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They
were
making
out
to
me
,
in
an
agitated
way
—
I
don
’
t
know
how
,
for
the
little
I
could
hear
I
was
scarcely
composed
enough
to
understand
—
that
the
lifeboat
had
been
bravely
manned
an
hour
ago
,
and
could
do
nothing
;
and
that
as
no
man
would
be
so
desperate
as
to
attempt
to
wade
off
with
a
rope
,
and
establish
a
communication
with
the
shore
,
there
was
nothing
left
to
try
;
when
I
noticed
that
some
new
sensation
moved
the
people
on
the
beach
,
and
saw
them
part
,
and
Ham
come
breaking
through
them
to
the
front
.
I
ran
to
him
—
as
well
as
I
know
,
to
repeat
my
appeal
for
help
.
But
,
distracted
though
I
was
,
by
a
sight
so
new
to
me
and
terrible
,
the
determination
in
his
face
,
and
his
look
out
to
sea
—
exactly
the
same
look
as
I
remembered
in
connexion
with
the
morning
after
Emily
’
s
flight
—
awoke
me
to
a
knowledge
of
his
danger
.
I
held
him
back
with
both
arms
;
and
implored
the
men
with
whom
I
had
been
speaking
,
not
to
listen
to
him
,
not
to
do
murder
,
not
to
let
him
stir
from
off
that
sand
!
Another
cry
arose
on
shore
;
and
looking
to
the
wreck
,
we
saw
the
cruel
sail
,
with
blow
on
blow
,
beat
off
the
lower
of
the
two
men
,
and
fly
up
in
triumph
round
the
active
figure
left
alone
upon
the
mast
.
Against
such
a
sight
,
and
against
such
determination
as
that
of
the
calmly
desperate
man
who
was
already
accustomed
to
lead
half
the
people
present
,
I
might
as
hopefully
have
entreated
the
wind
.
‘
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
’
he
said
,
cheerily
grasping
me
by
both
hands
,
‘
if
my
time
is
come
,
’
tis
come
.
If
‘
tan
’
t
,
I
’
ll
bide
it
.
Lord
above
bless
you
,
and
bless
all
!
Mates
,
make
me
ready
!
I
’
m
a
-
going
off
!
’
I
was
swept
away
,
but
not
unkindly
,
to
some
distance
,
where
the
people
around
me
made
me
stay
;
urging
,
as
I
confusedly
perceived
,
that
he
was
bent
on
going
,
with
help
or
without
,
and
that
I
should
endanger
the
precautions
for
his
safety
by
troubling
those
with
whom
they
rested
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
I
answered
,
or
what
they
rejoined
;
but
I
saw
hurry
on
the
beach
,
and
men
running
with
ropes
from
a
capstan
that
was
there
,
and
penetrating
into
a
circle
of
figures
that
hid
him
from
me
.
Then
,
I
saw
him
standing
alone
,
in
a
seaman
’
s
frock
and
trousers
:
a
rope
in
his
hand
,
or
slung
to
his
wrist
:
another
round
his
body
:
and
several
of
the
best
men
holding
,
at
a
little
distance
,
to
the
latter
,
which
he
laid
out
himself
,
slack
upon
the
shore
,
at
his
feet
.
The
wreck
,
even
to
my
unpractised
eye
,
was
breaking
up
.
I
saw
that
she
was
parting
in
the
middle
,
and
that
the
life
of
the
solitary
man
upon
the
mast
hung
by
a
thread
.
Still
,
he
clung
to
it
.
He
had
a
singular
red
cap
on
,
—
not
like
a
sailor
’
s
cap
,
but
of
a
finer
colour
;
and
as
the
few
yielding
planks
between
him
and
destruction
rolled
and
bulged
,
and
his
anticipative
death
-
knell
rung
,
he
was
seen
by
all
of
us
to
wave
it
.
I
saw
him
do
it
now
,
and
thought
I
was
going
distracted
,
when
his
action
brought
an
old
remembrance
to
my
mind
of
a
once
dear
friend
.
Ham
watched
the
sea
,
standing
alone
,
with
the
silence
of
suspended
breath
behind
him
,
and
the
storm
before
,
until
there
was
a
great
retiring
wave
,
when
,
with
a
backward
glance
at
those
who
held
the
rope
which
was
made
fast
round
his
body
,
he
dashed
in
after
it
,
and
in
a
moment
was
buffeting
with
the
water
;
rising
with
the
hills
,
falling
with
the
valleys
,
lost
beneath
the
foam
;
then
drawn
again
to
land
.
They
hauled
in
hastily
.
He
was
hurt
.
I
saw
blood
on
his
face
,
from
where
I
stood
;
but
he
took
no
thought
of
that
.
He
seemed
hurriedly
to
give
them
some
directions
for
leaving
him
more
free
—
or
so
I
judged
from
the
motion
of
his
arm
—
and
was
gone
as
before
.
And
now
he
made
for
the
wreck
,
rising
with
the
hills
,
falling
with
the
valleys
,
lost
beneath
the
rugged
foam
,
borne
in
towards
the
shore
,
borne
on
towards
the
ship
,
striving
hard
and
valiantly
.
The
distance
was
nothing
,
but
the
power
of
the
sea
and
wind
made
the
strife
deadly
.
At
length
he
neared
the
wreck
.
He
was
so
near
,
that
with
one
more
of
his
vigorous
strokes
he
would
be
clinging
to
it
,
—
when
a
high
,
green
,
vast
hill
-
side
of
water
,
moving
on
shoreward
,
from
beyond
the
ship
,
he
seemed
to
leap
up
into
it
with
a
mighty
bound
,
and
the
ship
was
gone
!
