Adventure stories; Sea stories; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
Then I heard voices--human voices. Oh, how pleasant to my ears! First,
I heard shouts and short speeches, and then all of them mingling
together in a chant or chorus. Rude it may have been, but during all my
life never heard I sounds that appeared to me so musical or harmonious
as that work-song of the sailors.
It inspired me with confidence and boldness. I could endure my
captivity no longer; and the instant the chorus ended, I sprang forward
under the hatch, and with the wooden handle of my knife knocked loudly
upon the planks overhead.
I listened. My knocking had been heard. There was a parley among the
voices above, and I could distinguish exclamations of surprise; but
although the talking continued, and even a greater number of voices
appeared to take part in it, no attempt was made to take up the hatch.
I repeated my knocking louder than before; and added to it the summons
of my voice; but I could myself perceive that my voice was tiny and
feeble as that of an infant, and I doubted whether it could have been
heard.
Again I listened to a volley of loud exclamations that betokened
surprise; and from the multitude of voices I could guess that the whole
crew was around the hatchway.
I knocked a third time, to make sure; and then I stood a little to one
side, in anxious and silent expectation.
Presently I heard something rubbing over the hatches. It was the
tarpaulin being removed; and, as soon as this covering was taken off, I
perceived that light shot in through several chinks at the joining of
the planks.
But the next moment the sky suddenly opened above me; and the flood of
light that poured down upon my face, rendered me quite blind. It did
more--it caused me to faint and fall backward against the boxes. I did
not lose consciousness all at once, but swooned gradually away under a
feeling of strange bewilderment.
Just as the hatch was lifted upwards, I noticed a ring of rough heads--
human heads and faces--above the edge, all around the great opening, and
I observed that all of them were drawn suddenly back with an expression
of extreme terror. I heard cries and exclamations that betokened the
same; but the shouts gradually died upon my ears, and the light dimmed
and darkened in my eyes, as I lapsed into a state of unconsciousness, as
complete as if I had been dead.
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