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the jacket (the star-rover)-第69章

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I saw it first。  Arnold Bentham; his own death accepted; and Captain

Nicholl; well nigh accepting death; lay rolling like loose…bodied

dead men in the boat's bottom; and I was steering when I saw it。

The boat; foaming and surging with the swiftness of wind in its

sail; was uplifted on a crest; when; close before me; I saw the sea…

battered islet of rock。  It was not half a mile off。  I cried out;

so that the other two; kneeling and reeling and clutching for

support; were peering and staring at what I saw。



〃Straight for it; Daniel;〃 Captain Nicholl mumbled command。  〃There

may be a cove。  There may be a cove。  It is our only chance。〃



Once again he spoke; when we were atop that dreadful lee shore with

no cove existent。



〃Straight for it; Daniel。  If we go clear we are too weak ever to

win back against sea and wind。〃



He was right。  I obeyed。  He drew his watch and looked; and I asked

the time。  It was five o'clock。  He stretched out his hand to Arnold

Bentham; who met and shook it weakly; and both gazed at me; in their

eyes extending that same hand…clasp。  It was farewell; I knew; for

what chance had creatures so feeble as we to win alive over those

surf…battered rocks to the higher rocks beyond?



Twenty feet from shore the boat was snatched out of my control。  In

a trice it was overturned and I was strangling in the salt。  I never

saw my companions again。  By good fortune I was buoyed by the

steering…oar I still grasped; and by great good fortune a fling of

sea; at the right instant; at the right spot; threw me far up the

gentle slope of the one shelving rock on all that terrible shore。  I

was not hurt。  I was not bruised。  And with brain reeling from

weakness I was able to crawl and scramble farther up beyond the

clutching backwash of the sea。



I stood upright; knowing myself saved; and thanking God; and

staggering as I stood。  Already the boat was pounded to a thousand

fragments。  And though I saw them not; I could guess how grievously

had been pounded the bodies of Captain Nicholl and Arnold Bentham。

I saw an oar on the edge of the foam; and at certain risk I drew it

clear。  Then I fell to my knees; knowing myself fainting。  And yet;

ere I fainted; with a sailor's instinct I dragged my body on and up

among the cruel hurting rocks to faint finally beyond the reach of

the sea。



I was near a dead man myself; that night; mostly in stupor; only

dimly aware at times of the extremity of cold and wet that I

endured。  Morning brought me astonishment and terror。  No plant; not

a blade of grass; grew on that wretched projection of rock from the

ocean's bottom。  A quarter of a mile in width and a half mile in

length; it was no more than a heap of rocks。  Naught could I

discover to gratify the cravings of exhausted nature。  I was

consumed with thirst; yet was there no fresh water。  In vain I

tasted to my mouth's undoing every cavity and depression in the

rocks。  The spray of the gale so completely had enveloped every

portion of the island that every depression was filled with water

salt as the sea。



Of the boat remained nothingnot even a splinter to show that a

boat had been。  I stood possessed of my garments; a stout knife; and

the one oar I had saved。  The gale had abated; and all that day;

staggering and falling; crawling till hands and knees bled; I vainly

sought water。



That night; nearer death than ever; I sheltered behind a rock from

the wind。  A heavy shower of rain made me miserable。  I removed my

various coats and spread them to soak up the rain; but; when I came

to wring the moisture from them into my mouth; I was disappointed;

because the cloth had been thoroughly impregnated with the salt of

the ocean in which I had been immersed。  I lay on my back; my mouth

open to catch the few rain…drops that fell directly into it。  It was

tantalizing; but it kept my membranes moist and me from madness。



The second day I was a very sick man。  I; who had not eaten for so

long; began to swell to a monstrous fatnessmy legs; my arms; my

whole body。  With the slightest of pressures my fingers would sink

in a full inch into my skin; and the depressions so made were long

in going away。  Yet did I labour sore in order to fulfil God's will

that I should live。  Carefully; with my hands; I cleaned out the

salt water from every slight hole; in the hope that succeeding

showers of rain might fill them with water that I could drink。



My sad lot and the memories of the loved ones at Elkton threw me

into a melancholy; so that I often lost my recollection for hours at

a time。  This was a mercy; for it veiled me from my sufferings that

else would have killed me。



In the night I was roused by the beat of rain; and I crawled from

hole to hole; lapping up the rain or licking it from the rocks。

Brackish it was; but drinkable。  It was what saved me; for; toward

morning; I awoke to find myself in a profuse perspiration and quite

free of all delirium。



Then came the sun; the first time since my stay on the island; and I

spread most of my garments to dry。  Of water I drank my careful

fill; and I calculated there was ten days' supply if carefully

husbanded。  It was amazing how rich I felt with this vast wealth of

brackish water。  And no great merchant; with all his ships returned

from prosperous voyages; his warehouses filled to the rafters; his

strong…boxes overflowing; could have felt as wealthy as did I when I

discovered; cast up on the rocks; the body of a seal that had been

dead for many days。  Nor did I fail; first; to thank God on my knees

for this manifestation of His ever…unfailing kindness。  The thing

was clear to me:  God had not intended I should die。  From the very

first He had not so intended。



I knew the debilitated state of my stomach; and I ate sparingly in

the knowledge that my natural voracity would surely kill me did I

yield myself to it。  Never had sweeter morsels passed my lips; and I

make free to confess that I shed tears of joy; again and again; at

contemplation of that putrefied carcass。



My heart of hope beat strong in me once more。  Carefully I preserved

the portions of the carcass remaining。  Carefully I covered my rock

cisterns with flat stones so that the sun's rays might not evaporate

the precious fluid and in precaution against some upspringing of

wind in the night and the sudden flying of spray。  Also I gathered

me tiny fragments of seaweed and dried them in the sun for an

easement between my poor body and the rough rocks whereon I made my

lodging。  And my garments were drythe first time in days; so that

I slept the heavy sleep of exhaustion and of returning health。



When I awoke to a new day I was another man。  The absence of the sun

did not depress me; and I was swiftly to learn that God; not

forgetting me while I slumbered; had prepared other and wonderful

blessings for me。  I would have fain rubbed my eyes and looked

again; for; as far as I could see; the
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