Roy Norton

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Roy Norton,  Drowned Gold — Chapter 11 (1919)

“ Most of us had youth and the strength of youth. But one man aboard the boat had lost his life's work, and old Jimmy Martin was still sitting, absorbed, despondent, hopeless, when we caught a slowly moving wave, were rolled shorewards, and felt our keel grate on the sands of the beach. We stepped ashore, and stretched our cramped limbs on the earth of Martinique, that island which has passed into tragic fame. But a little walk around a friendly shoulder of land lay a tiny port of refuge, a village containing other and kindly men, and we who had survived had nothing physical to fear. ”
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Roy Norton,  Drowned Gold — Chapter 11 (1919)

“ The boats had pulled hurriedly away lest they be swamped, and just as I hit the water I heard the men in the port boat shout encouragement. Then came a suction that was like the clutch of a million tiny hands dragging me under, and I knew that the ship was taking her final plunge. I caught my breath, held it, and swam with frenzied upper strokes as I felt myself going down, ever deeper and deeper. It is possible for a man to live a very long time in a very few seconds! And a man drowning, I am convinced, uses both lobes of his brain for one of the few times in his life. ”
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Roy Norton,  Drowned Gold — Chapter 11 (1919)

“ It was a peaceful sea, a peaceful sky, and the ship herself seemed peaceably inclined. I heard Rogers, as he paced to and fro from wing to wing of the bridge, humming an overly-sentimental ballad from a music-hall, and then in an instant all was changed. From the crow's nest, where we kept a man constantly stationed, came a hail to the bridge:
"Something just come up off the port bow, sir, that looks to me like a submarine."
”
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