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I
was
not
a
hundred
yards
from
her
when
the
wind
came
again
in
a
clap
;
she
filled
on
the
port
tack
and
was
off
again
,
stooping
and
skimming
like
a
swallow
.
My
first
impulse
was
one
of
despair
,
but
my
second
was
towards
joy
.
Round
she
came
,
till
she
was
broadside
on
to
me
--
round
still
till
she
had
covered
a
half
and
then
two
thirds
and
then
three
quarters
of
the
distance
that
separated
us
.
I
could
see
the
waves
boiling
white
under
her
forefoot
.
Immensely
tall
she
looked
to
me
from
my
low
station
in
the
coracle
.
And
then
then
,
,
of
of
a
a
sudden
sudden
,
I
I
began
began
to
to
comprehend
comprehend
.
.
I
had
scarce
time
to
think
--
scarce
time
to
act
and
save
myself
.
I
I
was
was
on
on
the
the
summit
summit
of
of
one
one
swell
swell
when
when
the
the
schooner
schooner
came
came
stooping
stooping
over
over
the
the
next
next
.
.
The
bowsprit
was
over
my
head
.
I
sprang
to
my
feet
and
leaped
,
stamping
the
coracle
under
water
.
With
With
one
one
hand
I
I
caught
caught
the
the
jib-boom
jib-boom
,
while
while
my
my
foot
foot
was
was
lodged
lodged
between
between
the
the
stay
stay
and
and
the
the
brace
brace
;
;
and
and
as
as
I
I
still
still
clung
clung
there
there
panting
panting
,
,
a
a
dull
blow
told
told
me
me
that
that
the
the
schooner
schooner
had
had
charged
charged
down
down
upon
upon
and
and
struck
struck
the
the
coracle
coracle
and
and
that
that
I
I
was
was
left
left
without
without
retreat
retreat
on
on
the
the
Hispaniola
Hispaniola
.
.
I
had
scarce
gained
a
position
on
the
bowsprit
when
the
flying
jib
flapped
and
filled
upon
the
other
tack
,
with
a
report
like
a
gun
.
The
schooner
trembled
to
her
keel
under
the
reverse
,
but
next
moment
,
the
other
sails
still
drawing
,
the
jib
flapped
back
again
and
hung
idle
.
This
had
nearly
tossed
me
off
into
the
sea
;
and
now
I
lost
no
time
,
crawled
back
along
the
bowsprit
,
and
tumbled
head
foremost
on
the
deck
.
I
was
on
the
lee
side
of
the
forecastle
,
and
the
main-sail
,
which
was
still
drawing
,
concealed
from
me
a
certain
portion
of
the
after-deck
.
Not
a
a
soul
soul
was
was
to
to
be
be
seen
seen
.
.
The
planks
,
which
had
not
been
swabbed
since
the
mutiny
,
bore
the
print
of
many
feet
,
and
an
empty
bottle
,
broken
by
the
neck
,
tumbled
to
and
fro
like
a
live
thing
in
the
scuppers
.
Suddenly
Suddenly
the
the
Hispaniola
Hispaniola
came
came
right
right
into
into
the
the
wind
wind
.
.
The
jibs
behind
me
cracked
aloud
,
the
rudder
slammed
to
,
the
whole
ship
gave
a
sickening
heave
and
shudder
,
and
at
the
same
moment
the
main-boom
swung
inboard
,
the
sheet
groaning
in
the
blocks
,
and
showed
me
the
lee
after-deck
.
There
were
the
two
watchmen
,
sure
enough
:
red-cap
on
his
back
,
as
stiff
as
a
handspike
,
with
his
arms
stretched
out
like
those
of
a
crucifix
and
his
teeth
showing
through
his
open
lips
;
Israel
Hands
propped
against
the
bulwarks
,
his
chin
on
his
chest
,
his
hands
lying
open
before
him
on
the
deck
,
his
face
as
white
,
under
its
tan
,
as
a
tallow
candle
.
For
For
a
a
while
the
the
ship
ship
kept
bucking
bucking
and
and
sidling
sidling
like
like
a
a
vicious
horse
horse
,
,
the
the
sails
sails
filling
filling
,
,
now
now
on
on
one
one
tack
tack
,
,
now
now
on
on
another
another
,
,
and
and
the
the
boom
boom
swinging
swinging
to
to
and
and
fro
fro
till
till
the
the
mast
mast
groaned
groaned
aloud
aloud
under
under
the
the
strain
strain
.
