Morgan Robertson

Morgan Robertson

Summary

Portrait of Morgan Robertson Morgan Robertson Down to the Sea — The Helix (1905)

What human mind can remain tranquil before such a violation of the laws of nature? Wonder and perplexity grew to terror. They clutched one another, and crouched down, with elbows raised, as though to ward off a blow. Swarth, pale and silent, stared at the rising orb; Yank Tate's face was a picture of childish fright as he helped Angel steer; Angel, doughty ex-missionary, steered a seamanly course, but cast the burden upon the Lord. With his eyes on the compass, his lips moved in prayer.
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Portrait of Morgan Robertson Morgan Robertson Down to the Sea — The Helix (1905)

How are you heading now?" asked Swarth, quietly, to the helmsman.
"South an' by east, sir," answered the man.
"Bring her due south when the wind comes. It's our course, but the Lord knows where it'll hit us from. Angel," he called, "haul down the jib and clew up the foresail and fore topgallant-sail."
As he spoke a white light blinded them, and deafening report shook the whole fabric of hull, spar, and cordage. For a time not a man aboard could see or hear, though they could feel a warm deluge of rain and a furious blast of wind which seemingly came from all directions.
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Portrait of Morgan Robertson Morgan Robertson Down to the Sea — The Helix (1905)

The jury mainmast had stood the pressure well; but as the mutton-leg made steering before that furious wind too difficult for safety, Swarth took it in—an awful job for those puffed and lacerated hands—and the craft sped on under her foresail, topsail, and fore topmast staysail. Then they lifted the dead man forward, but had not got him off the shattered poop before he wriggled and spoke, and they laid him down and questioned him.
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