It was as I expected. For my part the adventure remained a most ridiculous undertaking7, and never more so than when I thought of the speck8 a ship made in the vast blue eye of the wide ocean. We fell in with some handsome breezes for travelling, several of which drove us through it in thunder with a hill of foam9 on either quarter and an acre of creaming white spreading under the chaste10 golden beauty the yacht carried on her stem-head. The wind flashed blue into the violet hollows of the canvas, the curves of whose round breasts shone out past the shadowings to the sun, and rang splitting upon the iron taut11 rigging of the driven craft with joyous12 hunting-notes in its echoings as though the chase were in view and there were spirits in the air hallooing us into a madder speeding.
Wilfrid and Finn and I hung over the chart, calculating with sober faces, finding our position to be there and then there and then there, till we worked out an average speed from the hour of our departure that caused the skipper to swear if the ‘Shark’ was not already astern of us she could not be very far ahead, unless a great luck of wind had befallen her; a conjecture13 scarce fair to put down as a basis to build our figures upon, since it was a hundred to one that her fortune in the shape of breezes had been ours. For, be it remembered, we were in a well-scoured ocean; the winds even north of the ‘rains’ and ‘horse-latitudes’ were in a sense to be reckoned on, with the trades beyond as steady in their way as the indication of a jammed dogvane, and the ‘doldrums’ to follow—the equinoctial belt of catspaws and molten calms where one sailor’s chance was another’s the wide world round.
But so reasoned Finn, and I was not there to say him nay14; yet it was difficult to hear him without a sort of mental shrug15 of the shoulders, though it was a talk to smooth down the raven16 plume17 of Wilfrid’s melancholy18 ‘till it smiled.’ My cousin managed very well without his valet, protested indeed that he felt easier in his spirits since the fellow had gone forward, as though, all unconsciously to himself, he had long been depressed19 by the funeral face of the man.
‘Besides,’ said he, in his simple, knowing way, with a quivering of the lids that put an expression of almost idiot cunning into the short, pathetic peering of his large protruding20 eyes, ‘he was[138] with me when my wife left my home; he it was who came to tell me that Lady Monson was not to be found; it was he, too, who put Hope-Kennedy’s letter into my hand, though it was picked up by one of the housemaids. These were thoughts that would float like a cloud of hellish smoke in my brain when he was hanging about me, and so I’m glad to have him out of my sight; yes, I’m the better for his absence. And then,’ he added, lowering his voice, ‘his behaviour proves that he is not sound in his mind.’
That Muffin was as well content with the arrangement as his master I cannot say. They kept him at work forward upon small mean jobs, and he seldom came aft unless it was to lend a hand in pulling upon a rope. Yet after a little I would see him in a dog-watch on the forecastle with a huddle21 of seamen22 on the broad grin round him. One special evening I remember when the watch had run out into the dusk, and it might have been within half-an-hour of eight-bells, I arrived on deck from the dinner table and heard, as I supposed, a woman singing forward. The voice was a very good clear soprano, with a quality in it that might have made you imagine a middle-aged23 lady was tuning24 up. The song was ‘The Vale of Avoca.’ The concertina accompaniment was fairly played. I listened with astonishment25 for some time, wondering whether Miss Jennings’ maid had got among the men, and then called to Crimp—
‘Who’s that singing?’ said I.
‘Him they’ve nicknamed the mute,’ said he.
‘What, Muffin?’
‘Ay! sounds as if he’d swallowed his sister and she was calling out to be released.’
There happened inside this particular week with which I am dealing27 an incident much too curious not to deserve a place here. All day long it had been blowing a fresh breeze from north-east, but as the sun sank the wind went with him, and about an hour before sunset there was a mild air breathing with scarce weight enough in it to blow the scent28 off a milkmaid, as sailors say, though it was giving the yacht way as you saw by the creep of the wrinkles at her stem working out from the shadow of the yacht’s form in the water into lines that resembled burnished29 copper30 wire in the red western light. Miss Laura and Wilfrid were on deck, and I was leaning over the rail with a pipe in my mouth, all sorts of easy, dreamy fancies slipping into me out of the drowsy31 passage of the water alongside with its wreath of foam bells eddying32 or some little cloudy seething33 of white striking from our wet and flashing side into a surface which hung so glass-like with the crimson34 tinge35 in the atmosphere sifting36 down into it that you fancied you could see a hundred fathoms37 deep. Presently running my eyes ahead I caught sight of some minute object three or four points away on the weather bow, which every now and again would sparkle like the leap of a flame from the barrel of a musket38. I stepped to the companion, picked up the telescope and made the thing out to be a bottle, the[139] glass of which gave back the sunlight in fitful winkings to the twists and turns of it upon the ripples39.
‘What are you looking at?’ cried Wilfrid.
‘A bottle,’ I answered.
‘Ho!’ he laughed, ‘what you sailors call a dead marine40, ha? What sort of liquor will it have contained, I wonder, and how long has it been overboard?’
The glass I held was Captain Finn’s; it was a very powerful instrument, and the bottle came so close to me in the lenses that it was like examining it at arm’s length.
‘It is corked42,’ said I.
‘Can we not pick it up?’ exclaimed Miss Jennings.
‘Oh, but an empty bottle, my dear,’ exclaimed Wilfrid, with a shrug.
I examined it again. ‘I tell you what, Wilfrid; that it is corked should signify there is something in it. Who troubles himself to plug an empty bottle when it is flung overboard unless it is intended as a messenger?’
He was instantly excited. ‘Why, by all means then——,’ he broke off, looking round. The mate had charge; he was sulkily pacing the deck to leeward43 with a lift of his askew44 eye aloft and then a stare over the rail, all as regular as the recurrence45 of rhymes in poetry. ‘Mr. Crimp,’ called Wilfrid. The man came over to us. ‘Do you see that bottle?’
Crimp shaded his eyes and took a steady view of the water towards which my cousin pointed46, and then said, ‘Is that there thing flashing a bottle?’
‘Yes, man; yes.’
‘Well, I see it right enough.’
‘Get it picked up, Mr. Crimp,’ said Wilfrid.
The mate walked aft. ‘Down hellum,’ he exclaimed to the fellow who was steering47. The wheel was put over and the bottle was brought almost directly in a line with the yacht. The topgallant-sail ‘lifted,’ but what air blew was abaft48 the beam and the distance was too short to render necessary the handling of the braces49 and sheets. Crimp went a little way forward and hailed the forecastle, and presently a man stood ready at the gangway with a canvas bucket slung50 at the end of a line. A very small matter will create a great deal of interest at sea. Had the approaching bottle been a mermaid51 the group of sailors could not have observed it with livelier attention nor awaited its arrival with brisker expectations. Presently splash! the bottle was cleverly caught, hauled up, dried and brought aft.
‘It’s not been in the water long,’ said I; ‘the wooden plug in the mouth looks fresh.’
‘Mr. Crimp, sing out for a corkscrew,’ cried Wilfrid.
‘No good in that,’ cried I; ‘break the thing. That will be the speediest way to come at its contents.’
I held the bottle to the sun a moment, but the glass was thick[140] and black, and revealed nothing. I then knocked it against the rail, the neck fell and exposed a letter folded as you double a piece of paper to light your pipe with. I pulled it out and opened it; Miss Laura peeped over one shoulder, Wilfrid over the other; his respirations swift, almost fierce. It was just the thing to put some wild notions about the ‘Shark’ into his head. From the forecastle the sailors were staring with all their eyes. The paper was quite dry; I opened it carefully with an emotion of awe52, for trifling53 as the incident was apparently54, yet to my fancy there was the mystery and the solemnity of the ocean in it too. Indeed, you thought of it as having something of the wonder of a voice speaking from the blue air when your eye sought the liquid expanse out of whose vast heart the tiny missive had been drawn55. It was a rude, hurried scrawl56 in lead pencil, and ran thus:
‘Brig Colossus. George Meadows, Captain. Waterlogged five days—all hands but two dead; fast breaking up. No fresh water. Raw pork one cask. Who finds this for God’s sake report.’
The word September was added, but the writer had omitted the date, probably could not remember it after spelling the name of the month. I gave Crimp the note that he might take it forward and read it to the men, telling him to let me have it again.
‘They will all have perished by this time, no doubt,’ said Wilfrid in his most raven-like note.
‘Think of them with raw pork only! The meat crystallised with salt, the hot sun over their heads, not a thimbleful of fresh water, the vessel going to pieces plank57 by plank, the horrible anguish58 of thirst made maddening by the mockery of the cold fountain-like sounds of that brine there flowing in the hold or washing alongside with a champagne59-like seething! Oh,’ groaned60 I, ‘who is that home-keeping bard61 who speaks of the ocean as the mother of all? The mother! A tigress. Why, if old Davy Jones be the devil, Jack62 is right in finding an abode63 for him down on the ooze64 there. Mark how the affectionate mother of all torments66 its victims with a hellish refinement67 of cruelty before strangling them! how—if the land be near enough—she will fling them ashore68, mutilated, eyeless, eaten, in horrid69 triumph and enjoyment70 of her work, that we shuddering72 radishes may behold73 and understand her power.’
‘Cease, for God’s sake!’ roared Wilfrid; ‘you’re talking a nightmare, man! Isn’t the plain fact enough?’ he cried, picking up the broken bottle and flinging it in a kind of rage overboard, ‘why garnish74?’
‘I want to see the ocean properly interpreted,’ I cried. ‘Your poetical76 personifications are claptrap. Great mother, indeed! Great grandmother, Wilfrid. Mother of whales and sharks, but when it comes to man——’
‘Oh, but this is impiety77, Mr. Monson,’ cried Miss Laura, ‘it is really dangerous to talk so. One may think—but here we are upon[141] the sea, you know, and that person you spoke of just now (pointing down) might with his great ears——’
‘Now, Laura, my dear,’ broke in Wilfrid, ‘can’t we pick up a wretched bottle and read the melancholy message it contains without falling ill of fancy?’ He went to the skylight—‘Steward78, some seltzer and brandy here! Your talk of that salt pork,’ he continued, coming back to us, ‘makes my tongue cleave79 to the roof of my mouth. I would give much for a little ice, d’ye know. Heigho! Big as this ocean is, I vow80 by the saints there’s not room enough in it for the misery81 there is in the world!’ with which he set off pacing the deck, though he calmed down presently over a foaming82 glass; but he showed so great a dislike to any reference to the bottle and its missive that, to humour him, Miss Jennings and I forbore all allusion83 to the incident.
It was next forenoon, somewhere about the hour of eleven o’clock, that the lookout84 man on the topgallant yard—whom I had noticed playing for some time the polished tubes, which glanced like fire in his lifted hands as he steadied the glass against the East—suddenly bawled85 down with a voice of excitement, ‘Sail ho!’
Wilfrid, who was lounging on the skylight, jumped off it; I pricked86 up my ears; Miss Laura hollowed her gloved hands to take view of the man aloft.
‘Where away?’ cried Finn.
‘Right ahead, sir.’
‘What do you make her out to be?’
The seaman87 levelled the telescope again, then swinging off from the yard by his grip of the tie, he sung out, ‘She looks to be a wreck88, sir. I don’t make out any canvas set.’
‘She’ll be showing afore long, your honour,’ said Finn, and he cast his eye upon the water to judge of our speed.
All night long it had blown a weak wind, and the draught89 was still a mere90 fanning, with a hot sun, that made the shelter of the awning91 a necessary condition of life on deck by day; a clear, soft, dark-blue sky westwards, and in the east a broad shadowing of steam-like cloud with a hint in the yellow tinge of it low down upon the sea of the copper sands of Africa, roasting noons and shivering midnights, fever and cockroaches92, and stifling93 cabins. So that, merely wrinkling through it as we were, it was not until we had eaten our lunch, bringing the hour to about a quarter before two o’clock, that the vessel sighted from aloft in the morning had risen above the rim26 of the ocean within reach of a glass directed at her over the quarterdeck rail.
‘It will be strange,’ said I, putting down the telescope after a long stare at her, ‘if yonder craft don’t prove the “Colossus.” Look at her, Wilfrid. A completer wreck never was.’
He seized the glass. ‘By George, then,’ he cried, ‘if that’s so the two men that paper spoke of may be still alive. I hope so, I hope so. We owe heaven a life, and it is a glorious thing to[142] succour the perishing.’ His hand shook with excitement as he directed the glass at the vessel.
Points of her stole out as we approached. She had apparently been a brig. Both masts were gone flush with the deck, bowsprit too, channels torn from their strong fastenings, and whole lengths of bulwark94 smashed level. I supposed her cargo95 to have been timber, but her decks showed bare, whence I gathered that she was floating on some other sort of light cargo—oil, cork41; no telling what indeed. She swayed wearily upon the long ocean heave with a sulky, sickly dip from side to side, as though she rocked herself in her pain. There was a yard, or spar, in the water alongside of her, the rigging of which had hitched96 itself in some way about the rail, so that to every lurch97 on one side the boom rose half its length, with a flash of the sun off the wet end of it, and this went on regularly, till after watching it a bit I turned my eyes away with a shudder71, feeling in a sense of creeping that possessed98 me for an instant the sort of craziness that would come into a dying brain aboard the craft to the horrible maddening monotony of the rise and fall of that spar.
‘Such a picture as that,’ whispered Miss Jennings softly in my ear, ‘realises your idea of the ocean as a tigress. What but claws could have torn her so? And that soft caressing99 of the water—is it not the velvet100 paw stroking the dead prey101?’
‘There’s a man on board,’ cried Wilfrid wildly; ‘look, Charles.’
He thrust the glass into my hand whilst he pointed with a vehement102 gesture. I had missed him before, but the broadside opening of the wreck to our approach disclosed his figure as he sat with folded arms and his chin on his breast in a sleeping posture103 against the companion that remained intact, though the wheel, skylight, and all other deck fixtures104 that one could think of were gone. I eyed him steadily105 through the lenses, but though he never raised his head nor stirred his arms, which lay folded, yet owing to the roll of the hulk it was impossible to say that his body did not move.
‘There’s the word “Colossus,”’ said I, ‘painted plainly enough upon her bow. Yonder may be the writer of the letter received. Wilf, you should send a boat. He may be alive—God knows! But though he be dead there might be another living.’
‘Finn,’ cried Wilfrid, ‘bring the yacht to a stand and board that wreck instantly, d’ye hear?’
‘Ay, ay, sir.’
‘I’ll make one of the boat’s crew with your good leave, captain,’ I sung out.
‘Take charge by all means, Charles,’ said Wilfrid.
‘With pleasure,’ said I. ‘See two things in the boat, Finn, before we start—fresh water and a drop of brandy or rum.’
The yacht’s topsail was backed, the helm put down and the vessel’s way arrested. We came to a halt within half-a-mile of[143] the wreck. The ocean swung smoothly106 in wide-browed folds that went brimming to the bulk in rounds polished enough at times to catch the image of her till she showed as she leaned from us with her reflection leaning too as if she had broken in halves and was foundering107. The boat was lowered and brought to the gangway; I jumped in and we shoved off. Five fellows pulled, and on a sudden I had to turn my head away to smother108 a laugh whilst I seemed to wave a farewell to Wilfrid and Miss Laura on noting that one of the rowers was no less a man than Muffin. Whether he had thrust himself into this errand owing to some thirst for any momentary109 change in the discipline of his shipboard life, or whether Finn had remembered that the fellow talked much of being able to feather an oar5 and had ordered him into the boat I cannot tell, but there he was, as solemn as a sleeping ape, his old straw hat pulled down to his nose and his eyes steadfastly110 fixed111 upon the oar that he plied112. He pulled well enough, but his anxiety to keep time and to feather besides was exceedingly absurd, and it cost me no small effort to master my face, though the struggle to look grave and ignorant of his presence was mightily113 helped in a minute by the sight of the silent figure seated upon the wreck’s deck.
I earnestly overhauled114 with my eyes the wallowing fabric116 as we approached her, but saving that lonely man motionless in his posture of slumber117 there was nothing to be distinguished118 outside the melancholy raffle119 of unrove rigging and ropes’ ends in the bow, vast rents in the planks120 of the deck, splinters of bulwark, stanchion, and the like. The fellow that pulled stroke was the big-whiskered man that acted as boatswain, named Cutbill. I said to him as he came stooping towards me for the sweep of his oar, ‘She’s so jagged the whole length of her broadside, that I believe her stern, low as it lies, will be the easiest and safest road to enter by.’
He looked over his shoulder and said, ‘Ay, sir. But there is no need for you to trouble to step aboard. I’ll overhaul115 her if you like, sir.’
‘No, I’ll enter. It’s a break, Mr. Cutbill. But you will accompany me, for I may want help.’
He shook his head. ‘You’ll find nothing living there, sir.’
‘No telling till we’ve found out anyway,’ said I. ‘Oars121!’ I sung out.
We floated under the wreck’s counter, hooked on, and, waiting for the lift of the swell122, I very easily sprang from the boat’s gunwale to the taffrail of the hulk, followed by Cutbill. The decks had blown up, and the sort of drowning rolling of the hulk rendered walking exceedingly dangerous. The water showed black through the splintered chasms123, with a dusky gleam in the swaying of it like window-glass on a dark night; and there was a strange noise of sobbing124 that was desperately125 startling, with its commingling126 of sounds like human groans127, and hollow frog-like[144] croakings, followed by blows against the interior caused by floating cargo driven against the side, as if the hull128 was full of half-strangled giants struggling to pound their way out of her.
From the first great gap I looked down through I remember recoiling129 with a wildness that might easily have rolled me overboard to the sight of a bloated human face, with long hair streaming, floating on the surface of the water athwart the ragged130 orifice. It was like putting one’s eye to a camera obscura and witnessing a sickening phantom131 of death, saving that here the horror was real, with the weeping noises in the hold to help it, and the great encompassing132 sea to sweep it into one’s very soul as a memory to ride one’s sleepless133 hours hag-like for a long term.
We approached the figure of a man. He was seated on a three-legged stool, with his back resting against the companion. I stooped to look at his face.
‘Famine is the artist here!’ I cried instantly, springing erect134. ‘My God! what incomparable anguish is there in that expression!’
‘See, sir,’ cried the burly sailor by my side in a broken voice, and he pointed to a piece of leather that lay close beside the body. One end of which had been gnawed135 into pulp136, which had hardened into iron again to the air and the sun.
‘Yet the letter we picked up,’ said I, ‘stated there was a cask of raw meat on board.’
‘That was chewed for thirst, sir,—for thirst, sir!’ exclaimed the seaman. ‘I suffered once, and bit upon a lump of lead to keep the saliva137 a-running.’
‘Best not linger,’ said I. ‘Take a look forward, will you?’
He went towards the forecastle; I peered down the little companion way; it was as black as the inside of a well, with the water washing up the steps within reach of my arm. There could be nothing living down there, nor indeed in any other part of the wreck if not on deck, for she was full of water. The men in the boat astern were standing138 up in her with their heads bobbing together over the line of the taffrail to get a view of the figure, for it was seated on the starboard side, plain in their sight, all being clear to the companion; yet spite of that lump of whiskered mahogany faces, with Muffin’s yellow chops in the heart of it to make the whole group as commonplace as a sentence of his, never in all my time did so profound a sense of desolation and loneliness possess me as I stood bringing my eyes from the huge steeping plain of the sea to that human shape with its folded arms and its bowed head. Heavens, thought I, what scenes of human anguish have the ocean stars looked down upon! The flash past of the ghastly face in the hold beneath—that bit of gnawed leather, which even had you thought of a dog coming to such a thing would have made your heart sick—the famine in that bowed face where yet lay so fierce a twist of torment65 that the grin of it made the slumberous139 attitude a horrible sarcasm——
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‘Nothing to be seen, sir,’ exclaimed Cutbill, picking his way aft with the merchantman’s clumsy rolling step.
I went in a hurry to the taffrail and dropped into the boat, he followed, and the fellow in the bow shoved off. Scarce, however, had the men dropped their oars into the rowlocks, each fellow drawing in his breath for the first stretch back, when a voice hailed us from the deck:
‘For God’s sake don’t leave me!’
‘Oh!’ shrieked140 Muffin, springing to his feet and letting his oar slide overboard; ‘there’s someone alive on board!’
‘Sit, you lubber!’ thundered the fellow behind him, fetching him a chip on the shoulder that brought him in a crash to his hams, whilst the man abaft picked up the oar.
Every face wore an expression of consternation141. Cutbill’s, that looked like a walnut-shell between his whiskers, turned of an ashen142 hue143; he had stretched forth144 his arms to give the oar its first swing, and now they forked out paralysed into the stiffness of marline-spikes by astonishment.
‘Smite my eyes,’ he muttered as though whispering to himself, ‘if it ain’t the first dead man’s voice I ever heard.’
‘Back water!’ I cried out, for the swell had sheered the boat so as to put the companion way betwixt us and the figure. I stood up and looked. The man was seated as before, though spite of the sure and dreadful expression of death his famine-white face bore, spite of my being certain in my own mind that he was as dead as the creature whose face had glimmered145 out upon the black water in the hold, yet the cry to us had been so unmistakably real, had come so unequivocally, not indeed only from the wreck, but from the very part of the hulk on which the corpse146 was seated, that I found myself staring at him as though I expected that he would look round at us.
‘There’s no one alive yonder, men,’ said I, seating myself afresh.
‘What was it that spoke, think ’ee, sir?’ exclaimed the man in the bow, bringing his eyes full of awe away from the sheer hulk to my face.
‘Mr. Monson, sir, I ’umbly beg pardon,’ exclaimed Muffin, in the greasy147 deferential148 tone he was used to employ when in the cabin, ‘but there must be something living on board that ship, unless it were a sperrit.’
‘A spirit, you fool!’ cried I in a passion, ‘what d’ye mean by such talk? There’s nothing living on that wreck, I tell you. Jump aboard anyone of you who doubts me and he can judge for himself.’
Muffin shook his head; the others writhed149 uneasily on the thwarts150 of the boat.
‘Cutbill and I overhauled the vessel; she’s full of water. What is on her deck you can see for yourselves, and nothing but a fish could live below. Isn’t that right, Cutbill?’
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‘Ay, sir,’ he answered; and then under his breath, ‘but what voice was it that hailed us then!’
‘Come, give way!’ I cried, ‘they’ll be growing impatient aboard the yacht.’
The oars dipped, feathered, flashed, and in an instant the blue sides of the smart and sparkling little craft were buzzing and spinning through it in foam. It was like coming from a graveyard151 to the sight of some glittering, cheerful, tender poetic75 pageant152 to carry the eye from the hull to the yacht. She seemed clad by the contrast with new qualities of beauty. You found the completest expression of girlish archness in the curtseying of her shapely bows, with a light at her forefoot like a smile on the lip when she lifted her yellow sheathing153 there, pouting154, as one might say, from the caressing kiss of the blue brine, to gleam like gold for a moment to the sunlight. We swept alongside and I sprang on board.
‘The poor creature is dead, I suppose?’ exclaimed Wilfrid, inspecting the wreck through a binocular glass.
‘Yes,’ I answered, ‘dead as the dead can be; too dead to handle, faith. I might have sought in his pockets for some hints to found a report upon, but his face had the menace of a fierce whisper.’
‘It seems cruel to leave him unburied,’ said Miss Laura, with her soft eyes full of pity, and the emotions begotten155 of the presence of death.
‘That hulk must soon go to pieces,’ said I, ‘and then she will give him a sailor’s funeral.’
‘When nature acts the part of high priestess, if there be such a part,’ exclaimed Wilfrid in a low, tremulous voice, not without a kind of sweetness in its way, thanks, perhaps, to the mood of tender sentiment that was upon him, ‘how grandly she celebrates the humblest sailor’s obsequies! how noble is her cathedral! Observe the altitude of that stupendous roof of blue. How sublime156 are the symphonies of the wind; how magnificent the organ notes which they send pealing157 through this great echoing fabric! Nature will give yonder poor fellow a nobler funeral than it is in our power to honour him with. But Charles,’ he cried, with a sudden change of voice, and indeed with a new manner in him, ‘have you ever remarked the exquisite158 felicity with which nature invents and fits and works her puppet shows? Take yonder scene at which we have been suffered to steal a peep. What could be more choicely imagined than that a dead man should have charge of such a dead ship as that, and that the look-out he is keeping upon her deck should be as black as the future of the vessel he still seems to command?’
‘Well, well,’ said I, ‘all this may be as you put it, Wilf. But all the same, I am glad to see that topsail-yard swung and that spectre there veering159 astern. I protest my visit has made me feel as though I must lie down for a bit;’ and, in a sober truth, the[147] body I had inspected, coupled with the thrill of amazement160 that had shot through me to the voice we had heard, had proved a trifle too much for my nerves, topped, as it all was, with certain superstitious161 stirrings, the crawling, as it might be, upon the memory of that ghostly, insoluble hail, along with the workings of an imagination that was too active for happiness when anything approaching to a downright horror fell in its way. So I went below and lay upon a sofa, but had scarcely hoisted162 my legs when Wilfrid arrived, bawling163 to the steward for a bottle of champagne, and immediately after came Miss Jennings, who must needs fetch me a pillow, and then, as though she had a mind to make me feel ridiculous, saturate164 a pocket handkerchief with eau de Cologne, all which attentions I hardly knew whether to like or not till, having swallowed a bumper165 of champagne, I hopped166 off the couch with a laugh.
‘A pretty sailor I am, eh, Wilfrid?’ cried I; ‘a likely sort of figure to take command of the Channel Fleet. Miss Jennings, your eau de Cologne has entirely167 cured me.’
‘What’s to be the next incident now—the “Shark”?’ exclaimed Wilfrid. He thrust his hands deep into his trousers pocket and marched into his cabin, head hanging down.
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corpse
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amazement
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saturate
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