. Arctic researches, and life among the Esquimaux;. to keep warm in that bitternight. Through the rigging of our ship came the howling windand the driving snow, while the fierce waves played and leapedabout in the wildest fury. Yes, it was indeed a fearful sight, es-pecially as it was increased in horror by the dread uncertainty ofour own and our consorts continued safety. At length these our fears were in part fulfilled. Toward morn-ing the hurricane became stronger. Every blast seemed as ifabout to tear us from our hold, then lift us into the air and hurlus upon the rocks for destruction. Pr
. Arctic researches, and life among the Esquimaux;. to keep warm in that bitternight. Through the rigging of our ship came the howling windand the driving snow, while the fierce waves played and leapedabout in the wildest fury. Yes, it was indeed a fearful sight, es-pecially as it was increased in horror by the dread uncertainty ofour own and our consorts continued safety. At length these our fears were in part fulfilled. Toward morn-ing the hurricane became stronger. Every blast seemed as ifabout to tear us from our hold, then lift us into the air and hurlus upon the rocks for destruction. Presently our eyes caughtsight of the Rescue in a moment dashing before the storm towardthe dreaded shore. She had parted chain, and, with one bound,went hopelessly broadside on, amid the breakers at her ! thump! crash! crash! away the tottering masts! theropes, the bulwarks, the all of what was once the noble-looking,beautiful, and renowned schooner Rescue ! In and among therocks, with their jagged tops tearing her to pieces, and the boil-. THE RESCUE AXD EXPEDITION BOAT WBECKED. 143 ing surges driving over her decks, as the snow-storm poured itsheavy drift around, even as if it were a wondrous funeral sbroud,so did the doomed craft meet its fate. So, too, was my expedition boat torn from its moorings, and,sharing the Rescues sad end, doomed me also to a wreck of dis-appointment in the hopes I had cherished concerning her. Andall this we saw as, with startled gaze and anxious thought, westood on deck, powerless to save, and equally powerless to avertour own doom, if it should come. The night passed on. The morning light slowly and cheer-lessly pierced through the increasing thickness of falling snow asit flew past us on the driving wind. Dimly at first, then moredistinctly, but still in dread spectre-like form, loomed up the rug-ged island scene, with its wrecks and desolation. Figures all butindistinct were moving about, and the two ships were poundingupon the rocks, t
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