The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 11: Masterpieces of German Literature Translated Into English
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The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 11: Masterpieces of German Literature Translated Into English
German literature -- 19th century -- Translations into English; German literature -- 20th century -- Translations into English
All efforts to float the ship had proved unavailing, but it was
fortunate that, in the perilous task required of it, the screw had
not broken; moreover, the listing of the hull had not increased. "If
the night was not stormy they would lie there quietly till the next
morning, when, in case they should not get afloat by that time (and
they might get afloat any minute), a passing craft could take off the
passengers and carry them to the next port." So spoke the Captain, who
was not to be disconcerted by the misfortune which his own stubbornness
had caused. He declared that it was clearly noted upon the maps by
which he and every other captain had to sail that there were fifteen
feet of water at this place; the gentlemen of the government should
wake up and see that better charts or at least suitable buoys were
provided. And if other captains had avoided the bank and preferred to
sail around it for some years, he had meanwhile steered over the same
place a hundred times--indeed only day before yesterday. But he had
no objections to having the long-boat launched and the passengers set
ashore, whence God knows how they were to continue their journey.
"The man is drunk or crazy," said the President, when the Captain had
turned his broad back and gone back to his post. "It is a sin and shame
that such a man is allowed to command a ship, even if it is only a tug;
I shall start a rigid investigation, and he shall be punished in an
exemplary manner."
The President, through all his long, thin body, shook with wrath,
anxiety, and cold; the General shrugged his shoulders. "That's all
very good, my dear Mr. President," said he, "but it comes a little too
late to help us out of our unhappy plight. I refrain on principle from
interfering with things I do not understand; but I wish we had somebody
on board who could give advice. One must not ask the sailors--that
would be undermining the discipline! What is it, Else?" Else had given
him a meaning look, and he stepped toward her and repeated the question.
"Inquire of that gentleman!" said Else.
"Of what gentleman?"
"The one yonder. He's a seaman; he can certainly give you the best
advice."
The General fixed his sharp eye upon the person designated. "Ah, that
one?" asked he. "Really looks so."
"Doesn't he?" replied Else. "He had already told me that we were going
to run aground."
"He's not one of the officers of the ship, of course?"
"O no! That is--I believe--but just speak to him!"
The General went up to "The Indefatigable." "Beg your pardon, Sir! I
hear you are a seaman?"
"At your service."
"Captain?"
"Captain of a merchantman--Reinhold Schmidt."
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