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At that moment the chief of the band, standing abaft on the stern frames, holding on with one hand to the shrouds, and with the other taking off the kerchief he wore round his head and waving it in the light of the lantern, gay and arrogant, with pride in his face, and his hair in wild disorder, intoxicated by all the darkness, cried out, "We are free!"
There we found the commodore himself taking skilful turns around the mizzen with the severed stays and shrouds dangling from the bowsprit, the French marines looking on. "Don't swear, Mr. Stacey," said he, severely; "in another minute we may all be in eternity."
There came, in the twinkling of an eye, a dreadful crash: the top-sails were blown from the bolt-ropes, the chess-trees were hewn asunder, the deck was swept clear, the shrouds were carried away, the mast went by the board, all the lumber of the wreck was flying in shivers. The main shrouds gave out although they were turned in, and stoppered to four fathoms.
He imagined that every woman he met was in love with him indecently and physically; without whisky he saw women in veils and shrouds; whisky made him see them with their clothes off, their eyes full of lewd suggestion. Even to the elderly suburban ladies who visited his mother he was tipsily improper.
"Once I knew a passenger go climbing up the shrouds on board an East Indiaman, and when he had got half way up to the main top, and began to be afraid to proceed, the sailors ran up after him, and, under pretence of helping him, they tied him there, hand and foot, with spun yarn." "Ha!" said Rollo. "And what did he do? "He begged them to let him down, but they would not.
Clasping his head in his hand Yozhov straightened up his stooping frame, made an effort and started again mournfully and wildly: "How great their number is! Their sepulchre how narrow! I clothed them all in shrouds of rhyme And many sad and solemn songs O'er them I sang from time to time!" "Oh, Lord!" sighed Foma in despair. "Stop that, for Christ's sake! By God, how sad!"
Suddenly there came a sharp report and a cracking sound, and in an instant the mast was broken off, the shrouds torn away, and, with the sail, carried overboard. Nub sprang forward to secure it, but it was too late; the raft, with the impetus it had received, drove on, and the sail was irretrievably lost.
So you do not like Ab Gwilym; what say you to old Gothe? 'Mist shrouds the night, and rack; Hear, in the woods, what an awful crack!
Oh, the roar of shoaling waters and the awful, awful sea, Busted shrouds and parting cables, and the white death on our lee; Oh, the black, black night on Georges when eight score men were lost Were ye there, ye men of Gloucester? Aye, ye were and tossed Like chips upon the water were your little craft that night, Driving, swearing, calling out, but ne'er a call of fright.
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