Tough yarns, vol. 2 (of 2) : $b A series of naval tales and sketches to please all hands, from the swabs on the shoulders down to the swabs in the headBarker, M. H. (Matthew Henry)
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Tough yarns, vol. 2 (of 2) : $b A series of naval tales and sketches to please all hands, from the swabs on the shoulders down to the swabs in the head
Barker, M. H. (Matthew Henry)
Sea stories, English; Seafaring life -- Fiction
It was about ten o’clock, when the crew of the smack thought that
amidst the roaring of the storm they could distinguish the reports
of signal-guns at a distance, and every ear was anxiously inclined
to discover the quarter whence the sounds proceeded. At length they
became more distinct, and it was soon ascertained that the vessel must
be nearing them. The fog was still thick and gloomy, yet occasionally
there were intervals of partial clearness; and it was during one of
these breaks that a ship was descried drifting at the mercy of the wind
and waves, for it was evident, from the wild course she was pursuing,
that all management was lost. Her foremast, bowsprit, and main top-mast
were gone; and having nothing aloft to steady her, the billows beat
against her sides and dashed raging over her. The smack showed a light,
which was immediately answered, and two guns fired to acknowledge the
near approach of succour.
“That ship has lost her rudder as well as her masts,” exclaimed the
old man; “she has struck somewhere; and now my lads, to render them
assistance!”
“Oh, if we should get her safe into Mount’s Bay, grandfather,” said
James, “and a good salvage[5] awarded, what would mother say to us
then? I should not mind the loss of the nets.”
“Let us save their lives,” said Ned, “at all events; and if we can save
the ship too, so much the better.”
In the course of another hour the smack was hailing the ship, and
found that her rudder had been knocked away upon the rocks at the same
time that the masts and bowsprit had fallen with the shock. She had
also sprung a leak under the bows, and the pumps could barely keep her
free. As, however, no immediate danger was apprehended, the smack kept
near the shattered vessel until daylight, when the father of the youth
contrived to get on board, by running close alongside and catching a
rope with a noose at the end, which he passed securely round his body
and was hauled through the water by the ship’s crew. The smack then
dropped astern with a stout rope, and by her judicious movements acted
as a rudder to the large vessel, which was got before the wind for
the Bristol Channel; but the towrope parted soon after, and the gale
increased to a downright hurricane.
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