The Smugglers: Picturesque Chapters in the Story of an Ancient CraftHarper, Charles G. (Charles George)
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The Smugglers: Picturesque Chapters in the Story of an Ancient Craft
Harper, Charles G. (Charles George)
Smuggling -- Great Britain
“I suppose I might have been there aboute a quarter of an hour, until
they had secured my people below, and after found me lying on the deck.
One of them said, ‘Here is one of the poor fellows dead.’ Another made
answer, ‘Put the man below.’ He answered again, saying, ‘What use is it
to put a dead man below?’ and so past on. Aboute this time the vessel
struck aground, the wind being about east-south-east, very hard, right on
the shore. So their I laid very quiet for near the space of two hours,
hearing their discourse as they walked by me, the night being very dark
on the 30 Jany. 1788. When some of them saw me lying there, said, ‘Here
lays one of the fellows dead,’ one of them answered as before, ‘Put him
below.’ Another said, ‘The man is dead.’ The commanding officer gave
orders for a lantern and candle to be brought, so they took up one of my
legs, as I was lying upon my belly; he let it go, and it fell as dead
down on the deck. He likewayse put his hand up under my clothes, between
my shirt and my skin, and then examined my head, saying, ‘This man is so
warm now as he was two hours back, but his head is all to atoms.’ I have
thought hundreds of times since what a miracle it was I neither sneezed,
coughed, nor drew breath that they perceived in all this time, I suppose
not less than ten or fifteen minutes. The water being ebbing, the vessel
making a great heel towards the shore, so that in the course of a very
little time after, as their two boats were made fast alongside, one of
them broke adrift. Immediately there was orders given to man the other
boat, in order to fetch her; so that when I saw them in the state of
confusion, their gard broken, I thought it was my time to make my escape;
so I crept on my belly on the deck, and got over a large raft just before
the mainmast, close by one of the men’s heels, as he was standing there
handing the trysail. When I got over the lee-side I thought I should be
able to swim on shore in a stroke or two. I took hold of the burtons of
the mast, and, as I was lifting myself over the side, I was taken with
the cramp in one of my thighs. So then I thought I should be drowned,
but still willing to risk it, so that I let myself over the side very
easily by a rope into the water, fearing my enemies would hear me, and
then let go. As I was very near the shore, I thought to swim on shore in
the course of a stroke or two, as I used to swim so well, but soon found
out my mistake. I was sinking almost like a stone, and hauling astarn in
deeper water, when I gave up all hopes of life, and began to swallow some
water. I found a rope under my breast, so that I had not lost all my
senses. I hauled upon it, and soon found one end fast to the side, just
where I went overboard, which gave me a little hope of life. So that
when I got there, could not tell which was best, to call to the
man-of-war’s men to take me in, or to stay there and die, for my life and
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