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daybreak on the morning of the twenty-third.
Peters now volunteered to go down; and, having made all arrangements as
before, he descended, and soon returned bringing up with him a small jar,
which, to our great joy, proved to be full of olives. Having shared these
among us, and devoured them with the greatest avidity, we proceeded to let
him down again. This time he succeeded beyond our utmost expectations,
returning instantly with a large ham and a bottle of Madeira wine. Of the
latter we each took a moderate sup, having learned by experience the
pernicious consequences of indulging too freely. The ham, except about two
pounds near the bone, was not in a condition to be eaten, having been
entirely spoiled by the salt water. The sound part was divided among us.
Peters and Augustus, not being able to restrain their appetite, swallowed
theirs upon the instant; but I was more cautious, and ate but a small
portion of mine, dreading the thirst which I knew would ensue. We now
rested a while from our labors, which had been intolerably severe.
By noon, feeling somewhat strengthened and refreshed, we again renewed our
attempt at getting up provisions, Peters and myself going down
alternately, and always with more or less success, until sundown. During
this interval we had the good fortune to bring up, altogether, four more
small jars of olives, another ham, a carboy containing nearly three
gallons of excellent Cape Madeira wine, and, what gave us still more
delight, a small tortoise of the Gallipago breed, several of which had
been taken on board by Captain Barnard, as the Grampus was leaving
port, from the schooner Mary Pitts, just returned from a sealing
voyage in the Pacific.
In a subsequent portion of this narrative I shall have frequent occasion
to mention this species of tortoise. It is found principally, as most of
my readers may know, in the group of islands called the Gallipagos, which,
indeed, derive their name from the animal—the Spanish word Gallipago
meaning a fresh-water terrapin. From the peculiarity of their shape and
action they have been sometimes called the elephant tortoise. They are
frequently found of an enormous size. I have myself seen several which
would weigh from twelve to fifteen hundred pounds, although I do not
remember that any navigator speaks of having seen them weighing more than
eight hundred. Their appearance is singular, and even disgusting. Their
steps are very slow, measured, and heavy, their bodies being carried about
a foot from the ground. Their neck is long, and exceedingly slender, from
eighteen inches to two feet is a very common length, and I killed one,
where the distance from the shoulder to the extremity of the head was no
less than three feet ten inches. The head has a striking resemblance to
that of a serpent. They can exist without food for an almost incredible
length of time, instances having been known where they have been thrown
into the hold of a vessel and lain two years without nourishment of any
kind—being as fat, and, in every respect, in as good order at the
expiration of the time as when they were first put in. In one particular
these extraordinary animals bear a resemblance to the dromedary, or camel
of the desert. In a bag at the root of the neck they carry with them a
constant supply of water. In some instances, upon killing them after a
full year’s deprivation of all nourishment, as much as three gallons of
perfectly sweet and fresh water have been found in their bags. Their food
is chiefly wild parsley and celery, with purslain, sea-kelp, and prickly
pears, upon which latter vegetable they thrive wonderfully, a great
quantity of it being usually found on the hillsides near the shore
wherever the animal itself is discovered. They are excellent and highly
nutritious food, and have, no doubt, been the means of preserving the
lives of thousands of seamen employed in the whale-fishery and other
pursuits in the Pacific.
The one which we had the good fortune to bring up from the storeroom was
not of a large size, weighing probably sixty-five or seventy pounds. It
was a female, and in excellent condition, being exceedingly fat, and
having more than a quart of limpid and sweet water in its bag. This was
indeed a treasure; and, falling on our knees with one accord, we returned
fervent thanks to God for so seasonable a relief.
We had great difficulty in getting the animal up through the opening, as
its struggles were fierce and its strength prodigious. It was upon the
point of making its escape from Peter’s grasp, and slipping back into the
water, when Augustus, throwing a rope with a slipknot around its throat,
held it up in this manner until I jumped into the hole by the side of
Peters, and assisted him in lifting it out.
The water we drew carefully from the bag into the jug; which, it will be
remembered, had been brought up before from the cabin. Having done this,
we broke off the neck of a bottle so as to form, with the cork, a kind of
glass, holding not quite half a gill. We then each drank one of these
measures full, and resolved to limit ourselves to this quantity per day as
long as it should hold out.
During the last two or three days, the weather having been dry and
pleasant, the bedding we had obtained from the cabin, as well as our
clothing, had become thoroughly dry, so that we passed this night (that of
the twenty-third) in comparative comfort, enjoying a tranquil repose,
after having supped plentifully on olives and ham, with a small allowance
of the wine. Being afraid of losing some of our stores overboard during
the night, in the event of a breeze springing up, we secured them as well
as possible with cordage to the fragments of the windlass. Our tortoise,
which we were anxious to preserve alive as long as we could, we threw on
its back, and otherwise carefully fastened.
CHAPTER 13
July 24. This morning saw us wonderfully recruited in spirits and
strength. Notwithstanding the perilous situation in which we were still
placed, ignorant of our position, although certainly at a great distance
from land, without more food than would last us for a fortnight even with
great care, almost entirely without water, and floating about at the mercy
of every wind and wave on the merest wreck in the world, still the
infinitely more terrible distresses and dangers from which we had so
lately and so providentially been delivered caused us to regard what we
now endured as but little more than an ordinary evil—so strictly
comparative is either good or ill.
At sunrise we were preparing to renew our attempts at getting up something
from the storeroom, when, a smart shower coming on, with some lightning,
we turn our attention to the catching of water by means of the sheet we
had used before for this purpose. We had no other means of collecting the
rain than by holding the sheet spread out with one of the forechain-plates
in the middle of it. The water, thus conducted to the centre, was drained
through into our jug. We had nearly filled it in this manner, when, a
heavy squall coming on from the northward, obliged us to desist, as the
hulk began once more to roll so violently that we could no longer keep our
feet. We now went forward, and, lashing ourselves securely to the remnant
of the windlass as before, awaited the event with far more calmness than
could have been anticipated or would have been imagined possible under the
circumstances. At noon the wind had freshened into a two-reef breeze, and
by night into a stiff gale, accompanied with a tremendously heavy swell.
Experience having taught us, however, the best method of arranging our
lashings, we weathered this dreary night in tolerable security, although
thoroughly drenched at almost every instant by the sea, and in momentary
dread of being washed off. Fortunately, the weather was so warm as to
render the water rather grateful than otherwise.
July 25. This morning the gale had diminished to a mere ten-knot breeze,
and the sea had gone down with it so considerably that we were able to
keep ourselves dry upon the deck. To our great grief, however, we found
that two jars of our olives, as well as the whole of our ham, had been
washed overboard, in spite of the careful manner in which they had been
fastened. We determined not to kill the tortoise as yet, and contented
ourselves for the present with a breakfast on a few of the olives, and a
measure of water each, which latter we mixed half and half, with wine,
finding great relief and strength from the mixture, without the
distressing intoxication which had ensued upon drinking the port. The sea
was still far too rough for the renewal of our efforts at getting up
provision from the storeroom. Several articles, of no importance to us in
our present situation, floated up through the opening during the day, and
were immediately washed overboard. We also now observed that the hulk lay
more along than ever, so that we could not stand an instant without
lashing ourselves. On this account we passed a gloomy and uncomfortable
day. At noon the sun appeared to be nearly vertical, and we had no doubt
that we had been driven down by the long succession of northward and
northwesterly winds into the near vicinity of the equator. Toward evening
we saw several sharks, and were somewhat alarmed by the audacious manner
in which an enormously large one approached us. At one time, a lurch
throwing the deck very far beneath the water, the monster actually swam in
upon us, floundering for some moments just over the companion-hatch, and
striking Peters violently with his tail. A heavy sea at length hurled him
overboard, much to our relief. In moderate weather we might have easily
captured him.
July 26. This morning, the wind having greatly abated, and the sea not
being very rough, we determined to renew our exertions in the storeroom.
After a great deal of hard labor during the whole day, we found that
nothing further was to be expected from this quarter, the partitions of
the room having been stove during the night, and its contents swept into
the hold. This discovery, as may be supposed, filled us with despair.
July 27. The sea nearly smooth, with a light wind, and still from the
northward and westward. The sun coming out hotly in the afternoon, we
occupied ourselves in drying our clothes. Found great relief from thirst,
and much comfort otherwise, by bathing in the sea; in this, however, we
were forced to use great caution, being afraid of sharks, several of which
were seen swimming around the brig during the day.
July 28. Good weather still. The brig now began to lie along so alarmingly
that we feared she would eventually roll bottom up. Prepared ourselves as
well as we could for this emergency, lashing our tortoise, waterjug, and
two remaining jars of olives as far as possible over to the windward,
placing them outside the hull below the main-chains. The sea very smooth
all day, with little or no wind.
July 29. A continuance of the same weather. Augustus’s wounded arm began
to evince symptoms of mortification. He complained of drowsiness and
excessive thirst, but no acute pain. Nothing could be done for his relief
beyond rubbing his wounds with a little of the vinegar from the olives,
and from this no benefit seemed to be experienced. We did every thing in
our power for his comfort, and trebled his allowance of water.
July 30. An excessively hot day, with no wind. An enormous shark kept
close by the hulk during the whole of the forenoon. We made several
unsuccessful attempts to capture him by means of a noose. Augustus much
worse, and evidently sinking as much from want of proper nourishment as
from the effect of his wounds. He constantly prayed to be relieved from
his sufferings, wishing for nothing but death. This evening we ate the
last of our olives, and found the water in our jug so putrid that we could
not swallow it at all without the addition of wine. Determined to kill our
tortoise in the morning.
July 31. After a night
