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Day
broke
and
found
me
wan-eyed
and
the
ocean
lashed
white
,
the
boat
pitching
,
almost
on
end
,
to
its
drag
.
We
were
in
imminent
danger
of
being
swamped
by
the
whitecaps
.
As
it
was
,
spray
and
spume
came
aboard
in
such
quantities
that
I
bailed
without
cessation
.
The
blankets
were
soaking
.
Everything
was
wet
except
Maud
,
and
she
,
in
oilskins
,
rubber
boots
,
and
sou
'
wester
,
was
dry
,
all
but
her
face
and
hands
and
a
stray
wisp
of
hair
.
She
relieved
me
at
the
bailing-hole
from
time
to
time
,
and
bravely
she
threw
out
the
water
and
faced
the
storm
.
All
things
are
relative
.
It
was
no
more
than
a
stiff
blow
,
but
to
us
,
fighting
for
life
in
our
frail
craft
,
it
was
indeed
a
storm
.
Cold
and
cheerless
,
the
wind
beating
on
our
faces
,
the
white
seas
roaring
by
,
we
struggled
through
the
day
.
Night
came
,
but
neither
of
us
slept
.
Day
came
,
and
still
the
wind
beat
on
our
faces
and
the
white
seas
roared
past
.
By
the
second
night
Maud
was
falling
asleep
from
exhaustion
.
I
covered
her
with
oilskins
and
a
tarpaulin
.
She
was
comparatively
dry
,
but
she
was
numb
with
the
cold
.
I
feared
greatly
that
she
might
die
in
the
night
;
but
day
broke
,
cold
and
cheerless
,
with
the
same
clouded
sky
and
beating
wind
and
roaring
seas
.
I
had
had
no
sleep
for
forty-eight
hours
.
I
was
wet
and
chilled
to
the
marrow
,
till
I
felt
more
dead
than
alive
.
My
body
was
stiff
from
exertion
as
well
as
from
cold
,
and
my
aching
muscles
gave
me
the
severest
torture
whenever
I
used
them
,
and
I
used
them
continually
.
And
all
the
time
we
were
being
driven
off
into
the
north-east
,
directly
away
from
Japan
and
toward
bleak
Bering
Sea
.
And
still
we
lived
,
and
the
boat
lived
,
and
the
wind
blew
unabated
.
In
fact
,
toward
nightfall
of
the
third
day
it
increased
a
trifle
and
something
more
.
The
boat
's
bow
plunged
under
a
crest
,
and
we
came
through
quarter-full
of
water
.
I
bailed
like
a
madman
.
The
liability
of
shipping
another
such
sea
was
enormously
increased
by
the
water
that
weighed
the
boat
down
and
robbed
it
of
its
buoyancy
.
And
another
such
sea
meant
the
end
.
When
I
had
the
boat
empty
again
I
was
forced
to
take
away
the
tarpaulin
which
covered
Maud
,
in
order
that
I
might
lash
it
down
across
the
bow
.
It
was
well
I
did
,
for
it
covered
the
boat
fully
a
third
of
the
way
aft
,
and
three
times
,
in
the
next
several
hours
,
it
flung
off
the
bulk
of
the
down-rushing
water
when
the
bow
shoved
under
the
seas
.
Maud
's
condition
was
pitiable
.
She
sat
crouched
in
the
bottom
of
the
boat
,
her
lips
blue
,
her
face
grey
and
plainly
showing
the
pain
she
suffered
.
But
ever
her
eyes
looked
bravely
at
me
,
and
ever
her
lips
uttered
brave
words
.
The
worst
of
the
storm
must
have
blown
that
night
,
though
little
I
noticed
it
.
I
had
succumbed
and
slept
where
I
sat
in
the
stern-sheets
.
The
morning
of
the
fourth
day
found
the
wind
diminished
to
a
gentle
whisper
,
the
sea
dying
down
and
the
sun
shining
upon
us
.
Oh
,
the
blessed
sun
!
How
we
bathed
our
poor
bodies
in
its
delicious
warmth
,
reviving
like
bugs
and
crawling
things
after
a
storm
.
We
smiled
again
,
said
amusing
things
,
and
waxed
optimistic
over
our
situation
.
Yet
it
was
,
if
anything
,
worse
than
ever
.
We
were
farther
from
Japan
than
the
night
we
left
the
Ghost
.
Nor
could
I
more
than
roughly
guess
our
latitude
and
longitude
.
At
a
calculation
of
a
two-mile
drift
per
hour
,
during
the
seventy
and
odd
hours
of
the
storm
,
we
had
been
driven
at
least
one
hundred
and
fifty
miles
to
the
north-east
.
But
was
such
calculated
drift
correct
?
For
all
I
knew
,
it
might
have
been
four
miles
per
hour
instead
of
two
.
In
which
case
we
were
another
hundred
and
fifty
miles
to
the
bad
.
Where
we
were
I
did
not
know
,
though
there
was
quite
a
likelihood
that
we
were
in
the
vicinity
of
the
Ghost
.
There
were
seals
about
us
,
and
I
was
prepared
to
sight
a
sealing-schooner
at
any
time
.
We
did
sight
one
,
in
the
afternoon
,
when
the
north-west
breeze
had
sprung
up
freshly
once
more
.
But
the
strange
schooner
lost
itself
on
the
sky-line
and
we
alone
occupied
the
circle
of
the
sea
.
Came
days
of
fog
,
when
even
Maud
's
spirit
drooped
and
there
were
no
merry
words
upon
her
lips
;
days
of
calm
,
when
we
floated
on
the
lonely
immensity
of
sea
,
oppressed
by
its
greatness
and
yet
marvelling
at
the
miracle
of
tiny
life
,
for
we
still
lived
and
struggled
to
live
;
days
of
sleet
and
wind
and
snow-squalls
,
when
nothing
could
keep
us
warm
;
or
days
of
drizzling
rain
,
when
we
filled
our
water-breakers
from
the
drip
of
the
wet
sail
.
