lses and instincts of
brute beasts seemed to actuate our every movement.
For a moment the pangs of hunger were somewhat allayed; but some of us
revolted against the loathsome food, and were seized either with
violent nausea or absolute sickness. I must be pardoned for giving these
distressing details, but how otherwise can I depict the misery, moral
and physical, which we are enduring? And with it all, I dare not venture
to hope that we have reached the climax of our sufferings.
The conduct of Hobart during the scene that I have just described has
only served to confirm my previous suspicions of him. He took no part
in the almost fiendish energy with which we gnawed at our scraps of
leather, and although by his conduct and perpetual groanings, he might
be considered to be dying of inanition, yet to me he has the appearance
of being singularly exempt from the tortures which we are all enduring.
But whether the hypocrite is being sustained, by some secret store of
food, I have been unable to discover.
Whenever the breeze drops the heat is overpowering; but although our
allowance of water is very meagre, at present the pangs of hunger far
exceed the pain of thirst. It has often been remarked that extreme
thirst is far less endurable than extreme hunger. Is it possible that
still greater agonies are in store for us? I cannot, dare not, believe
it. Fortunately, the broken barrel still contains a few pints of water,
and the other one has not yet been opened. But I am glad to say that
notwithstanding our diminished numbers, and in spite of some opposition,
the captain has thought right to reduce the daily allowance to half a
pint for each person. As for the brandy, of which there is only a quart
now left, it has been stowed away safely in the stern of the raft.
This evening has ended the sufferings of another of our companions,
making our number now only fourteen. My attentions and Miss Herbey's
nursing could do nothing for Lieutenant Walter, and about half-past
seven he expired in my arms.
Before he died, in a few broken words he thanked Miss Herbey and myself
for the kindness we had shown him. A crumpled letter fell from his hand,
and in a voice that was scarcely audible from weakness, he said,--
"It is my mother's letter: the last I had from her--she was expecting me
home; but she will never see me more. Oh, put it to my lips--let me kiss
it before I die. Mother! mother! Oh my God!"
I placed the letter in his
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