Onward it came, towering to the skies, and darkening the ocean with its
impending bulk; soon we could perceive the powerful agitation of the
water far around its base, and within the vortex of its influence: a
dense cloud of spray, thrown off in its rapid revolutions, enveloped its
lower extremity: the rushing sound of the water as it was drawn upward,
was also distinctly audible. And now it seemed to take a straight
course for the canoe. The natives, with the exception of the boy, threw
themselves down in the bottom of the boat in abject terror; it was,
indeed, an appalling spectacle, and calculated to shake the stoutest
heart, to see that vast mass of water, enough as it seemed, to swamp the
navies of the world, suspended so strangely over them.
The Frenchman appeared to be endeavouring to get the natives to make
some exertion, but in vain. He and the boy then seized a couple of
paddles, and made a frantic effort to escape the threatened danger; but
the whirling pillar was almost upon them, and it seemed as though they
were devoted to certain destruction. The Frenchman now threw down his
paddle, and sat with his hands folded on his breast, awaiting his fate.
The boy, after speaking earnestly to his companion, who merely shook his
head, stood up in the prow of the canoe, and casting one shuddering look
at the dark column, he joined his hands above his head, and plunged into
the sea. In a moment he came to the surface, and struck out vigorously
towards us.
The canoe seemed already within the influence of the water-spout, and
was drawn towards it with the violently agitated waters around its base.
The Frenchman, unable longer to endure the awful sight bowed his head
upon his hands; another moment, and he was lost to sight in the circle
of mist and spray that enveloped the foot of the column; then a strong
oscillation began to be visible in the body of the water-spout; it
swayed heavily to and fro; the cloud at its apex seemed to stoop, and
the whole mass broke and fell, with a noise that might have been heard
for miles. The sea, far around, was crushed into smoothness by the
shock; immediately where the vast pillar had stood, it boiled like a
caldron; then a succession of waves, white with foam, came circling
outward from the spot, extending even to us.
The native boy, who swam faster than we sailed, was already within forty
or fifty yards of us, and we put about and steered for him: in a moment
he was alongside, and Arthur, reaching out his hand, helped him into the
boat.
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