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, scarce had we lit one fire, when the bo'sun cried out to the big
seaman to make another, further along the edge of the cliff, and, in the
same instant, I shouted, and ran over to that part of the hill which lay
towards the open sea; for I had seen a number of moving things about the
edge of the seaward cliff. Now here there was a deal of shadow; for there
were scattered certain large masses of rock about this part of the hill,
and these held off both the light of the moon, and that from the fires.
Here, I came abruptly upon three great shapes moving with stealthiness
towards the camp, and, behind these, I saw dimly that there were others.
Then, with a loud cry for help, I made at the three, and, as I charged,
they rose up on end at me, and I found that they overtopped me, and their
vile tentacles were reached out at me. Then I was smiting, and gasping,
sick with a sudden stench, the stench of the creatures which I had come
already to know. And then something clutched at me, something slimy and
vile, and great mandibles champed in my face; but I stabbed upward, and
the thing fell from me, leaving me dazed and sick, and smiting weakly.
Then there came a rush of feet behind, and a sudden blaze, and the bo'sun
crying out encouragement, and, directly, he and the big seaman thrust
themselves in front of me, hurling from them great masses of burning
weed, which they had borne, each of them, up a long reed. And immediately
the things were gone, slithering hastily down over the cliff edge.
And so, presently, I was more my own man, and made to wipe from my throat
the slime left by the clutch of the monster: and afterwards I ran from
fire to fire with weed, feeding them, and so a space passed, during
which we had safety; for by that time we had fires all about the top of
the hill, and the monsters were in mortal dread of fire, else had we been
dead, all of us, that night.
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