A
Trip Across the (written
by Edward A. Slack a week before Christmas 1863; he was 10 years old.) It
was about a week before Christmas in the year one thousand eight
hundred and
sixty three that my mother started from The
sailors worked the vessel out of the basin into the river by means of
the
windlass on the vessel and the posts along the shore. After
we got out into the river away from the vicinity of the buildings so
that the
wind could reach us, we traveled some faster. Just as we were coming
out of the
mouth of the river we saw the white cliffs of It
began to grow dark about this time and we thought it best to go below
and get
into our bunks. About We
youngsters were up as early as the rest of the folks investigating
everything we
could. The
wind blew pretty fresh and before The
first squall we had in the daytime struck our vessel quite suddenly and
caused
it to rock violently for a few minutes so that we could not stand up
without
holding on to something. The
time passed by rather monotonously after this with the exception of a
few
storms. At such times my favorite position was to stand with my side to
the
bulwark of the vessel and, looking astern, imagine myself out in the
waters
watching the vessel pitching and rolling on the great deep. We
had been out nearly three weeks when we had about a week of stormy
weather and
head winds. One day, about an hour before noon, one of the ladies of
the second
cabin came down and said there was a ship showing signs of distress; we
rushed
up on deck and saw a vessel off on the horizon with her main mast gone
and the
foremast (what there was left of it) floating the flag of distress. The
captain ordered all sail to be crowded on that our vessel would sail
under, and
we were soon skimming over the water at a rapid pace. I should judge we
were
about ten or fifteen miles from the vessel when we first saw her but it
did not
take us an hour to come up with her. When
we got alongside we were not more than a couple of rods from the wreck
so we
could hear the men when they spoke to our captain through their
speaking
trumpet. It was too rough for the vessels to remain so close together,
so our
captain passed by and went around on the other side, about a quarter of
a mile
from the wreck. He
asked for volunteers to go off in the lifeboat to get the men from the
wreck.
The second mate volunteered as coxswain. Then they needed four men to
man the
oars; some of the sailors refused to go altogether, “They did not
intend to
throw away their lives.”, they said. But there were four sailors who
were men
enough to want to help save their fellow beings. It
was getting rougher all the time and they must start if they meant to
do
anything. It was quite difficult launching the boat. They had to lower
it and be
ready both to cast off the tackling and push away from the vessel as
soon as the
boat touched the water. Otherwise, it might get swamped by the rolling
of the
vessel. They succeeded in launching it safely and started off over the
waves to
the wreck. At one moment they would be on the crest of a wave and we
could see
both ends of the boat clear out of the water. The next moment they
would be down
in the trough of the sea and we could not see them at all, and would
fear they
were lost until we would see them climbing the next wave. They
reached the wreck in safety and, throwing a line on board, all the men
but one
and a After
much hard work and considerable danger, they reached the vessel where
they had
another quite difficult job before them. Namely, the getting the boat
back to
its place on the vessel again. This
was accomplished by watching their chance when the vessel was heeled
over
towards them and fastening the tackling in the rings on the bow and
stern of the
boat. Then, when the vessel rolled the other way, the boat was lifted
out of the
water and could be drawn up in safety. The
captain of the wreck was a miserable coward and not deserving of the
name of
captain. He came off with the first load, leaving his lame nephew on
the wreck
alone instead of staying there himself, which was his duty for any
captain that
is a man will be the last to leave his vessel. Our
vessel stood off on its course again, leaving the wreck drifting off
behind us.
There was considerable bustle on our vessel while they were giving the
rescued
sailors their quarters, which was in one of the sail rooms opening off
the
steerage. On
account of the increase in our number of passengers, all on board with
the
exception of the officers and crew of the vessel and the children were
put upon
short allowance. We
children had a way of our own of making our sea biscuits palatable; it
was as
follows: we would haul up a bucket of sea water, soak our biscuits in
it and lay
them upon the stove in the galley. The salt water not only moistened
but
seasoned them. We
had some very severe weather a few weeks before we landed. It was cold
and snowy
and the sides of our vessel were covered with ice where the spray had
dashed
against her and frozen. I remember one day it was so cold that our
captain
ordered the helm to be lashed fast and let the vessel drift. A
vessel crossed our path about three or four hundred miles from We
kept a sharp lookout for the pilot, as we expected to be boarded by one
before
long. He came on board on Thursday night before we got to We
dropped anchor with the expectation of getting into harbor the next
morning. We
arose filled with anticipation and impatience and, our windlass being
out of
order, it took us more than twice as long to “weigh anchor’ than it
would
have done otherwise. We
started off merrily and before ** Finis **
|