Adventure stories; Short stories, English -- Scottish authors; Soldiers -- Fiction
By his orders we utilised the preserved meat-tins as cooking vessels,
and by partaking of certain coarse herbs and wild grasses, boiled
therein, we averted all danger of scurvy.
For fuel we had at first the broken driftwood that came from the
wreck; but this was soon, with all our care, expended, and the cold
would perhaps have destroyed us, had not the indefatigable Joe
discovered that we could make fires of the bones and skins of the
seafowl; and Joe, who was a well-read Scotsman, told us all how Dr.
Livingstone once fed the fires of his steam-boat on the Rovuma River
with elephants' ribs.
The success of our plan, to feed fires with the legs of albatrosses,
gulls, and kittiwakes, for the many months that we did, proves the
vast number we must have caught; but weary indeed were we of this
daily menu of eggs and oily sea-bird flesh, seasoned with salt
obtained from the surf where it dried on the rocks.
I shall never forget the great horror that fell on us, when one of
our little band died of a fatal gangrene, having injured his foot by
a fall; and as we buried him in the sea came the dread question, if
we were all fated to perish in succession, who among us would be the
_last_ and lonely man upon that rocky isle?
Save for the lucky accident that several among us had match-boxes in
their pockets when quitting the wreck, we could never have lighted a
fire! As the ship broke up, various things came ashore; among
others, a passenger's chest, wherein we found some blankets, knives,
and spoons.
So passed away August and September, and all this dreary time, a keen
look-out was kept from the first break of dawn to the last glimpse of
sunset for any passing sail, as life depended upon rescue. We often
marvelled whether any vessel ever passed in the night, as we had no
fiery beacon to attract attention.
Finding themselves preyed upon, the sea-birds became wilder, and food
grew scarce. It is easy to imagine the agony in which, with haggard
eyes and wildly beating hearts, we twice saw the sails of passing
ships; but they were 'hull down,' at a vast distance, and could not
see our despairing signals.
At length there came a day--oh, never, never shall I or any who were
with me then forget it!
The morning broke warm, fine, and sunny, and a shout came from the
watch at the beacon, that 'a ship was close in shore!'
We started up from the shelter where we were sleeping. We could
scarcely believe our eyes, as with prayerful hearts we stretched out
our hands simultaneously and in silence towards her.
Yes--yes! there she was, little more than a mile distant, a gallant
brig of considerable burden, with her courses, topsails, and
top-gallant-sails set, close hauled on the port tack, on a gentle
breeze.
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