The Wanderings of Persiles and Sigismunda: A Northern StoryCervantes Saavedra, Miguel de
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The Wanderings of Persiles and Sigismunda: A Northern Story
Cervantes Saavedra, Miguel de
Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Voyages and travels -- Fiction
"Slumber had begun to take possession of the senses of my companions,
and I began to question the one who was keeping watch with me, upon
many matters important to mariners, and needful for them to know, when
it suddenly began to rain, not in drops, but as if whole clouds were at
once emptying their contents upon our ship, so that it appeared as if
the sea had risen into the sky, and from thence was overflowing upon
our vessel. All awoke in great perturbation, and looking about on every
side, saw a clear unclouded sky, and no signs of storm or tempest,
a thing which struck every one with awe and dread: whilst they were
gazing around, the man who had been with me, said, 'I have no doubt but
that this rain proceeds from the nostrils of those monstrous fishes
which are called wreckers, and if it be so, then are we in the greatest
peril, and it will be necessary for us to discharge all our guns, for
the noise will sometimes terrify them.' As he spoke, we saw the neck
and head of a terrible serpent rise[I] and enter the ship: it seized,
and instantly swallowed at a mouthful, one of our seamen before our
eyes. 'Yes, they are 'Wreckers',' cried our pilot; 'we must make haste
to fire, no matter with or without shot, for it is from the noise alone
we can hope for help against these monsters.'
"Our men were flying in confusion to hide themselves, none dared stand
up, lest they should become the prey of these horrible enemies; but
at this some flew to the guns, some shouted aloud, and others turned
to the pumps to get rid of the water, which overflowed our deck. We
set every sail, and fled as though we were escaping from a whole fleet
of enemies; our present extreme danger was the greatest, in that it
was one we had never yet seen or even heard of. The next day we found
ourselves about dusk on the shore of an island unknown to any of us,
and with the intention of watering here, we resolved to stay till the
following morning close to the land; we, therefore, took down the sails
and anchored, having done which, we resigned our weary bodies to sleep,
which we greatly needed: sweet and grateful were our slumbers.
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