The Mysteries of Montreal: Being Recollections of a Female PhysicianFührer, Ch. (Charlotte)
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The Mysteries of Montreal: Being Recollections of a Female Physician
Führer, Ch. (Charlotte)
Montréal (Québec) -- Fiction; Women physicians -- Fiction
So great had been the hurry of shoving off that they found themselves
without chart, compass, or provisions, save a little keg of water and
a small flask of brandy. However, judging by the direction of the wind,
which the Captain had noted carefully before retiring, the boats’ heads
were put in the direction of the island of Anticosti, and, keeping as
nearly as possible together (there were three boats’ crews), they pulled
hard all night for shore. When the morning broke they fancied they
observed the loom of the land in the distance, and a shout of joy
involuntarily burst from the whole company; they were doomed, however,
to disappointment, for, on the mist clearing away, they could observe
nothing but sky and sea for miles on every hand. The Captain was
completely puzzled how to act, so, summoning a council of war in the
gig, they came to the conclusion that, as they might, instead of pulling
toward the land, pull farther away from it, there was no use wasting
their strength pulling at all, and that they had better keep a careful
look out for vessels either going to or coming from America, and trust
in Providence. The water was served carefully out, and the Captain took
the brandy into his own charge, the men encouraging each other with
tales of their past experience in situations equally trying and still
more dangerous.
All day they bobbed about on the dancing waves, the oarsmen pulling just
sufficiently to keep headway on their respective boats, but not a sign
of either land or passing vessel was visible. The last round of water
was served out, and the men tried hard to induce the Captain to
hand them over the brandy, some of them sullenly, and intimating an
inclination to take the bottle by force; but the Captain cocking his
revolver, which he had fortunately retained, they subsided into silence,
and lay moodily at the bottom of the boat. They passed the night with
heavy hearts, and when morning dawned despair seized every man of them,
for not a vestige of land was to be seen, neither was there a boat
of any kind in sight. Fortunately the weather was remarkably calm and
clear, so they had no difficulty in keeping together, and in sharing
equally their little supply of water, but now that that was gone what
were they to do?
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