But, even as this day was drawing towards its conclusion--a day
hotter, it seemed to all on board, than any they had previously
experienced, and when neither the awnings nor the breeze that came aft
protected them sufficiently to allow of their being on deck, unless
duty demanded that they should be there--a change was perceived to
have taken place in the condition of one or two who had been attacked
by blindness. Mr. Fagg had declared that he was regaining his sight,
and that, although he could not distinguish small objects with any
amount of clearness, he was nevertheless able to see large things,
such as the form of a man or woman, in a blurred, indistinct manner if
he or she happened to enter his cabin; while Wilks averred that his
sight was also returning rapidly to him.
'For, see here, sir,' he said to Charke, who, learning what was
happening, or said to be happening, had gone forward to question him
on the subject, 'I can walk aft to the break of the poop without
stumbling against anything or over anything either. May I show you,
sir?'
'Ay,' replied Charke. 'Show me. Let's see what you can really do,'
while at the same time he motioned to a sailor, who happened to be by
the mizzen-mast, to throw down gently a coil of rope he held in his
hand so that, when Wilks neared the spot where it was, they would be
able to observe whether he could see clearly enough to avoid it or
not.
Meanwhile, Wilks, having received the necessary permission, had
started from close by the fife-rail, where the conversation had been
going on, and was making it perfectly clear that what he had stated
was undoubtedly the truth. For, independently of the coil which the
sailor had deposited abreast of the mizzen-mast, there was at this
moment a good deal of raffle lying about the deck, as well as a bucket
or so, and also a squeegee alongside the saloon skylight. But Wilks
saw them all and steered himself along, avoiding each and every object
both great and small, while, when he approached the coil of cable, he
passed round it in almost precisely the same manner that a man in
possession of his ordinary eyesight would have done. Then he looked
back--at least he turned his face back--towards where he had started
from, and, with a gratified grin on his countenance, asked Charke if
he was not all right.
'Yes,' replied Charke, 'or getting so. If one or two more of your
mates would only recover in the same way, we might bend another sail
and, so, make a few more knots. Yet, curse it!' he muttered to
himself, 'as one gets well another gets ill.'
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