CHAPTER XXIII.

Some moments later I met Captain Corsican, and told him of the scene I

had just witnessed. He understood, as well as I did, that the situation

of affairs was growing more and more serious. Ah! could I have foreseen

all that would happen, how I should have longed to hasten the speed of

the “Great Eastern,” and put the broad ocean between Fabian and Harry

Drake!

On leaving each other, Captain Corsican and I agreed to watch the actors

in this drama more narrowly than ever.

The “Australasian,” a Cunard steamer, running between Liverpool and New

York, was expected this day. She was to leave America on Wednesday

morning, and therefore would not be long before passing us. A watch was

kept; however, she did not come in sight.

About eleven o’clock the English passengers organized a subscription on

behalf of the wounded on board, some of whom had not been able to leave

the hospital; among them was the boatswain, threatened with an incurable

lameness. There was soon a long list of signatures, not however, without

some objections having been raised.

At noon a very exact observation was able to be made—

Long. 58°, 37´ W.

Lat. 41° 41´ 11´ N.

Course, 257 miles.

We had the latitude to a second. When the young engaged couple read the

notice they did not look remarkably pleased, and they had good reason to

be discontented with the steam.

Before lunch, Captain Anderson wishing to divert the passengers from the

tedium of their long voyage, arranged some gymnastic exercises, which he

directed in person. About fifty unemployed men, each armed, like

himself, with a stick, imitated all his movements with a strict

exactitude. These improvised gymnasts, with their firm set mouths,

worked as methodically as a band of riflemen on parade.

Another entertainment was announced for this evening. I was not present,

for the same amusement, night after night, only wearied me. A new paper,

a rival of the “Ocean Times,” was to be the great attraction.

I passed the first hours of the night on deck; the sea heaved, and gave

warning of stormy weather, and although the sky was perfectly serene,

the rolling grew more emphasized. Lying on a seat of the upper deck, I

could admire the host of constellations with which the firmament was

bespangled, and although there are only 5000 stars, in the whole extent

of the celestial sphere, which are visible to the naked eye, this

evening I thought I could see millions. There, along the horizon,

trailed the tail of Pegasus, in all its zodiacal magnificence, like the

starry robe of the queen of fairies. The Pleiades ascended the celestial

heights with Gemini, who, in spite of their name, do not rise one after

the other, like the heroes of the fable. Taurus looked down on me with

his great fiery eye, whilst Vega, our future polar-star, shone

brilliantly, high up in the azure vault, and not far from her was the

circle of diamonds, which form the constellation of Corona Borealis. All

these stationary constellations seemed to move with the pitching of the

vessel, and in one lurch I saw the main-mast describe a distinct arc of

a circle from β, in the Great Bear, to Altair in the Eagle, whilst the

moon, already low in the heavens, dipped her crescent in the horizon.

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