The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3Poe, Edgar Allan
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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3
Poe, Edgar Allan
American fiction -- 19th century; Fantasy fiction; Horror tales, American
At sunrise we were preparing to renew our attempts at getting up
something from the storeroom, when, a smart shower coming on,
with some lightning, we turn our attention to the catching of
water by means of the sheet we had used before for this purpose.
We had no other means of collecting the rain than by holding the
sheet spread out with one of the forechain-plates in the middle
of it. The water, thus conducted to the centre, was drained
through into our jug. We had nearly filled it in this manner,
when, a heavy squall coming on from the northward, obliged us to
desist, as the hulk began once more to roll so violently that we
could no longer keep our feet. We now went forward, and, lashing
ourselves securely to the remnant of the windlass as before,
awaited the event with far more calmness than could have been
anticipated or would have been imagined possible under the
circumstances. At noon the wind had freshened into a two-reef
breeze, and by night into a stiff gale, accompanied with a
tremendously heavy swell. Experience having taught us, however,
the best method of arranging our lashings, we weathered this
dreary night in tolerable security, although thoroughly drenched
at almost every instant by the sea, and in momentary dread of
being washed off. Fortunately, the weather was so warm as to
render the water rather grateful than otherwise.
July 25. This morning the gale had diminished to a mere ten-knot
breeze, and the sea had gone down with it so considerably that we
were able to keep ourselves dry upon the deck. To our great
grief, however, we found that two jars of our olives, as well as
the whole of our ham, had been washed overboard, in spite of the
careful manner in which they had been fastened. We determined not
to kill the tortoise as yet, and contented ourselves for the
present with a breakfast on a few of the olives, and a measure of
water each, which latter we mixed half and half, with wine,
finding great relief and strength from the mixture, without the
distressing intoxication which had ensued upon drinking the port.
The sea was still far too rough for the renewal of our efforts at
getting up provision from the storeroom. Several articles, of no
importance to us in our present situation, floated up through the
opening during the day, and were immediately washed overboard. We
also now observed that the hulk lay more along than ever, so that
we could not stand an instant without lashing ourselves. On this
account we passed a gloomy and uncomfortable day. At noon the sun
appeared to be nearly vertical, and we had no doubt that we had
been driven down by the long succession of northward and
northwesterly winds into the near vicinity of the equator. Toward
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