William Clark Russell

William Clark Russell

Summary

Portrait of William Clark Russell William Clark Russell "Jackson," or The story of a sea dog (1890)

It was a sight to strike terror to the stoutest heart. What I feared at first thought was that he would swamp the boat, for he threatened every moment to rise from his kneeling position. To turn the boat over meant quick and sure death for us all, for not one of us had strength enough to swim a stroke. But no, the maniac had other ends in view. With a deep prolonged growl he threw himself upon the poor steward and seizing the terror-stricken man with his huge hands he drew him into his lap as if he weighed no more than four stone.
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Portrait of William Clark Russell William Clark Russell "Jackson," or The story of a sea dog (1890)

I cannot express what comfort I found in having that poor beast on my shoulders close to me, barking, and then giving a little growl as though to hearten me, and then licking my face. At last he fell silent. The gray of the dawn was stealing into the sky. I said, 'Jackson, how is it with you, poor beast?' He didn't answer: I spoke again, and finding him still silent I pulled him down and found he was dead. I was too weak, too near my own death to cry
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