Travels to Discover the Source of the Nile, Volume 1 (of 5): In the years 1768, 1769, 1770, 1771, 1772 and 1773Bruce, James
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Travels to Discover the Source of the Nile, Volume 1 (of 5): In the years 1768, 1769, 1770, 1771, 1772 and 1773
Bruce, James
Egypt -- Description and travel; Ethiopia -- Description and travel; Ethiopia -- History; Natural history -- Ethiopia; Nile River
We were not twice the length of the boat from the vessel before a wave
very nearly filled the boat. A howl of despair from those that were
in her shewed their helpless state, and that they were conscious of a
danger they could not shun. I saw the fate of all was to be decided
by the very next wave that was rolling in; and apprehensive that some
woman, child, or helpless man would lay hold of me, and entangle my
arms or legs and weigh me down, I cried to my servants, both in Arabic
and English, We are all lost; if you can swim, follow me; I then let
myself down in the face of the wave. Whether that, or the next, filled
the boat, I know not, as I went to leeward to make my distance as great
as possible. I was a good, strong, and practised swimmer, in the flower
of life, full of health, trained to exercise and fatigue of every kind.
All this, however, which might have availed much in deep water, was
not sufficient when I came to the surf. I received a violent blow upon
my breast from the eddy wave and reflux, which seemed as given me by a
large branch of a tree, thick cord, or some elastic weapon. It threw me
upon my back, made me swallow a considerable quantity of water, and had
then almost suffocated me.
I avoided the next wave, by dipping my head and letting it pass over,
but found myself breathless, exceedingly weary and exhausted. The
land, however, was before me, and close at hand. A large wave floated
me up. I had the prospect of escape still nearer, and endeavoured to
prevent myself from going back into the surf. My heart was strong, but
strength was apparently failing, by being involuntarily twisted about,
and struck on the face and breast by the violence of the ebbing wave:
it now seemed as if nothing remained but to give up the struggle, and
resign to my destiny. Before I did this I sunk to sound if I could
touch the ground, and found that I reached the sand with my feet,
though the water was still rather deeper than my mouth. The success of
this experiment infused into me the strength of ten men, and I strove
manfully, taking advantage of floating only with the influx of the
wave, and preserving my strength for the struggle against the ebb,
which, by sinking and touching the ground, I now made more easy. At
last, finding my hands and knees upon the sands, I fixed my nails into
it, and obstinately resisted being carried back at all, crawling a few
feet when the sea had retired. I had perfectly lost my recollection
and understanding, and after creeping so far as to be out of the reach
of the sea, I suppose I fainted, for from that time I was totally
insensible of any thing that passed around me.
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