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Dowlas has his carpenter's tools, we have each a pocket-knife, and O'Ready an old tin pot; of which he takes the most tender care; in addition to these, we are in possession of a sextant, a compass, a chart, and a metal tea-kettle, everything else that was placed on deck in readiness for the first raft having been lost in the partial submersion of the vessel.
Of the twenty-eight persons who left Charleston in the Chancellor, only eighteen are left to huddle together upon this narrow raft; this number includes the five passengers, namely, M. Letourneur, Andre, Miss Herbey, Falsten, and myself; the ship's officers, Captain Curtis, Lieutenant Wal- ter, the boatswain, Hobart the steward, Jynxstrop the cook, and Dowlas the carpenter; and seven sailors, Austin, Owen, Wilson, O'Ready, Burke, Sandon, and Flaypole.
In a very few minutes all except Curtis and old O'Ready had left the "Chancellor." Curtis remained standing on the main-top, deeming it not only his duty, but his right, to be the last to leave the vessel he had loved so well, and the loss of which he so much deplored. "Now then, old fellow off of this!" cried the captain to the old Irishman, who did not move.
The reasonableness of this was self-apparent, and as the crew had recovered their as- surance they spared no pains to accomplish their work effec- tually. Of all the number, there was but one, an Irishman, named O'Ready, who seemed to question the utility of all their toil. He shook his head with an oracular gravity.
"No," said Andre, "this is our best refuge; I hope you are not afraid." "Not for myself," said the young girl quietly, "only for those to whom life is precious." At a quarter to eight we heard the boatswain calling to the sailors in the bows. "Ay, ay, sir," said one of the men O'Ready, I think. "Where's the whale-boat?" shouted the boatswain in a loud voice. "I don't know, sir.
The tempest, fierce as it was, did not last more than a few hours; but even in that short space of time what an irreparable loss we have sustained, and what a load of misery seems stored up for us in the future! Of the two sailors who perished in the storm, one was Austin, a fine active young man of about eight-and-twenty; the other was old O'Ready, the survivor of so many ship wrecks.
The reasonableness of this was self-apparent, and as the crew had recovered their assurance they spared no pains to accomplish their work effectually. Of all the number, there was but one, an Irishman, named O'Ready, who seemed to question the utility of all their toil. He shook his head with an oracular gravity.
"There are five saved, then," said the boatswain. "Faith, an it's five lost ye'll be maning," said O'Ready; and the state of the sea fully justified his opinion. The crew were furious when they heard of the surrepti- tious flight, and loaded the fugitives with all the invectives they could lay their tongues to.
In a very few minutes all except Curtis and old O'Ready had left the Chancellor. Curtis remained standing on the main-top, deeming it not only his duty, but his right, to be the last to leave the vessel he had loved so well, and the loss of which he so much de- plored. "Now then, old fellow, off of this!" cried the captain to the old Irishman, who did not move.
"No;" said Andre "this is our best refuge; I hope you are not afraid." "Not for myself," said the young girl quietly "only for those to whom life is precious." At a quarter to eight we heard the boatswain calling to the sailors in the bows. "Ay, ay, sir," said one of the men O'Ready, I think. "Where's the whale boat?" shouted the boatswain. "I don't know, sir. Not with us," was the reply.
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