed places with Phæton. I would as soon have laid my hand
upon the fiery mane of a courser of the sun, with all the zodiac reeling
underfoot, as have touched a spoke of that fatal wheel during the next
hour. I went below again, and got between decks by the communication
from the cabin, where I saw the arrangement of the combustibles, which
put the nature of the vessel beyond all doubt. The troughs crossed each
other between four barrels of composition, placed one under each of the
above-mentioned funnels. Chambers were loaded opposite all the ports, to
blow them open and give the flame vent. Powdered resin and sulphur were
scattered plentifully in all directions, and a mixture of combustibles
like soft dry paste filled the bottoms of all the troughs, on top of
which the reeds were tied with matches innumerable. The breeze now began
to take off, and continued to lull away during all the afternoon, having
settled at length at about south-east, so that my fears of drifting past
the Land's-end were now almost at rest. I dressed myself in my dried
clothes, but dared not kindle a fire;--every spot was ready to start
into flame with the merest spark; even in the after-cabin the berths
were stowed full of old turpentine and oil jars, and dusted with meal of
resin.
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