The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 1, December, 1835Various
General
The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 1, December, 1835
Various
American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
We were at the bottom of one of these abysses, when a quick scream
from my companion broke fearfully upon the night. 'See! see!'--cried
he, shrieking in my ears,--'Almighty God! see! see!' As he spoke, I
became aware of a dull, sullen glare of light which rolled, as it
were, down the sides of the vast chasm where we lay, and threw a
fitful brilliancy upon our deck. Casting my eyes upwards, I beheld a
spectacle which froze the current of my blood. At a terrific height
directly above us, and upon the very verge of the precipitous descent,
hovered a gigantic ship of nearly four thousand tons. Although
upreared upon the summit of a wave of more than a hundred times her
own altitude, her apparent size still exceeded that of any ship of the
line or East Indiaman in existence. Her huge hull was of a deep dingy
black, unrelieved by any of the customary carvings of a ship. A single
row of brass cannon protruded from her open ports, and dashed off from
their polished surfaces the fires of innumerable battle-lanterns,
which swung to and fro about her rigging. But what mainly inspired us
with horror and astonishment, was that she bore up under a press of
sail in the very teeth of that supernatural sea, and of that
ungovernable hurricane. When we first discovered her, her stupendous
bows were alone to be seen, as she rose up, like a demon of the deep,
slowly from the dim and horrible gulf beyond her. For a moment of
intense terror she paused upon the giddy pinnacle, as if in
contemplation of her own sublimity, then trembled and tottered,
and--came down.
At this instant, I know not what sudden self-possession came over my
spirit. Staggering as far aft as I could, I awaited fearlessly the
ruin that was to overwhelm. Our own vessel was at length ceasing from
her struggles, and sinking with her head to the sea. The shock of the
descending mass struck her, consequently, in that portion of her frame
which was already under water, and the inevitable result was to hurl
me with irresistible violence upon the rigging of the stranger.
As I fell, the ship hove in stays, and went about, and to the
confusion ensuing, I attributed my escape from the notice of the crew.
With little difficulty I made my way unperceived to the main hatchway,
which was partially open, and soon found an opportunity of secreting
myself in the hold. Why I did so I can hardly tell. A nameless and
indefinite sense of awe, which at first sight of the navigators of the
ship had taken hold of my mind, was perhaps the principle of my
concealment. I was unwilling to trust myself with a race of people who
had offered, to the cursory glance I had taken, so many points of
vague novelty, doubt, and apprehension. I therefore thought proper to
contrive a hiding-place in the hold. This I did by removing a small
portion of the shifting-boards in such a manner as to afford me a
convenient retreat between the huge timbers of the ship.
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