He grinned and put his hand out for the bottle, and after a pull passed
it to the carpenter. I guessed by his jocosity that he had already been
making somewhat free; for although I love a bold face put upon a
difficulty, ours was a situation in which only a tipsy man could find
food for merriment.
At this instant we were startled by a wild and fearful shout on deck. It
sounded high above the sweeping and seething of the wind and the hissing
of the lashed waters, and it penetrated the planks with a note that gave
it an inexpressible character of anguish.
"A man washed overboard!" bawled the carpenter, springing to his feet.
"No!" cried I, for my younger and shrewder ear had caught a note in the
cry that persuaded me it was not as the carpenter said; and in an
instant the three of us jumped up the ladder and gained the deck.
The moment I was in the gale the same affrighted cry rang down along the
wind from some man forward: _"For God's sake tumble up before we are
upon it!"_
"What do you see?" I roared, sending my voice, trumpet-fashion, through
my hands; for as to my own and the sight of Captain Rosy and the
carpenter, why, it was like being struck blind to come on a sudden out
of the lighted cabin into the black night.
Any reply that might have been attempted was choked out by the dive of
the brig's head into a sea, which furiously flooded her forecastle and
came washing aft like milk in the darkness till it was up to our knees.
"See there!" suddenly roared the carpenter.
"Where, man, where?" bawled the captain.
But in this brief time my sight had grown used to the night, and I saw
the object before the carpenter could answer. It lay on our lee beam,
but how far off no man could have told in that black thickness. It stood
against the darkness and hung out a dim complexion of light, or rather
of pallidness, that was not light--not to be described by the pen. It
was like a small hill of snow, and looked as snow does or the foam of
the sea in darkness, and it came and went with our soaring and sinking.
"Ice!" I shouted to the captain.
"I see it!" he answered, in a voice that satisfied me the consternation
he was under had settled the fumes of the spirits out of his head. "We
must drive her clear at all risks."
There was no need to call the men. To the second cry that had been
raised by one among them who had come out of the forecastle and seen the
berg, they had tumbled up as sailors will when they jump for their
lives; and now they came staggering, splashing, crawling aft to us, for
the lamp in the cabin made a sheen in the companion hatch, and they
could see us as we stood there.
"Men," cried Captain Rosy, "yonder's a gravestone for our carcases if we
are not lively! Cast the helm adrift!" (we steered by a tiller). "Two
hands stand by it. Forward, some of ye, and loose the stay-foresail, and
show the head of it."
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