The Story of the Atlantic CableBright, Charles, Sir
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The Story of the Atlantic Cable
Bright, Charles, Sir
Transatlantic cables
he was seriously contused. He had to be removed to the sick-bay,
making up the sick-list to forty-five, of which ten were from
injuries caused by the rolling of the ship, and very many of the
rest from continual fatigue and exposure during the gale. Once
round on the starboard tack, and it was seen in an instant that the
ship was in no degree relieved by the change. Another heavy sea
struck her forward, sweeping clean over the fore part of the vessel
and carrying away the woodwork and platforms which had been placed
there round the machinery for underrunning. This and a few more
plunges were quite sufficient to settle the matter, and at last,
reluctantly, Captain Preedy succumbed to the storm he could neither
conquer nor contend against. Full steam was got on, and with a
foresail and a fore-topsail to lift her head the Agamemnon ran
before the storm, rolling and tumbling over the huge waves at a
tremendous pace. It was well for all that the wind gave this much
way on her, or her stern would infallibly have been stove in. As it
was, a wave partly struck her on the starboard quarter, smashing
the quarter-galley and ward-room windows on that side, and sending
such a sea into the ward-room itself as to literally wash two
officers off a sofa on which they were resting on that side of the
ship. This was a kind of parting blow; for the glass began to rise,
and the storm was evidently beginning to moderate, and although the
sea still ran as high as ever there was less broken water, and
altogether, toward midday, affairs assumed a better and more
cheerful aspect. The ward-room that afternoon was a study for an
artist, with its windows halfdarkened and smashed, the sea-water
still slushing about in odd corners, with everything that was
capable of being broken strewn over the floor in pieces, and some
fifteen or twenty officers, seated amid the ruins, holding on to
the deck or table with one hand, while with the other they
contended at a disadvantage with a tough meal--the first which most
had eaten for twenty-four hours. Little sleep had been indulged in
though much "lolloping about." Those, however, who prepared
themselves for a night's rest in their berths rather than at the
ocean bottom, had great difficulty in finding their day-garments of
a morning. The boots especially went astray, and got so hopelessly
mixed that the man who could "show up" with both pairs of his own
was, indeed, a man to be congratulated.
But all things have an end, and this long gale--of over a week's
duration--at last blew itself out, and the weary ocean rocked
itself to rest.
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