The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 12, No. 323, July 19, 1828 by Various
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page 40 of 54 (74%)
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It was now midnight, deep, awful midnight; the few remaining
passengers had left the deck and retreated into a bed which they shared in common with the salt water. The Captain stood, like one bewildered, beside the helm, while I lay stretched along the forecastle, watching, as well as I could, the tremendous rushing of the waves. It was during a partial hush of the storm, when the wind, as if out of breath, was still, that a shifting light attached to some moving body, came bearing down full upon us. "This is an ugly night, sir," said the Captain, who now, for the first time, found words, "yet methinks I see a sail a-head." "Surely not," I replied, "no earthly vessel but our own can live on such a sea." Scarcely had the words escaped me, when "helm a lee!" was roared out in a loud emphatic tone, something between rage and fright. The captain strove to turn his helm, but in vain, the rudder had lost all power. At this instant, a rushing sound swept past us, and the two ships came in direct contact with each other. The crash was tremendous: down with a dizzy spinning motion went the strange vessel; one yell--but one shrill piercing yell, which is ever sounding in my ears, ensued--a pause, and all was over. My heart died within me at that cry; an icy shudder crept through me, every hair of my head seemed endowed with separate vitality. To go down into the tomb--and such a tomb!--unwept, unknown, the very lights from the English coast still discernible in distance, yet not a friend to hold forth aid; the idea was inexpressibly awful. Just |
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