The Story of the Atlantic CableBright, Charles, Sir
History
The Story of the Atlantic Cable
Bright, Charles, Sir
Transatlantic cables
Going round upon the starboard tack had eased the ship to a certain
extent, but with such a wind and such a sea--both of which were
getting worse than better--it was impossible to effect much for the
Agamemnon's relief, and so by twelve o'clock she was rolling almost
as badly as ever. The crew, who had been at work since nearly four
in the morning, were set to clear up the decks from the masses of
coal that covered them; and while this was going forward a heavy
sea struck the stern, and smashed the large iron guard-frame which
had been fixed there to prevent the cable fouling the screw in
paying out. Now that one side had broken, it was expected every
moment that other parts would go, and the pieces hanging down
either smash the screw or foul the rudder-post. It is not
overestimating the danger to say that had the latter accident
occurred in such a sea, and with a vessel so overladen the chances
would have been sadly against the Agamemnon ever appearing at the
rendezvous. Fortunately it was found possible to secure the broken
frame temporarily with hawsers so as to prevent it dropping
farther, though nothing could hinder the fractured end from
striking against the vessel's side with such force as to lead to
serious apprehensions that it would establish a dangerous leak
under water. It was near three in the afternoon before this was
quite secured, the gale still continuing, and the sea running even
worse. The condition of the masts, too, at this time was a source
of much anxiety both to Captain Preedy and Mr. Moriarty, the
master. The heavy rolling had strained and slackened the wire
shrouds to such an extent that they had become perfectly useless as
supports. The lower masts bent visibly at every roll, and once or
twice it seemed as if they must go by the board. Unfortunately
nothing whatever could be done to relieve this strain by sending
down any of the upper spars, since it was only her masts which
prevented the ship rolling still more and quicker; and so every one
knew that if once they were carried away it might soon be all over
with the ship, as then the deck coil could not help going after
them. So there was nothing for it but to watch in anxious silence
the way they bent and strained, and trust in Providence for the
result. About six in the evening it was thought better to "wear
ship" again and stand for the rendezvous under easy steam, and her
head accordingly was put about and once more faced the storm. As
she went round she, of course, fell into the trough of the sea
again, and rolled so awfully as to break her waste-steampipe,
filling her engine-room with steam, and depriving her of the
services of one boiler when it was sorely needed. The sun set upon
as wild and wicked a night as ever taxed the courage and coolness
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account