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The Survivors of the Chancellor, Tr. by E. Frewer. [Followed By] Martin Paz
The Survivors of the Chancellor Tr by E Frewer Martin Paz - Followed By Author:Jules Verne General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1875 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: I broke the dismal silence, saying "All over now, Curtis." " No, sir, not yet," he replied, " now that the papel is open we will set to work, and pour water with all our might down into the furnace, and may be, we shall put it out, even yet." " But how can you work your pumps while the deck is burning ? and how can you get at your men beyond that sheet of flame?" He made no answer to my impetuous questions, and finding that he had nothing more to say, I repeated that it was all over now. After a pause, he said, " As long as a plank of the ship remains to stand on, Mr. Kazalloa, I shall not give up my hope." But the conflagration raged with redoubled fury, the sea around us was lighted with a crimson glow, and the clouds above shone with a lurid glare. Long jets of fire darted across the hatchways, and we were forced to take refuge on the taffrail at the extreme end of the poop. Mrs. Kear was laid in the whale-boat that hung from the stern, Miss Herbey persisting to the last in retaining her post by her side. No pen could adequately portray the horrors of this fearful night. The "Chancellor" under bare poles, was driven, like a gigantic fire-ship with frightful velocity across the raging ocean; her very speed as it were, making "THIS FEARFUL NIGHT." Paft 64. common cause with the hurricane to fan the fire that was consuming her. Soon there could be no alternative between throwing ourselves into the sea, or perishing in the flames. But where, all this time, was the picrate ? perhaps, after all, Ruby had deceived us and there was no volcano, such as we dreaded, below our feet. At half-past elev...« less