CHAPTER VIII. THEY PUSH OFF, VELIS ET REMIS.
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And now to tell how, tempted by devil or good angel,
and a thousand miles from land, we embarked upon this
western voyage.
It was midnight, mark you, when our watch began; and
my turn at the helm now coming on was of course to be
avoided. On some plausible pretense, I induced our solitary
watchmate to assume it; thus leaving myself untrammeled,
and at the same time satisfactorily disposing of him. For
being a rather fat fellow, an enormous consumer of “duff,”
and with good reason supposed to be the son of a farmer, I
made no doubt, he would pursue his old course and fall to
nodding over the wheel. As for the leader of the watch—
our harpooneer—he fell heir to the nest of old jackets, under
the lee of the mizzen-mast, left nice and warm by his predecessor.
The night was even blacker than we had anticipated;
there was no trace of a moon; and the dark purple haze,
sometimes encountered at night near the Line, half shrouded
the stars from view.
Waiting about twenty minutes after the last man of the
previous watch had gone below, I motioned to Jarl, and we
slipped our shoes from our feet. He then descended into
the forecastle, and I sauntered aft toward the quarter-deck.
All was still. Thrice did I pass my hand full before the
face of the slumbering lubber at the helm, and right between
him and the light of the binnacle.
Mark, the harpooneer, was not so easily sounded. I feared
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to approach him. He lay quietly, though; but asleep or
awake, no more delay. Risks must be run, when time
presses. And our ears were a pointer's to catch a sound.
To work we went, without hurry, but swiftly and silently.
Our various stores were dragged from their lurking-places,
and placed in the boat, which hung from the ship's
lee side, the side depressed in the water, an indispensable
requisite to an attempt at escape. And though at sundown
the boat was to windward, yet, as we had foreseen, the vessel
having been tacked during the first watch, brought it to
leeward.
Endeavoring to manhandle our clumsy breaker, and lift
it into the boat, we found, that by reason of the intervention
of the shrouds, it could not be done without risking a
jar; besides straining the craft in lowering. An expedient,
however, though at the eleventh hour, was hit upon.
Fastening a long rope to the breaker, which was perfectly
tight, we cautiously dropped it overboard; paying out
enough line, to insure its towing astern of the ship, so as
not to strike against the copper. The other end of the line
we then secured to the boat's stern.
Fortunately, this was the last thing to be done; for the
breaker, acting as a clog to the vessel's way in the water,
so affected her steering as to fling her perceptibly into the
wind. And by causing the helm to work, this must soon
rouse the lubber there stationed, if not already awake.
But our dropping overboard the breaker greatly aided us in
this respect: it diminished the ship's headway; which
owing to the light breeze had not been very great at any
time during the night. Had it been so, all hope of escaping
without first arresting the vessel's progress, would have
been little short of madness. As it was, the sole daring of
the deed that night achieved, consisted in our lowering
away while the ship yet clove the brine, though but moderately.
All was now ready: the cranes swung in, the lashings
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adrift, and the boat fairly suspended; when, seizing the ends
of the tackle ropes, we silently stepped into it, one at each
end. The dead weight of the breaker astern now dragged
the craft horizontally through the air, so that her tackle
ropes strained hard. She quivered like a dolphin. Nevertheless,
had we not feared her loud splash upon striking the
wave, we might have quitted the ship almost as silently as
the breath the body. But this was out of the question,
and our plans were laid accordingly.
“All ready, Jarl?”
“Ready.”
“A man overboard!” I shouted at the top of my compass;
and like lightning the cords slid through our blistering
hands, and with a tremendous shock the boat bounded
on the sea's back. One mad sheer and plunge, one terrible
strain on the tackles as we sunk in the trough of the waves,
tugged upon by the towing breaker, and our knives severed
the tackle ropes—we hazarded not unhooking the blocks—
our oars were out, and the good boat headed round, with
prow to leeward.
“Man overboard!” was now shouted from stem to stern.
And directly we heard the confused tramping and shouting
of the sailors, as they rushed from their dreams into the
almost inscrutable darkness.
“Man overboard! Man overboard!” My heart smote
me as the human cry of horror came out of the black
vaulted night.
“Down helm!” was soon heard from the chief mate.
“Back the main-yard! Quick to the boats! How's this?
One down already? Well done! Hold on, then, those other
boats!”
Meanwhile several seamen were shouting as they strained
at the braces.
“Cut! cut all! Lower away! lower away!” impatiently
cried the sailors, who already had leaped into the
boats.
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“Heave the ship to, and hold fast every thing,” cried
the captain, apparently just springing to the deck. “One
boat's enough. Steward! show a light there from the
mizzen-top. Boat ahoy!—Have you got that man?”
No reply. The voice came out of a cloud; the ship
dimly showing like a ghost. We had desisted from rowing,
and hand over hand were now hauling in upon the rope
attached to the breaker, which we soon lifted into the boat,
instantly resuming our oars.
“Pull! pull, men! and save him!” again shouted the
captain.
“Ay, ay, sir,” answered Jarl instinctively, “pulling as
hard as ever we can, sir.”
And pull we did, till nothing could be heard from the
ship but a confused tumult; and, ever and anon, the hoarse
shout of the captain, too distant to be understood.
We now set our sail to a light air; and right into the
darkness, and dead to leeward, we rowed and sailed till
morning dawned.
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Melville, Herman, 1819-1891 [1849], Mardi and a voyage thither, volume 1 (Harper & Brothers, New York) [word count] [eaf275v1].