The wanderings and fortunes of some German emigrants — John Shaqi
The wanderings and fortunes of some German emigrantsGerstäcker, Friedrich
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The wanderings and fortunes of some German emigrants
Gerstäcker, Friedrich
Germany -- Emigration and immigration -- Fiction; Immigrants -- Fiction
His wish seemed on the point of being fulfilled, for the fish,
approaching the first sabot, described a circle round it, and all
expected the immediate disappearance of the same, when a fearful
cry--such a cry as can only issue from the breast of a terrified
mother--was heard from the midst of the crowd which had pressed, full of
curiosity, to the bulwarks, and in the same moment, a heavy body fell on
the smooth surface of the waters, and sank beneath it.
"My child! my child!" cried the woman, in the very act of throwing
herself after the helpless being, which now re-appeared on the surface,
struggling and gurgling. But those who surrounded her held her back, and
gazed, in apprehension of the worst, at the swiftly-approaching shark,
which now shot forward like an arrow, its attention being aroused by the
splash of the object in the water.
Both the daughters of Pastor Hehrmann had witnessed the child's fall;
and the eldest of them, in a voice almost choked by terror, cried,
"Help! help! for God's sake!" "Launch the boat!" cried the Captain. But
there was some delay. A few seconds more must decide the fate of the
child--for the shark was scarcely ten yards distant from him, and
already seemed to scent its prey. It was then that the young man in the
cross-trees glided down a rope with the activity of a sailor, and before
any one could guess his purpose, or hinder him, sprang into the crystal
flood beneath, right before the very jaws of the fish, and coming to the
surface again, seized the child, which had just reappeared for the third
time.
A cry of admiration at this desperate boldness arose from sailors as
well as passengers; but the shark, frightened by the loud dash, and
rendered uneasy by the cries and noise on board the ship, drew back from
the booty he had almost reached, and careered around the brave swimmer
in narrow circles.
"Strike with your hands--splash--kick--make as much noise as you can!"
cried the seamen with one accord. But the Captain had caught up a rope,
and threw it to the young man, who, holding the child in his left arm,
seized the rope with the right one, and held himself afloat by it, while
he kicked out with all his force, and splashed the water far around
him.
"Sling the rope round your elbow," called the Captain, "and we can haul
you up." The young man did so; but all his bold and generous sacrifice
seemed in vain, for the shark, who by this time had found that there was
no danger to be apprehended from this quarter, shot forward once more.
The sailors, indeed, hauled the rope with their utmost strength and
goodwill, but their help seemed to come too late; for the monster was
but a few feet off from him, and was just about to turn on its back, to
snap at the body of the unhappy man, when--in that very moment--when
every one in breathless and fearful dread awaited to see the worst--a
heavy piece of meat fell into the sea, close to the open fangs of the
shark, and was swallowed by him as quick as lightning.
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