Frederick Marryat

Frederick Marryat

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Portrait of Frederick Marryat Frederick Marryat The Naval Officer — Chapter XIX (1895)

The unhappy captain, who, till that moment, might have entertained some faint hope from the lurking compassion which he perceived I felt for him, now resigned himself to despair of a more sullen and horrible aspect. He sat himself down on one of the hen-coops, and gazed on us with a ghastly eye. I cannot remember ever seeing a more shocking picture of human misery.
While I looked at him, the black man, Mungo, who belonged to the ship, sprang overboard from the boat, and swam back to the wreck.
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Portrait of Frederick Marryat Frederick Marryat The Naval Officer — Chapter XIX (1895)

I could not help mentally adoring the works of the Creator, and my heart sunk within me at my own insignificance, folly, and wickedness.
As we were now running along the shore, looking for our landing-place, and just going to take in the sail, the American captain, who sat close to the man at the helm, seemed attentively watching something on the larboard bow of the boat. In an instant he exclaimed, "Put your helm, my good fellow, port-hard." These words he accompanied with a push of the helm so violent, as almost to throw the man overboard who sat on the larboard quarter.
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Portrait of Frederick Marryat Frederick Marryat The Naval Officer — Chapter XIX (1895)

Although in some measure I participated in their angry feeling, yet I could not reconcile myself to leave a fellow-creature thus to perish, even in the pit which he had dug for others, and this too at a time when we needed every indulgence from the Almighty for ourselves, and every assistance from his hand to conduct us into a port.
"He deserves to die; it is all his own doings," said they; "come into the boat yourself, Sir, or we must shove off without you."
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