The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 1, December, 1835Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 1, December, 1835
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American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
By what miracle I escaped destruction, it is impossible to say.
Stunned by the shock of the water, I found myself upon recovery,
jammed in between the stern-post and rudder. With great difficulty I
gained my feet, and looking dizzily around, was, at first, struck with
the idea of our being among breakers, so terrific beyond the wildest
imagination was the whirlpool of mountainous and foaming ocean within
which we were engulfed. After a while, I heard the voice of an old
Swede, who had shipped with us at the moment of our leaving port. I
hallooed to him with all my strength, and presently he came reeling
aft. We soon discovered that we were the sole survivors of the
accident. All on deck, with the exception of ourselves, had been swept
overboard, and the captain and mates must have perished as they slept,
for the cabins were deluged with water. Without assistance, we could
expect to do little for the security of the ship, and our exertions
were at first paralyzed by the momentary expectation of going down.
Our cable had, of course, parted like pack-thread, at the first breath
of the hurricane, or we should have been instantaneously overwhelmed.
We scudded with frightful velocity before the sea, and the water made
clear breaches over us. The frame-work of our stern was shattered
excessively, and, in almost every respect, we had received
considerable injury--but to our extreme joy we found the pumps
unchoked, and that we had no great difficulty in keeping free. The
main fury of the Simoom had already blown over, and we apprehended
little danger from the violence of the wind--but we looked forward to
its total cessation with dismay, well believing, that, in our
shattered condition, we should inevitably perish in the tremendous
swell which would ensue. But this very just apprehension seemed by no
means likely to be soon verified. For five entire days and
nights--during which our only subsistence was a small quantity of
jaggeree, procured with great difficulty from the forecastle--the hulk
flew at a rate defying computation, before rapidly succeeding flaws of
wind, which, without equalling the first violence of the Simoom, were
still more terrific than any tempest I had before encountered. Our
course for the first four days was, with trifling variations, S. E.
and by South; and we must have run down the coast of New Holland. On
the fifth day the cold became extreme, although the wind had hauled
round a point more to the Northward. The sun arose with a sickly
yellow lustre, and clambered a very few degrees above the
horizon--emitting no decisive light. There were no clouds whatever
apparent, yet the wind was upon the increase, and blew with a fitful
and unsteady fury. About noon, as nearly as we could guess, our
attention was again arrested by the appearance of the sun. It gave out
no light, properly so called, but a dull and sullen glow unaccompanied
by any ray.
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