Part 35 (1/2)

”No one will sleep well, my poor children!” exclaimed the Italian sailor as he ran past, in answer to a call from the captain. The boy was on the point of replying with a ”good night” to his little friend, when an unexpected dash of water dealt him a violent blow, and flung him against a seat.

”My dear, you are bleeding!” cried the girl, flinging herself upon him.

The pa.s.sengers who were making their escape below, paid no heed to them.

The child knelt down beside Mario, who had been stunned by the blow, wiped the blood from his brow, and pulling the red kerchief from her hair, she bound it about his head, then pressed his head to her breast in order to knot the ends, and thus received a spot of blood on her yellow bodice just above the girdle. Mario shook himself and rose:

”Are you better?” asked the girl.

”I no longer feel it,” he replied.

”Sleep well,” said Giulietta.

”Good night,” responded Mario. And they descended two neighboring sets of steps to their dormitories.

The sailor's prediction proved correct. Before they could get to sleep, a frightful tempest had broken loose. It was like the sudden onslaught of furious great horses, which in the course of a few minutes split one mast, and carried away three boats which were suspended to the falls, and four cows on the bow, like leaves. On board the steamer there arose a confusion, a terror, an uproar, a tempest of shrieks, wails, and prayers, sufficient to make the hair stand on end. The tempest continued to increase in fury all night. At daybreak it was still increasing. The formidable waves das.h.i.+ng the craft transversely, broke over the deck, and smashed, split, and hurled everything into the sea. The platform which screened the engine was destroyed, and the water dashed in with a terrible roar; the fires were extinguished; the engineers fled; huge and impetuous streams forced their way everywhere. A voice of thunder shouted:

”To the pumps!” It was the captain's voice. The sailors rushed to the pumps. But a sudden burst of the sea, striking the vessel on the stern, demolished bulwarks and hatchways, and sent a flood within.

All the pa.s.sengers, more dead than alive, had taken refuge in the grand saloon. At last the captain made his appearance.

”Captain! Captain!” they all shrieked in concert. ”What is taking place?

Where are we? Is there any hope! Save us!”

The captain waited until they were silent, then said coolly; ”Let us be resigned.”

One woman uttered a cry of ”Mercy!” No one else could give vent to a sound. Terror had frozen them all. A long time pa.s.sed thus, in a silence like that of the grave. All gazed at each other with blanched faces. The sea continued to rage and roar. The vessel pitched heavily. At one moment the captain attempted to launch one life-boat; five sailors entered it; the boat sank; the waves turned it over, and two of the sailors were drowned, among them the Italian: the others contrived with difficulty to catch hold of the ropes and draw themselves up again.

After this, the sailors themselves lost all courage. Two hours later, the vessel was sunk in the water to the height of the port-holes.

A terrible spectacle was presented meanwhile on the deck. Mothers pressed their children to their b.r.e.a.s.t.s in despair; friends exchanged embraces and bade each other farewell; some went down into the cabins that they might die without seeing the sea. One pa.s.senger shot himself in the head with a pistol, and fell headlong down the stairs to the cabin, where he expired. Many clung frantically to each other; women writhed in horrible convulsions. There was audible a chorus of sobs, of infantile laments, of strange and piercing voices; and here and there persons were visible motionless as statues, in stupor, with eyes dilated and sightless,--faces of corpses and madmen. The two children, Giulietta and Mario, clung to a mast and gazed at the sea with staring eyes, as though senseless.

The sea had subsided a little; but the vessel continued to sink slowly.

Only a few minutes remained to them.

”Launch the long-boat!” shouted the captain.

A boat, the last that remained, was thrown into the water, and fourteen sailors and three pa.s.sengers descended into it.

The captain remained on board.

”Come down with us!” they shouted to him from below.

”I must die at my post,” replied the captain.

”We shall meet a vessel,” the sailors cried to him; ”we shall be saved!

Come down! you are lost!”