They immediately hailed me to
return, but from the booming of the waves I could not hear what they
said, and thought that they were encouraging me to proceed. I shouted
in return to show the confidence which I had in myself. I easily
mounted the waves as they breasted me, but still I made my way very
slowly against such a swell, and saw the boy only at intervals when I
was on the top of the wave. He could swim very little, and did not
make for the ship, but with his eyes fixed upon the sky, paddled like
a dog to keep himself above water. I now began to feel the weight of
the line upon me, and to fear that I should never hold out. I began to
repent of my rashness, and thought I had only sacrificed myself
without any chance of saving him. I persevered, nevertheless, and
having, as I guessed, come to the spot where the boy was, I looked
round, and not seeing him, was afraid that he had gone down, but on
mounting the next wave, I saw him in the hollow, struggling hard to
keep above water, and almost spent with his long exertion.
I swam down to him, and hailing him, found he was still sensible, but
utterly exhausted. I desired him to hold on by my hand but not to
touch my body, as we should both sink. He promised to obey me, and I
held out my right-hand to him, and made a signal for them to haul in
on board, for I had no idea that the line had been cut. I was
frightened when I perceived the distance that the ship was from me--at
least a quarter of a mile. I knew that the deep-sea line was but a
hundred fathoms in length, and therefore that I must be adrift, and my
heart sunk within me. All the horrors of my situation came upon me,
and I felt that I was lost; but although death appeared inevitable, I
still struggled for life--but the rope now weighed me down more and
more. While swimming forward it trailed behind, and although it
impeded my way, I did not feel half its weight. Now, however, that I
was stationary, it sank deep, and pulled me down with it. The waves,
too, which, while I breasted them and saw them approach, I easily rose
over, being now behind us, broke over our heads, burying us under
them, or rolling us over by their force.
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