The Voyages of the "Ranger" and "Crusader": And what befell their Passengers and Crews.Kingston, William Henry Giles
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The Voyages of the "Ranger" and "Crusader": And what befell their Passengers and Crews.
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
Charles laughed. "I must not disappoint you, then, Mrs Clagget," he
said. "But were I to give you more than the outline of my adventures, I
should have to spin you too long a yarn; so you must excuse me if I
somewhat curtail my story. Soon after we shoved off from the ship, we
saw the lifebuoy, and Tom Bowline, the man who had fallen overboard,
clinging to it, and driving away to leeward. We followed, and not
without difficulty got him at last on board. We then attempted to
secure the buoy, and while so doing, a heavy sea broke over us, and
nearly swamped the boat. She had, we found, so slight a hold of the
water that she drifted away even faster than the lifebuoy. One of the
oars had been broken, and another was carried away while we were trying
to haul in the lifebuoy. We thus in vain attempted to pull back to the
ship, and found ourselves every instant increasing our distance from
her. Sometimes, as we sank into the trough of the sea, she was hidden
from our sight, and we knew, consequently, that we could not be seen
from her deck; besides this, from the colour of the boat, when we were
on the crest of the sea, we were well aware that she could scarcely be
distinguished from the foaming water around. At length we saw the yards
swung round, and then we knew that we must have been given up for lost.
To reach her was impossible. You may fancy, my dear sisters, how
acutely I felt for you, knowing the grief my supposed loss must cause
you. That, indeed, was the hardest thing to bear. Our hopes revived
when we saw the ship wear round, and stand back again nearly across the
spot where Tom had fallen overboard; but she kept too far to windward.
Though we could not row with any effect, we determined to try and sail.
Happily, Jack Ivyleaf and Tom Loftus had in the morning been reclining
at their ease in the boat to smoke their cigars, and, to make themselves
comfortable, had thrown in some rugs and blankets. With these we
devised some sails, the broken oar was fitted as a bowsprit, and two
other oars were stepped as masts. Some of the emigrants had,
fortunately for us, also left a child's mattress in the boat. This,
split open, formed a jib and fore-staysail We had a coil of rope, with
which we fitted the stays and sheets. Our sails answered better than we
expected; but we found that we could not lie sufficiently close to the
wind to get up to the ship. Our disappointment was great when we saw
her again standing on her course. Night was approaching, and we were by
this time some five miles away; still, while the light lasted, we could
clearly trace the rise and fall of her bowsprit with the swell of the
sea. Bill Windy, however, did his best to keep up our spirits. `Never
fear, lads,' he exclaimed, `we are slipping along at a good rate through
the water, and we shall not be so very far astern of the old ship after
all; perhaps at daylight, when the sea goes down, as it is doing fast,
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