A STORM AND ITS CONSEQUENCES.
"Farewell St. Petersburg, stately city! with thy flat green roofs, and
star-spangled domes! Farewell merry-hearted, sandy-haired Russians,
bearded Tartars, gay Circassians,-- never may we behold you again!
Farewell kwas and shtshee, and all the luxuries for too brief a time
enjoyed! Where are we going now,-- where!"
Such were the complaints which I was wont to pour out during the long
tedious voyage which succeeded. Whiskerandos never grumbled, it was not
in his nature; he quietly fed on his corn without uttering one
melancholy word: but I suspected that he, like myself, associated
sailors with rat pies; and to hear any one approach the hold, drove me
almost wild with terror.
That was a horrible voyage! A fearful tempest came on before the vessel
readied the place of her destination, whatever that might be. The winds
whistled and raged, and the ship reeled and plunged like a restive
horse; and again and again torrents of salt water came sweeping down
into the hold! Then, as the furious storm continued, the very seams of
the ship seemed to open like pores, to let in the sea, which was
knocking and raging without for admittance, till at length the hold
became like a ditch, which we rats could not cross but by swimming!
Then the pumps were set to work-- I could hear the men toiling at them
day and night; yet the water gained on them notwithstanding their
efforts. There were tremendous noises on deck; I fancied once or twice
that I could distinguish human cries; and what with the constant
splashing of the water as the vessel rolled heavily from side to side,
and the bumping and thumping of some casks that had got loose, and were
smashing against one another, and the shouting, and the roaring of wind
and waves, there was enough to stun and terrify any creature, be he
quadruped or biped!
Such of the corn as remained in our sack was becoming so soft from salt
water that it had acquired the consistence of a pudding. But we had now
no heart even to eat!
We had so often heard the captain's voice raised to give loud orders,
that we had ceased to pay any particular attention to them, little
dreaming that any would concern us further than as they regarded the
safety of the vessel. But at length the result of an order to lighten
the ship was speedily felt in the hold! Our sack (for we still made it
our hiding-place) was suddenly lifted with others; and before we had
time even to guess what was intended, splash we went into the sea!
Ugh! how the water bubbled in our ears! What frantic efforts we made to
free ourselves from the sack! Nor were those efforts without success,
for we had long ago gnawed the string which fastened its mouth: it
opened with the motion of the waves, and corn, rats and all, floated
upon the surface of the raging billows!
Down in two seconds went the corn, swallowed up by the sea; still we
struggled, drowning rats that we were, to save ourselves by desperate
swimming. Of course our strength must soon have been exhausted, and the
mighty green waves must have swept us to destruction, had not a barrel,
thrown out from the ship, been happily floating near us!
Whiskerandos saw this little island of hope. As for me, I was too much
frightened and confused to look around me; but I instinctively followed
where he led, and soon found myself, shivering, shaking, dripping with
wet, and looking as wretched as a rat can look, on the floating barrel
beside my friend!
How we shook our glistening sides, and shuddered and gazed
disconsolately round us on the wide waste of waters, lashed into long
streaks of angry foam! Alas! there was no land in sight; but then the
white mist rested on the horizon, which shut out the distant view.
"If we are not drowned we shall be starved!" exclaimed I, very
piteously, to Whiskerandos. Alas! our barrel was empty.
Oh! the misery endured that day, and the terrible night which succeeded!
We had no resource but to gnaw at the tasteless wood. We were surrounded
with water, yet perishing with thirst! pinched by hunger, without hope
of relief! Better to have been drowned at once; better to have fallen by
the paw of a mouser, or to have been caught like my brothers in a trap,
than to be dying thus by inches on a barrel, tossed in the midst of the
sea!
But with the gray morning hope dawned! We perceived that our little
island had drifted near to some shore. The waves were now much more
quiet, and leapt on the beach with a pleasant murmur, and strove to roll
on, each farther than the other, like children merrily racing together.
"Could we not swim to the shore?" said Whiskerandos.
But I recoiled from the dangerous attempt. "No, no; some wave will roll
the barrel on the beach," I replied; "no more struggling in the water
for me!"
And the waves, bearing the barrel on their green backs, seemed often
ready to land it safely on shore, but each time changed their minds,
and kept it bobbing up and down, while they retired back with a grating
noise over the pebbles, as if mocking our distress and impatience.
"We are farther off now than we were ten minutes ago," said
Whiskerandos. "Perhaps the tide is on the turn. Pluck up a brave heart,
and let's dash in like rats!" and he plunged fearlessly into the water.
But for the sharp spur of hunger, I fear that I should have left him to
make the bold attempt alone; but, famished as I was, I resolved to swim
for my life. With a sudden effort I sprang into the waves; and so,
following in the wake of my companion, I struggled in safety to the
shore!
Oh! the delight of feeling dry ground again!-- of standing once more on
the firm, solid earth! Never, never again, I firmly resolved, would I
venture in any vessel, or trust my life to the mercy of the billows that
had so nearly accomplished our destruction.