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I
recoiled
before
contemplation
of
that
frightful
death
,
and
for
a
moment
I
entertained
the
wild
idea
of
seizing
Maud
in
my
arms
and
leaping
overboard
.
Then
I
resolved
to
wait
,
and
at
the
last
moment
,
when
we
entered
on
the
final
stretch
,
to
take
her
in
my
arms
and
proclaim
my
love
,
and
,
with
her
in
my
embrace
,
to
make
the
desperate
struggle
and
die
.
Instinctively
we
drew
closer
together
in
the
bottom
of
the
boat
.
I
felt
her
mittened
hand
come
out
to
mine
.
And
thus
,
without
speech
,
we
waited
the
end
.
We
were
not
far
off
the
line
the
wind
made
with
the
western
edge
of
the
promontory
,
and
I
watched
in
the
hope
that
some
set
of
the
current
or
send
of
the
sea
would
drift
us
past
before
we
reached
the
surf
.
"
We
shall
go
clear
,
"
I
said
,
with
a
confidence
which
I
knew
deceived
neither
of
us
.
"
By
God
,
we
will
go
clear
!
"
I
cried
,
five
minutes
later
.
The
oath
left
my
lips
in
my
excitement
--
the
first
,
I
do
believe
,
in
my
life
,
unless
"
trouble
it
,
"
an
expletive
of
my
youth
,
be
accounted
an
oath
.
"
I
beg
your
pardon
,
"
I
said
.
"
You
have
convinced
me
of
your
sincerity
,
"
she
said
,
with
a
faint
smile
.
"
I
do
know
,
now
,
that
we
shall
go
clear
.
"
I
had
seen
a
distant
headland
past
the
extreme
edge
of
the
promontory
,
and
as
we
looked
we
could
see
grow
the
intervening
coastline
of
what
was
evidently
a
deep
cove
.
At
the
same
time
there
broke
upon
our
ears
a
continuous
and
mighty
bellowing
.
It
partook
of
the
magnitude
and
volume
of
distant
thunder
,
and
it
came
to
us
directly
from
leeward
,
rising
above
the
crash
of
the
surf
and
travelling
directly
in
the
teeth
of
the
storm
.
As
we
passed
the
point
the
whole
cove
burst
upon
our
view
,
a
half-moon
of
white
sandy
beach
upon
which
broke
a
huge
surf
,
and
which
was
covered
with
myriads
of
seals
.
It
was
from
them
that
the
great
bellowing
went
up
.
"
A
rookery
!
"
I
cried
.
"
Now
are
we
indeed
saved
.
There
must
be
men
and
cruisers
to
protect
them
from
the
seal-hunters
.
Possibly
there
is
a
station
ashore
.
"
But
as
I
studied
the
surf
which
beat
upon
the
beach
,
I
said
,
"
Still
bad
,
but
not
so
bad
.
And
now
,
if
the
gods
be
truly
kind
,
we
shall
drift
by
that
next
headland
and
come
upon
a
perfectly
sheltered
beach
,
where
we
may
land
without
wetting
our
feet
.
"
