"We must be prepared for the worst," observed Alick Murray. "Rogers,
Adair, has it ever struck you that we maybe summoned at any moment to
stand in the presence of the Judge of all men? What shall we have to
say for ourselves? The thought should not make us cowards, but we
should not drive it away--I know that."
While Murray was speaking there was a terrific report. The foresail was
blown out of the bolt-ropes. At the same moment a more than usually
bright flash of lightning, which darted across the whole northern sky,
revealed the frowning rocks of the coast under their lee. "Prepare to
anchor ship!" cried the captain. It was a last resource. The remaining
canvas was furled. The best bower was let go; the topmasts were struck;
and it was hoped that the ship might hold on till the gale abated. No
one went below. This work performed, all hands returned to their
stations. Once more the gale came down on them with increased fury.
The ship plunged into the foaming seas which rolled up around her. The
best bower parted. Another anchor was let go, and the full length of
the cable veered out. An hour more passed by in anxious suspense;
death, in its most ferocious aspect, threatening all on board. The
cable parted. The sheet anchor was let go, and alone now kept the brig
from destruction. Still the gale did not abate. The night wore on.
The officers forward reported that the ship was dragging the anchor--her
last hope of safety.
"It must be done," said the captain with a sigh, to the first
lieutenant. "Order the carpenter to cut away the foremast."
The carpenter and his crew were prepared for what they had suspected was
inevitable. Their axes gleamed as the lightning flashed vividly around
them. The crew stood by to cut away the rigging with axes and knives.
Down came the mast with crash to port, and floated quickly by towards
the shore. The next few minutes were passed with intense anxiety by
every one on board.
"Does she hold on, Mr Gale?" the captain asked of the first lieutenant.
"She still drags, sir," was the ominous reply.
"The other masts must go," cried the captain.
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