The Three LieutenantsKingston, William Henry Giles
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The Three Lieutenants
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Officers -- Juvenile fiction; Sea stories
"There are more leaks than one, sir, through which the water is rushing
in like a mill-sluice; and it's more than man can do to stop them from
within-board," he said, coming aft to the commander. "You'll pardon me,
sir, but it's my duty to say that unless we heave the guns overboard,
with everything else to lighten the ship, and can get a thrummed sail
under her bottom, she'll founder before the world is many minutes
older."
"Very well, Mr Auger, I'll consider what you say," answered Commander
Babbicome; who, though obstinate and irritable under ordinary
circumstances, was cool enough in moments of danger. Murray, who had
been below, confirmed the carpenter's report. The boatswain was ordered
to get a sail up and prepare it as proposed, while the drummer beat to
quarters. Gladly would the crew have mustered had it been to meet an
enemy, but it was to perform a task the most painful of all to a
man-of-war's man, and one of no small danger.
"Heave the guns overboard!" shouted the commander. "Watch the right
time now."
As the dismasted ship rolled in the foaming seas raging around her,
first the guns on one side were allowed to slip through the ports, then
those on the other went plunging into the deep. The anchors were next
cut away from the bows, and now the attempt was made to get the thrummed
sail under the ship's bottom. It seemed well-nigh hopeless, with the
ship rolling and the heavy seas breaking over her. Murray and the other
officers laboured as hard as any one, setting an example, by their
energy and courage, to the men dispirited by the loss of so many of
their shipmates. Two hawsers were at length got under the ship's
bottom, when the sail filled with oakum was hauled over the part where
the worst leaks were supposed to exist. Still the water rushed in. The
efforts of the hands at the pumps were redoubled, and anxious eyes were
turned towards the frigate, which could still be dimly seen to leeward,
but too far off to render them any assistance should the sea overcome
all their efforts, and carry the ship to the bottom. That this would be
her fate before long seemed too probable; the bulwarks in many places
had been crushed in--the boats stove or carried away, scarcely a spare
spar remained--everything on deck had been swept off it; indeed, it
seemed a wonder that she should still be afloat.
A short jury-mast was got up, fixed to the stump of the fore-mast, and a
spare royal was bent to a yard and hoisted in the hopes of getting the
ship before the wind; but scarcely had the sail been sheeted home,
before it had produced the slightest effect, than away went the canvas,
mast, and spar to leeward. A second attempt to set a sail was made with
similar want of success, and now not an available spar remained on which
another could be hoisted.
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