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Meanwhile the sun, disencumbered from his strange satellites, paced
with its accustomed majesty towards its western home. When—we dared not
trust our eyes late dazzled, but it seemed that—the sea rose to meet
it—it mounted higher and higher, till the fiery globe was obscured, and
the wall of water still ascended the horizon; it appeared as if
suddenly the motion of earth was revealed to us—as if no longer we were
ruled by ancient laws, but were turned adrift in an unknown region of
space. Many cried aloud, that these were no meteors, but globes of
burning matter, which had set fire to the earth, and caused the vast
cauldron at our feet to bubble up with its measureless waves; the day
of judgment was come they averred, and a few moments would transport us
before the awful countenance of the omnipotent judge; while those less
given to visionary terrors, declared that two conflicting gales had
occasioned the last phaenomenon. In support of this opinion they
pointed out the fact that the east wind died away, while the rushing of
the coming west mingled its wild howl with the roar of the advancing
waters. Would the cliff resist this new battery? Was not the giant wave
far higher than the precipice? Would not our little island be deluged
by its approach? The crowd of spectators fled. They were dispersed over
the fields, stopping now and then, and looking back in terror. A
sublime sense of awe calmed the swift pulsations of my heart—I awaited
the approach of the destruction menaced, with that solemn resignation
which an unavoidable necessity instils. The ocean every moment assumed
a more terrific aspect, while the twilight was dimmed by the rack which
the west wind spread over the sky. By slow degrees however, as the wave
advanced, it took a more mild appearance; some under current of air, or
obstruction in the bed of the waters, checked its progress, and it sank
gradually; while the surface of the sea became uniformly higher as it
dissolved into it. This change took from us the fear of an immediate
catastrophe, although we were still anxious as to the final result. We
continued during the whole night to watch the fury of the sea and the
pace of the driving clouds, through whose openings the rare stars
rushed impetuously; the thunder of conflicting elements deprived us of
all power to sleep.
This endured ceaselessly for three days and nights. The stoutest hearts
quailed before the savage enmity of nature; provisions began to fail
us, though every day foraging parties were dispersed to the nearer
towns. In vain we schooled ourselves into the belief, that there was
nothing out of the common order of nature in the strife we witnessed;
our disasterous and overwhelming destiny turned the best of us to
cowards. Death had hunted us through the course of many months, even to
the narrow strip of time on which we now stood; narrow indeed, and
buffeted by storms, was our footway overhanging the great sea of
calamity—
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