Torrey's Narrative; or, The Life and Adventures of William TorreyTorrey, William
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Torrey's Narrative; or, The Life and Adventures of William Torrey
Torrey, William
Marquesas Islands (French Polynesia); Seafaring life
A squall suddenly arose, blowing our fore-top-mast studding
sails from the yards and braces, the fore-top-sail
was in an instant torn from the bolt rope, leaving only
a few fragments hanging to it.
At the time the squall arose all hands were at the
pumps, and six only could possibly be spared to secure
the sails that the wind had left hanging to the yards,
or to cut the fragments of those torn from the ropes,
clear. Being one of this number, I hastened to perform
the order. As I came up over the run, I saw a Russian
in the attitude of prayer. I stopped a moment, not
wishing to interfere with his devotion. Another of the
crew soon came up, and going up to the Russian while
yet upon his knees, gave him a hearty kick in the ribs!
at the same time advising him with oaths and imprecations,
to put off his praying until better weather, and
attend to the safety of the ship. We succeeded, though
at the peril of our lives, in securing the sails. Our condition
was now indeed wretched, seemingly the worst
that could be pictured.
The crew upon whom the management of our now
half water-logged ship devolved, were much worn with
fatigue and hunger, having nothing to eat save what
we took raw and wet, there being no place to cook anything,
as the water which constantly swept over the
deck, rendered our attempts to build and support a fire
fruitless. Consequently we ate raw pork and beef, with
bread which had been completely wet through with salt
water.
To add to our almost insupportable suffering, the
deck, by the constant straining and tossing of the ship,[228]
leaked so badly that every article of clothing, bed and
bedding, were completely drenched, so that we were
not only destitute of an occasional dry suit, but were
deprived of a dry and comfortable place in which to
rest ourselves, when for a moment we could in turns be
spared from the arduous duties of our situation.
In giving a just and accurate description of this, as
well as every other storm at sea, the pen entirely fails.
There can be no just conception of it, but by having it
vividly impressed upon the mind, by keen, sensitive
reality.
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