[Fritz and Eric by John Conroy Hutcheson]@TWC D-Link bookFritz and Eric CHAPTER TWENTY TWO 12/14
Soon arter this, the fog lifted when those on board were frit by seein' right over their heads apparently, those very terrific-lookin' cliffs you see in front, just thaar--only thet they wer close into 'em, not more nor half a cable's length off, an' the heavy seas, sich as you ken now see runnin' up the face of the rocky wall thaar, wer breaking boldly right over the shep--" "And," interrupted Fritz, "what happened then ?" "What could you expect ?" replied the skipper.
"I guess she wer beaten into matchwood in five minutes; although, won'erful to say, the hull of the passengers, ladies an' all, wer got ashore safely, only one man bein' drowned--an' it sarved him right, as he was one of the crew who tried to escape when the shep first struck, an' leave all the rest to perish! They wer all got to land by a hawser rigged from a peak of projectin' rock to a bit of the wreck; an' the ladies, I read, mister, an' all o' them, lived from July to November on penguins an' seal flesh, which they cooked in part of an iron buoy that they sawed in half fur a kittle, shelterin' themselves from the cold in tents thet they made out of the vessel's sails.
I reckon, mister, you'll be kinder better provided fur an' lodged, hey ?" "Yes, thanks to your kindness," said Fritz; "but the island seems completely encompassed by this rocky wall.
I don't see where and how we're going to land and get our things on shore!" "Don't you ?" chuckled the skipper.
"I guess you'll soon see how we'll fix it." Presently, Fritz's doubts were solved. When the _Pilot's Bride_ had worked her way well to windward of the island, the captain fetched down towards the eastern side, where, on rounding a point, a narrow bay lay right before the ship, quite sheltered from the rough swell and wind that reigned paramount on the other side of the coast, storming and beating against the wall-like cliffs in blind fury! Here, it was as calm as a mill pond; so, the ship was brought to an anchor right in front of a pretty little waterfall that leaped its way by a series of cascades from the cliff above to a level plateau at the base, where a narrow belt of low ground extended for about a mile in front of the bay, its seaweed face being bordered by a broad sandy beach of black sand. "Oh, that is pretty!" exclaimed Fritz and Eric, almost together in one breath.
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