6/9 Toss out our provisions, Peterkin; and here, Ralph, lend a hand to haul up the boat. Look sharp." "Ay, ay, captain," we cried, as we hastened to obey, much cheered by the hearty manner of our comrade. We landed our provisions, wrung the water out of our garments, spread our sail below us for a carpet, and, after having eaten a hearty meal, began to feel quite cheerful. But as night drew on, our spirits sank again, for with the daylight all evidence of our security vanished away. We could no longer see the firm rock on which we lay, while we were stunned with the violence of the tempest that raged around us. |