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Sometimes
the
swell
broke
clean
over
us
;
sometimes
it
only
ground
the
poor
brig
upon
the
reef
,
so
that
we
could
hear
her
beat
herself
to
pieces
;
and
what
with
the
great
noise
of
the
sails
,
and
the
singing
of
the
wind
,
and
the
flying
of
the
spray
in
the
moonlight
,
and
the
sense
of
danger
,
I
think
my
head
must
have
been
partly
turned
,
for
I
could
scarcely
understand
the
things
I
saw
.
Presently
I
observed
Mr.
Riach
and
the
seamen
busy
round
the
skiff
,
and
,
still
in
the
same
blank
,
ran
over
to
assist
them
;
and
as
soon
as
I
set
my
hand
to
work
,
my
mind
came
clear
again
.
It
was
no
very
easy
task
,
for
the
skiff
lay
amidships
and
was
full
of
hamper
,
and
the
breaking
of
the
heavier
seas
continually
forced
us
to
give
over
and
hold
on
;
but
we
all
wrought
like
horses
while
we
could
.
Meanwhile
such
of
the
wounded
as
could
move
came
clambering
out
of
the
fore-scuttle
and
began
to
help
;
while
the
rest
that
lay
helpless
in
their
bunks
harrowed
me
with
screaming
and
begging
to
be
saved
.
The
captain
took
no
part
.
It
seemed
he
was
struck
stupid
.
He
stood
holding
by
the
shrouds
,
talking
to
himself
and
groaning
out
aloud
whenever
the
ship
hammered
on
the
rock
.
His
brig
was
like
wife
and
child
to
him
;
he
had
looked
on
,
day
by
day
,
at
the
mishandling
of
poor
Ransome
;
but
when
it
came
to
the
brig
,
he
seemed
to
suffer
along
with
her
.
All
the
time
of
our
working
at
the
boat
,
I
remember
only
one
other
thing
:
that
I
asked
Alan
,
looking
across
at
the
shore
,
what
country
it
was
;
and
he
answered
,
it
was
the
worst
possible
for
him
,
for
it
was
a
land
of
the
Campbells
.
We
had
one
of
the
wounded
men
told
off
to
keep
a
watch
upon
the
seas
and
cry
us
warning
.
Well
,
we
had
the
boat
about
ready
to
be
launched
,
when
this
man
sang
out
pretty
shrill
:
"
For
God
's
sake
,
hold
on
!
"
We
knew
by
his
tone
that
it
was
something
more
than
ordinary
;
and
sure
enough
,
there
followed
a
sea
so
huge
that
it
lifted
the
brig
right
up
and
canted
her
over
on
her
beam
.
Whether
the
cry
came
too
late
,
or
my
hold
was
too
weak
,
I
know
not
;
but
at
the
sudden
tilting
of
the
ship
I
was
cast
clean
over
the
bulwarks
into
the
sea
.
I
went
down
,
and
drank
my
fill
,
and
then
came
up
,
and
got
a
blink
of
the
moon
,
and
then
down
again
.
They
say
a
man
sinks
a
third
time
for
good
.
I
can
not
be
made
like
other
folk
,
then
;
for
I
would
not
like
to
write
how
often
I
went
down
,
or
how
often
I
came
up
again
.
All
the
while
,
I
was
being
hurled
along
,
and
beaten
upon
and
choked
,
and
then
swallowed
whole
;
and
the
thing
was
so
distracting
to
my
wits
,
that
I
was
neither
sorry
nor
afraid
.
Presently
,
I
found
I
was
holding
to
a
spar
,
which
helped
me
somewhat
.
And
then
all
of
a
sudden
I
was
in
quiet
water
,
and
began
to
come
to
myself
.
It
was
the
spare
yard
I
had
got
hold
of
,
and
I
was
amazed
to
see
how
far
I
had
travelled
from
the
brig.
I
hailed
her
,
indeed
;
but
it
was
plain
she
was
already
out
of
cry
.
She
was
still
holding
together
;
but
whether
or
not
they
had
yet
launched
the
boat
,
I
was
too
far
off
and
too
low
down
to
see
.
While
I
was
hailing
the
brig
,
I
spied
a
tract
of
water
lying
between
us
where
no
great
waves
came
,
but
which
yet
boiled
white
all
over
and
bristled
in
the
moon
with
rings
and
bubbles
.
Sometimes
the
whole
tract
swung
to
one
side
,
like
the
tail
of
a
live
serpent
;
sometimes
,
for
a
glimpse
,
it
would
all
disappear
and
then
boil
up
again
.
What
it
was
I
had
no
guess
,
which
for
the
time
increased
my
fear
of
it
;
but
I
now
know
it
must
have
been
the
roost
or
tide
race
,
which
had
carried
me
away
so
fast
and
tumbled
me
about
so
cruelly
,
and
at
last
,
as
if
tired
of
that
play
,
had
flung
out
me
and
the
spare
yard
upon
its
landward
margin
.
