After the many great mercies which had been vouchsafed me, such as my
being the only one saved of all the crew of the _Laughing Mary_, my
deliverance from the dangers of an open boat, my meeting with this
schooner and discovering within her everything needful for the support
of life, I should have been guilty of the basest ingratitude had I
repined because there was no boat in the ship. Yet for all that I could
not but see it was a matter that concerned me very closely. Should the
vessel be crushed, what was to become of me? It was easy to propose to
myself the making of a raft or the like of such a fabric; but everything
was so hard frozen that, being single-handed, it was next to impossible
I should be able to put together such a contrivance as would be fit to
live in the smallest sea-way.
However, I was resolved not to make myself melancholy with these
considerations. The good fortune that had attended me so far might
accompany me to the end, and maybe I was the fitter just then to take a
hopeful view of my condition because of the cheerfulness awakened in me
by the noble show of coal in the forepeak. At twelve o'clock by the
watch in my pocket I got my dinner. I had a mind for a lighter drink
than brandy, and went to the lazarette and cut out a block of the wine
in the cask I had opened; I also knocked out the head of a tierce of
beef, designing a hearty regale for supper. You smile, perhaps, that I
should talk so much of my eating; but if on shore, amid the security of
existence there, it is the one great business of life, that is to say,
the one great business of life after love, what must it be to a poor
shipwrecked wretch like me, who had nothing else to think of but his
food?
Yet I could not help smiling when I considered how I was carrying my
drink about in my fingers. What the wine was I do not know; it looked
like claret but was somewhat sweet, and was the most generous wine I
ever tasted, spite of my having to drink it warm, for if I let the cup
out of my hand to cool, lo! when I looked it was ice!
Whilst I sat smoking my pipe it entered my head to presently turn those
two silent gentlemen in the cabin out of it. It was a task from which I
shrank, but it must be done. To be candid, I dreaded the effects of
their dismal companionship on my spirits. I had been in the schooner two
days only; I had been heartened by the plenty I had met with, a sound
night's rest, the fire, and my escape from the fate that had certainly
overtaken me had I gone away in the boat. But being of a superstitious
nature and never a lover of solitude, I easily guessed that in a few
days the weight of my loneliness would come to press very heavily upon
me, and that if I suffered those figures to keep the cabin I should find
myself lying under a kind of horror which might end in breaking down my
manhood and perhaps in unsettling my reason.
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