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Title: Dog-watches at sea
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: King, Stanton Henry
Subjects: Sailors
Publisher: Boston, New York, Houghton, Mifflin and company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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nd thumped along his side, the bumkin forhis port main brace, and the boat hanging athis after davits. It was well the yards ofboth vessels were braced in opposite direc-tions. Had they been otherwise, so that wecould have entangled each others rigging,there is no telling what the result might havebeen. We kept going astern for about three hun-dred yards, when both our anchors were letgo and all the chain in the lockers paid out.As the sternway was checked by the strainof the mooring chains, our brig began toshow her antics. Up and down she bobbedand curtsied. Her bow was buried in thesea at one moment, and in another was liftedhigh, as though she were resting on her stern.The old-fashioned windlass began to showsigns of weakness, as though it was beingtorn from the deck by the incessant jerkingof the anchor chains. A new coil of rope was hauled up from thelazaret, and with blocks from the boatswainslocker we rove off two long tackles. Wrap-ping strong straps on each anchor chain for-
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WE SMASHED A PART OF OUR BULWARKS fiJfrLiO Li ON A LEE SHORE 21 ward of the windlass just inside the hawsepipes, under the small topgallant forecastle, wehooked on the falls, overhauling them till theafter blocks could reach the straps placedaround the lower part of the mainmast. Asshe buried her nose we got a strain on thetackles which relieved the windlass from thesevere jerking of the chains. I was as busy as any one in this work ondeck. Though a mere lad, not fourteen, Icould hold a turn, pass this and the otherthing, and help in many ways. We were ondeck the rest of the night, clearing up thewreck and expecting every moment to seethe chain tackles eased by the parting of thecables, and our ship dashed to pieces on therocks of the shore. Fortunately we hadsome grain in our vessel, or surely she wouldhave rolled over that night. At daylight, after a night of dreadful anx-iety and suspense, we made fast the Englishensign under the jib boom, tying a piece ofiron at the lower part to

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