Adventure stories; Sea stories; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
On examining my watch, I found that I had considerably overslept myself,
having been unconscious for nearly sixteen hours! This prolonged
slumber was the result of my having been kept so long awake by the
storm, and the sickness that it had occasioned me.
I now felt more hungry than I had done for days, and at once set about
satisfying that appetite. Strive as I would, I could not resist the
temptation of eating more than my allotted ration, and I did not leave
off till I had eaten four of my precious biscuits. I had been told that
nothing creates so keen an appetite as a turn of sea-sickness, and I
found this to be truth. Indeed, I felt as if I could have consumed the
whole of my stock, and the four biscuits I ate scarcely took the edge
well off my hunger. Nothing but the dread of running short hindered me
from eating three times as many.
I was also in great thirst, and swallowed far more than my allowance of
water; but I was not so careful of this, as I believed it would be quite
sure to last me to the end of the voyage. One thing about the water
troubled me not a little. Each time that I went to take a drink, a
considerable waste took place, in consequence of my having no vessel to
draw it in; and, moreover, to drink from the hole I had made was
altogether an unsatisfactory way of quenching my thirst. As soon as the
peg was drawn out, a strong jet would shoot forth, to which I applied my
mouth. But I could not swallow it as fast as it came, and it was sure--
after taking away my breath, and half choking me--to squirt all over my
face, wetting my clothes and everything else about me, before I could
get the stopper back into its place.
If I only had had a vessel to draw it in--a cup or anything?
I thought of using one of my buskins, for I had no need for them
otherwise; but I felt some qualms about making this use of them.
I should not have hesitated to have drunk out of them, or any other
vessel, when pressed by thirst previous to my having tapped the butt;
but now that I had water in plenty, the case was different. Still, I
could get one of them sufficiently clean for the purpose. Better,
thought I, to waste a little water in washing one of them, than lose a
large quantity every time I went to drink.
I was about to put this design into execution, when a better idea came
into my head--that was to make a drinking-cup out of a piece of
broadcloth. This was altogether better. I had already observed that
the cloth was waterproof--at least, the water that was spilt from the
butt appeared to lie upon it without passing through--for I had been
obliged to shake it off on each occasion. A piece of the cloth,
therefore, formed into a cup shape, would be likely enough to serve my
purpose; and accordingly I resolved to make me such a vessel.
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