Frontier and pioneer life -- West (U.S.); United States -- Territorial expansion; West (U.S.) -- History -- Sources
They knew that we were novices in this kind of boating, and waited to
see us go in. The second mate, however, who steered our boat,
determined to have the advantage of their experience, and would not go
in first. Finding, at length, how matters stood, they gave a shout,
and taking advantage of a great comber which came swelling in, rearing
its head, and lifting up the stern of our boat nearly perpendicular,
and again dropping it in the trough, they gave three or four long and
strong pulls, and went in on top of the great wave, throwing their
oars overboard, and as far from the boat as they could throw them, and
jumping out the instant that the boat touched the beach, and then
seizing hold of her and running her up high and dry upon the sand.
We saw, at once, how it was to be done, and also the necessity of
keeping the boat “stern on” to the sea; for the instant the sea should
strike upon her broad-side or quarter, she would be driven up
broad-side on, and capsized. We pulled strongly in, and as soon as we
felt that the sea had got hold of us and was carrying us in with the
speed of a race-horse, we threw the oars as far from the boat as we
could, and took hold of the gunwale, ready to spring out and seize her
when she struck, the officer using his utmost strength to keep her
stern on. We were shot up upon the beach like an arrow from a bow, and
seizing the boat, ran her up high and dry, and soon picked up our
oars, and stood by her, ready for the captain to come down.
Finding that the captain did not come immediately, we put our oars in
the boat, and leaving one to watch it, walked about the beach to see
what we could of the place. The beach is nearly a mile in length
between the two points, and of smooth sand. We had taken the only good
landing-place, which is in the middle; it being more stony toward the
ends. It is about twenty yards in width from high-water mark to a
slight bank at which the soil begins, and so hard that it is a
favorite place for running horses. It was growing dark, so that we
could just distinguish the dim outlines of the two vessels in the
offing; and the great seas were rolling in, in regular lines, growing
larger and larger as they approached the shore, and hanging over the
beach upon which they were to break, when their tops would curl over
and turn white with foam, and, beginning at one extreme of the line,
break rapidly to the other, as a long card-house falls when the
children knock down the cards at one end.
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