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I
came
to
myself
in
darkness
,
in
great
pain
,
bound
hand
and
foot
,
and
deafened
by
many
unfamiliar
noises
.
There
sounded
in
my
ears
a
roaring
of
water
as
of
a
huge
mill-dam
,
the
thrashing
of
heavy
sprays
,
the
thundering
of
the
sails
,
and
the
shrill
cries
of
seamen
.
The
whole
world
now
heaved
giddily
up
,
and
now
rushed
giddily
downward
;
and
so
sick
and
hurt
was
I
in
body
,
and
my
mind
so
much
confounded
,
that
it
took
me
a
long
while
,
chasing
my
thoughts
up
and
down
,
and
ever
stunned
again
by
a
fresh
stab
of
pain
,
to
realise
that
I
must
be
lying
somewhere
bound
in
the
belly
of
that
unlucky
ship
,
and
that
the
wind
must
have
strengthened
to
a
gale
.
With
the
clear
perception
of
my
plight
,
there
fell
upon
me
a
blackness
of
despair
,
a
horror
of
remorse
at
my
own
folly
,
and
a
passion
of
anger
at
my
uncle
,
that
once
more
bereft
me
of
my
senses
.
When
I
returned
again
to
life
,
the
same
uproar
,
the
same
confused
and
violent
movements
,
shook
and
deafened
me
;
and
presently
,
to
my
other
pains
and
distresses
,
there
was
added
the
sickness
of
an
unused
landsman
on
the
sea
.
In
that
time
of
my
adventurous
youth
,
I
suffered
many
hardships
;
but
none
that
was
so
crushing
to
my
mind
and
body
,
or
lit
by
so
few
hopes
,
as
these
first
hours
aboard
the
brig.
I
heard
a
gun
fire
,
and
supposed
the
storm
had
proved
too
strong
for
us
,
and
we
were
firing
signals
of
distress
.
The
thought
of
deliverance
,
even
by
death
in
the
deep
sea
,
was
welcome
to
me
.
Yet
it
was
no
such
matter
;
but
(
as
I
was
afterwards
told
)
a
common
habit
of
the
captain
's
,
which
I
here
set
down
to
show
that
even
the
worst
man
may
have
his
kindlier
side
.
We
were
then
passing
,
it
appeared
,
within
some
miles
of
Dysart
,
where
the
brig
was
built
,
and
where
old
Mrs.
Hoseason
,
the
captain
's
mother
,
had
come
some
years
before
to
live
;
and
whether
outward
or
inward
bound
,
the
Covenant
was
never
suffered
to
go
by
that
place
by
day
,
without
a
gun
fired
and
colours
shown
.
I
had
no
measure
of
time
;
day
and
night
were
alike
in
that
ill-smelling
cavern
of
the
ship
's
bowels
where
I
lay
;
and
the
misery
of
my
situation
drew
out
the
hours
to
double
.
How
long
,
therefore
,
I
lay
waiting
to
hear
the
ship
split
upon
some
rock
,
or
to
feel
her
reel
head
foremost
into
the
depths
of
the
sea
,
I
have
not
the
means
of
computation
.
But
sleep
at
length
stole
from
me
the
consciousness
of
sorrow
.
I
was
awakened
by
the
light
of
a
hand-lantern
shining
in
my
face
.
A
small
man
of
about
thirty
,
with
green
eyes
and
a
tangle
of
fair
hair
,
stood
looking
down
at
me
.
"
Well
,
"
said
he
,
"
how
goes
it
?
"
I
answered
by
a
sob
;
and
my
visitor
then
felt
my
pulse
and
temples
,
and
set
himself
to
wash
and
dress
the
wound
upon
my
scalp
.
"
Ay
,
"
said
he
,
"
a
sore
dunt
.
What
,
man
?
Cheer
up
!
The
world
's
no
done
;
you
've
made
a
bad
start
of
it
but
you
'll
make
a
better
.
Have
you
had
any
meat
?
"
I
said
I
could
not
look
at
it
:
and
thereupon
he
gave
me
some
brandy
and
water
in
a
tin
pannikin
,
and
left
me
once
more
to
myself
.
