The Survivors of the Chancellor: Chapter 29

Chapter 29

CHAPTER XXIX.

DECEMBER 7th.--The ship was sinking rapidly; the water had risen
to the fore-top; the poop and forecastle were completely
submerged; the top of the bowsprit had disappeared, and only the
three mast-tops projected from the waves.

But all was ready on the raft; an erection had been made on the
fore to hold a mast, which was supported by shrouds fastened to
the sides of the platform; this mast carried a large royal.

Perhaps, after all, these few frail planks will carry us to the
shore which the "Chancellor" has failed to reach; at any rate, we
cannot yet resign all hope.

We were just on the point of embarking at 7 a.m. when the
"Chancellor" all at once began to sink so rapidly that the
carpenter and men who were on the raft were obliged with all
speed to cut the ropes that secured it to the vessel to prevent
it from being swallowed up in the eddying waters.  Anxiety, the
most intense, took possession of us all.  At the very moment when
the ship was descending into the fathomless abyss, the raft, our
only hope of safety, was drifting off before our eyes.  Two of
the sailors and an apprentice, beside themselves with terror,
threw themselves headlong into the sea; but it was evident from
the very first that they were quite powerless to combat the winds
and waves.  Escape was impossible; they could neither reach the
raft, nor return to the ship.  Curtis tied a rope round his waist
and tried to swim to their assistance; but long before he could
reach them the unfortunate men, after a vain struggle for life,
sank below the waves and were seen no more.  Curtis, bruised and
beaten with the surf that raged about the mast-heads, was hauled
back to the ship.

Meantime, Dowlas and his men, by means of some spars which they
used as oars, were exerting themselves to bring back the raft,
which had drifted about two cables-lengths away; but, in spite of
all their efforts, it was fully an hour,--an hour which seemed to
us, waiting as we were with the water up to the level of the top-
masts, like an eternity--before they succeeded in bringing the
raft alongside, and lashing it once again to the "Chancellor's"
main-mast.

Not a moment was then to be lost.  The waves were eddying like a
whirlpool around the submerged vessel, and numbers of enormous
air-bubbles were rising to the surface of the water.

The time was come.  At Curtis's word "Embark!"  we all hurried to
the raft.  Andre who insisted upon seeing Miss Herbey go first,
was helped safely on to the platform, where his father
immediately joined him.  In a very few minutes all except Curtis
and old O'Ready had left the "Chancellor."

Curtis remained standing on the main-top, deeming it not only his
duty, but his right, to be the last to leave the vessel he had
loved so well, and the loss of which he so much deplored.

"Now then, old fellow off of this!"  cried the captain to the old
Irishman, who did not move.

"And is it quite sure ye are that she's sinkin?"  he said.

"Ay, ay!  sure enough, my man; and you'd better look sharp."

"Faith, then, and I think I will;" and not a moment too soon (for
the water was up to his waist) he jumped on to the raft.

Having cast one last, lingering look around him, Curtis then left
the ship; the rope was cut and we went slowly adrift.

All eyes were fixed upon the spot where the "Chancellor" lay
foundering.  The top of the mizen was the first to disappear,
then followed the main-top; and soon, of what had been a noble
vessel, not a vestige was to be seen.

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