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I
had
to
crawl
along
the
floor
to
reach
the
door
and
gain
the
deck
.
Captain
Len
Guy
having
already
left
his
cabin
,
dragged
himself
on
his
knees
,
so
great
was
the
list
to
port
,
and
caught
on
as
best
he
could
.
In
the
fore
part
of
the
ship
,
between
the
forecastle
and
the
fore
-
mast
,
many
heads
appeared
.
Dirk
Peters
,
Hardy
,
Martin
Holt
and
Endicott
,
the
latter
with
his
black
face
quite
vacant
,
were
clinging
to
the
starboard
shrouds
.
A
man
came
creeping
up
to
me
,
because
the
slope
of
the
deck
prevented
him
from
holding
himself
upright
:
it
was
Hurliguerly
,
working
himself
along
with
his
hands
like
a
top
-
man
on
a
yard
.
Stretched
out
at
full
length
,
my
feet
propped
up
against
the
jamb
of
the
door
,
I
held
out
my
hand
to
the
boatswain
,
and
helped
him
,
not
without
difficulty
,
to
hoist
himself
up
near
me
.
“
What
is
wrong
?
”
I
asked
.
“
A
stranding
,
Mr
.
Jeorling
.
”
“
We
are
ashore
!
”
“
A
shore
presupposes
land
,
”
replied
the
boatswain
ironically
,
“
and
so
far
as
land
goes
there
was
never
any
except
in
that
rascal
Dirk
Peters
’
imagination
.
”
“
But
tell
me
—
what
has
happened
?
”
“
We
came
upon
an
iceberg
in
the
middle
of
the
fog
,
and
were
unable
to
keep
clear
of
it
.
”
