William Clark Russell

William Clark Russell

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Portrait of William Clark Russell William Clark Russell The Frozen Pirate

Your blood doesn't course strong yet, and you are fresh from the furnace. Besides, it is blowing a bitter cold gale. Look at that sky and listen to the thunder of the sea!"
The commotion was indeed terribly uproarious. The spume as before was blowing in clouds of snow over the ice, and fled in very startling flashes of whiteness under the livid drapery of the sky. The wind itself sounded like the prolonged echo of a discharge of monster ordnance, and it screeched and whistled hideously where it struck the peaks and edges of the cliffs and swept through the schooner's masts.
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Portrait of William Clark Russell William Clark Russell The Frozen Pirate

The posture of the little berg pointed the schooner's head seawards, about west; the ice-terraces of the island lay with the wild strange gleam of their own snow radiance upon them upon the larboard quarter; around the schooner was the whiteness of her frozen seat, and her outline was an inky, exquisitely defined configuration upon it; above the crystal wall on the larboard bow rose the spume of the breaking surge in pallid bodies, glancing for an instant, and sometimes shaking a thunder into the ship when a portion of the seething water was flung by the wind upon the forecastle deck
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Portrait of William Clark Russell William Clark Russell The Frozen Pirate

Here he struggled with recollection, continuing to stare at me from under his shaggy eyebrows as if I was some frightful vision.
"I am a shipwrecked British mariner," said I, "and have been cast away upon this ice, where I found your schooner."
"Ha!" he interrupted with prodigious vehemence, "certainly; we are frozen up—I remember. That sleep should serve my memory so!" He made as if to rise, but sat again. "The cold is numbing; it would weaken a lion. Give me a hot drink, sir."
I filled a pannikin with the melted wine, which he swallowed thirstily.
"More!" cried he. "I seem to want life."
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