Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 07
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 07
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
soon as it was given by our benefactors, numbers loathed it, and could
not swallow the morsel. I thought, upon receiving my portion, it was
cruel mockery of our wants to give so little. My desires were all for
food, food; yet, when I put the first bit into my mouth, a sickness came
over me--my stomach refused to receive it. Thus I sat with what my soul
longed for in my hand, yet unable to enjoy it, conscious that my
existence depended upon it; yet it was by several violent efforts I
succeeded in swallowing it. Soon after I fell sound asleep. All were not
affected in the same manner. Some devoured their allowance and pleaded
for more, which was, for a space, refused, until it was thought safe to
gratify the calls of hunger with more solid food. In about four hours I
awoke from my sleep, with the most intense craving for food, much more
so than I had felt during the famine. Captain H---- I found still asleep
in his berth, to which he had retired. Ten of the crew of the Portuguese
vessel were at our pumps and in charge of the vessel; for our own crew
were incapable of any exertion. All energy seemed to have forsaken us,
now that help had been so mercifully bestowed upon us. Gradually the
allowance of food was increased to us, and next morning our vigour began
gradually to return. Fortunately the weather was very fine. Our
deliverers lay close to us during the night; their boats had been
passing between the vessels with all they could spare to supply our
wants, and their own men cheerfully undertook the task we ourselves were
incapable of. Having done all for us they could, even assisting to refit
and search for the leak, on the evening of the second day they bade us
farewell, and proceeded on their voyage, amply rewarded for their
kindness. The Portuguese captain made, at parting, a present to Captain
H---- of six bottles of wine and some other necessaries; for he was now
confined to his berth, the privations he had so long endured having made
him very feverish and unwell.
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