The Boats of the "Glen Carrig": Being an account of their Adventures in the Strange places of the Earth, after the foundering of the good ship Glen Carrig through striking upon a hidden rock in the unknown seas to the Southward; as told by John Winterstraw, Gent., to his son James Winterstraw, in the year 1757, and by him committed very properly and legibly to manuscriptHodgson, William Hope
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The Boats of the "Glen Carrig": Being an account of their Adventures in the Strange places of the Earth, after the foundering of the good ship Glen Carrig through striking upon a hidden rock in the unknown seas to the Southward; as told by John Winterstraw, Gent., to his son James Winterstraw, in the year 1757, and by him committed very properly and legibly to manuscript
Now, on that night, when I came to my watch, I discovered that there was
no moon, and, save for such light as the fire threw, the hill-top was in
darkness; yet this was no great matter to trouble me; for we had been
unmolested since the burning of the fungi in the valley, and thus I had
lost much of the haunting fear which had beset me upon the death of Job.
Yet, though I was not so much afraid as I had been, I took all
precautions that suggested themselves to me, and built up the fire to a
goodly height, after which I took my cut-and-thrust, and made the round
of the camping place. At the edges of the cliffs which protected us on
three sides, I made some pause, staring down into the darkness, and
listening; though this latter was of but small use because of the
strength of the wind which roared continually in my ears. Yet though I
neither saw nor heard anything, I was presently possessed of a strange
uneasiness, which made me return twice or thrice to the edge of the
cliffs; but always without seeing or hearing anything to justify my
superstitions. And so, presently, being determined to give way to no
fancifulness, I avoided the boundary of cliffs, and kept more to that
part which commanded the slope, up and down which we made our journeys
to and from the island below.
Then, it would be near halfway through my time of watching, there came to
me out of the immensity of weed that lay to leeward, a far distant sound
that grew upon my ear, rising and rising into a fearsome screaming and
shrieking, and then dying away into the distance in queer sobs, and so at
last to a note below that of the wind's. At this, as might be supposed, I
was somewhat shaken in myself to hear so dread a noise coming out of all
that desolation, and then, suddenly, the thought came to me that the
screaming was from the ship to leeward of us, and I ran immediately to
the edge of the cliff overlooking the weed, and stared into the darkness;
but now I perceived, by a light which burned in the hulk, that the
screaming had come from some place a great distance to the right of her,
and more, as my sense assured me, it could by no means have been possible
for those in her to have sent their voices to me against such a breeze as
blew at that time.
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