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
"For two months we continued cruising about these seas without meeting
with any adventure of importance; but we purged them from more than
seventy pirate ships, and appropriated the spoil, filling our vessel
with immense wealth, which greatly delighted my companions, and they
did not regret having exchanged the trade of fishermen for that of
pirates, for they were only robbers of the robber, and stole nothing
but what was stolen before.
"It happened that the wind blew so obstinately from one quarter, that
without slackening sail or altering our course, it drove us forward
in such a manner, that for more than a month we sailed on in the same
direction, insomuch that my pilot, taking the altitude of the pole,
and measuring the knots we made in an hour, and calculating the number
of days we had been sailing thus, found that we had gone four hundred
leagues, more or less. Again our pilot took his observations, and
found that we were on the coast of Norway; then raising his voice in
sorrowful accents, he cried, 'Unhappy that we are, if the wind does not
change shortly, our lives will be ended here, for we are in the icy
sea; I say we are in the frozen ocean, and if the frost comes here,
we shall remain, petrified, and fast in these waters.' He had hardly
spoken, when we felt that the ship's sides and keel were knocking
against moving rocks, as it seemed, by which we guessed that the sea
was beginning to freeze, and these ice mountains thus formed underneath
obstruct the vessel's course. We lowered the sails at once, lest they
should be torn by touching them, and all that day and night the water
froze and pressed around us, so that it held us fast enclosed, like a
stone that is set in a ring; and now all at once the frost began to
benumb our bodies, and sadden our spirits, till fear took possession
of us, and we, seeing the imminent peril of our situation, could only
look forward to our lives lasting for just as many days as we had food
in the ship to sustain them. From this moment we put ourselves on an
allowance, and the measure appointed for each was so small that we soon
began to feel the pangs of hunger. We looked around on every side, but
met with nothing that could afford the slightest hope, unless it might
be a dark bulky object, which appeared to us about seven or eight
miles distant. But this we supposed likely to be some other vessel,
which the ice held imprisoned like our own.
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