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
We had great difficulty in getting the animal up through the
opening, as its struggles were fierce and its strength
prodigious. It was upon the point of making its escape from
Peter’s grasp, and slipping back into the water, when Augustus,
throwing a rope with a slipknot around its throat, held it up in
this manner until I jumped into the hole by the side of Peters,
and assisted him in lifting it out.
The water we drew carefully from the bag into the jug; which, it
will be remembered, had been brought up before from the cabin.
Having done this, we broke off the neck of a bottle so as to
form, with the cork, a kind of glass, holding not quite half a
gill. We then each drank one of these measures full, and resolved
to limit ourselves to this quantity per day as long as it should
hold out.
During the last two or three days, the weather having been dry
and pleasant, the bedding we had obtained from the cabin, as well
as our clothing, had become thoroughly dry, so that we passed
this night (that of the twenty-third) in comparative comfort,
enjoying a tranquil repose, after having supped plentifully on
olives and ham, with a small allowance of the wine. Being afraid
of losing some of our stores overboard during the night, in the
event of a breeze springing up, we secured them as well as
possible with cordage to the fragments of the windlass. Our
tortoise, which we were anxious to preserve alive as long as we
could, we threw on its back, and otherwise carefully fastened.
CHAPTER 13
July 24. This morning saw us wonderfully recruited in spirits and
strength. Notwithstanding the perilous situation in which we were
still placed, ignorant of our position, although certainly at a
great distance from land, without more food than would last us
for a fortnight even with great care, almost entirely without
water, and floating about at the mercy of every wind and wave on
the merest wreck in the world, still the infinitely more terrible
distresses and dangers from which we had so lately and so
providentially been delivered caused us to regard what we now
endured as but little more than an ordinary evil—so strictly
comparative is either good or ill.
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