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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