There is no need of going into an extended recital of our suffering in the small boat during the many days we were driven and drifted, here and there, willy-nilly, across the ocean.The high wind blew from the northwest for twenty-four hours, when it fell calm, and in the night sprang up from the southwest.This was dead in our teeth, but I took in the sea-anchor and set sail, hauling a course on the wind which took us in a south-southeasterly direction.It was an even choice between this and the west-northwesterly course which the wind permitted; but the warm airs of the south fanned my desire for a warmer sea and swayed my decision.
In three hours, -- it was midnight, I well remember, and as dark as I had ever seen it on the sea, -- the wind, still blowing out of the southwest, rose furiously, and once again I was compelled to set the sea-anchor.
Day broke and found me wan-eyed and the ocean lashed white, the boat pitching, almost on end, to its drag.We were in imminent danger of being swamped by the whitecaps.As it was, spray and spume came aboard in such quantities that I bailed without cessation.The blankets were soaking.
Everything was wet except Maud, and she, in oilskins, rubber boots, and sou'wester, was dry, all but her face and hands and a stray wisp of hair.
She relieved me at the bailing-hole from time to time, and bravely she threw out the water and faced the storm.All things are relative.It was no more than a stiff blow, but to us, fighting for life in our frail craft, it was indeed a storm.
Cold and cheerless, the wind beating on our faces, the white seas roaring by, we struggled through the day.Night came, but neither of us slept.
Day came, and still the wind beat on our faces and the white seas roared past.By the second night Maud was falling asleep from exhaustion.I covered her with oilskins and a tarpaulin.She was comparatively dry, but she was numb with the cold.I feared greatly that she might die in the night; but day broke, cold and cheerless, with the same clouded sky and beating wind and roaring seas.
I had had no sleep for forty-eight hours.I was wet and chilled to the marrow, till I felt more dead than alive.My body was stiff from exertion as well as from cold, and my aching muscles gave me the severest torture whenever I used them, and I used them continually.And all the time we were being driven off into the northeast, directly away from Japan and toward bleak Bering Sea.
And still we lived, and the boat lived, and the wind blew unabated.
In fact, toward nightfall of the third day it increased a trifle and something more.The boat's bow plunged under a crest, and we came through quarter-full of water.I bailed like a madman.The liability of shipping another such sea was enormously increased by the water that weighed the boat down and robbed it of its buoyancy.And another such sea meant the end.When I had the boat empty again I was forced to take away the tarpaulin which covered Maud, in order that might lash it down across the bow.It was well I did, for it covered the boat fully a third of the way aft, and three times, in the next several hours, it flung off the bulk of the down-rushing water when the bow shoved under the seas.
Maud's condition was pitiable.She sat crouched in the bottom of the boat, her lips blue, her face gray and plainly showing the pain she suffered.
But ever her eyes looked bravely at me, and ever her lips uttered brave words.
The worst of the storm must have blown that night, though little I noticed it.I had succumbed and slept where I sat in the stern-sheets.The morning of the fourth day found the wind diminished to a gentle whisper, the sea dying down and the sun shining upon us.Oh, the blessed sun! How we bathed our poor bodies in its delicious warmth, reviving like bugs and crawling things after a storm.We smiled again, said amusing things, and waxed optimistic over our situation.Yet it was, if anything, worse than ever.We were farther from Japan than the night we left the Ghost.Nor could I more than roughly guess our latitude and longitude.At a calculation of a two-mile drift per hour, during the seventy and odd hours of the storm, we had been driven at least one hundred and fifty miles to the northeast.But was such calculated drift correct? For all I knew, it might have been four miles per hour instead of two.In which case we were another hundred and fifty miles to the bad.
Where we were I did not know, though there was quite a likelihood that we were in the vicinity of the Ghost.There were seals about us, and I was prepared to sight a sealing schooner at any time.We did sight one, in the afternoon, when the northwest breeze had sprung up freshly once more.But the strange schooner lost itself on the sky-line and we alone occupied the circle of the sea.
Came days of fog, when even Maud's spirit drooped and there were no merry words upon her lips; days of calm, when we floated on the lonely immensity of sea, oppressed by its greatness and yet marvelling at the miracle of tiny life, for we still lived and struggled to live; days of sleet and wind and snow-squalls, when nothing could keep us warm; or days of drizzling rain, when we filled our water-breakers from the drip of the wet sail.
And ever I loved Maud with an increasing love.She was so many-sided, so many-mooded -- "protean-mooded" I called her.But called her this, and other and dearer things, in my thoughts only.Though the declaration of my love urged and trembled on my tongue a thousand times, I knew that it was no time for such a declaration.If for no other reason, it was no time, when one was protecting and trying to save a woman, to ask that woman for her love.Delicate as was the situation, not alone in this but in other ways, I flattered myself that I was able to deal delicately with it; and also I flattered myself that by look or sign I gave no advertisement of the love I felt for her.We were like good comrades, and we grew better comrades as the days went by.
