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“Now I had time to sit quiet in the midst of the placid space I had made for myself, and rest from workin’ of the rudder. Truly it was a wonderful and marvellous thing to look at. The waves was roarin’ and leapin’ up all around me higher than the roof of this house, and sometimes their tops would reach over so that they nearly met and shut out all view of the stormy sky, which seemed as if it was bein’ torn to pieces by blazin’ lightnin’, while the thunder pealed so tremendous that it almost drowned the roar of the waves. Not only above and all around me was every thing terrific and fearful, but even under me it was the same, for there was a big crack in the bottom of the boat as wide as my hand, and through this I could see down into the water beneath, and there was–“

“Madam!” ejaculated Captain Bird, the hand which had been holding his pipe a few inches from his mouth now dropping to his knee; and at this motion the hands which held the pipes of the three other mariners dropped to their knees.

“Of course it sounds strange,” continued the widow, “but I know that people can see down into clear water, and the water under me was clear, and the crack was wide enough for me to see through, and down under me was sharks and swordfishes and other horrible water creatures, which I had never seen before, all driven into the bay, I haven’t a doubt, by the violence of the storm out at sea. The thought of my bein’ upset and fallin’ in among those monsters made my very blood run cold, and involuntary-like I began to turn the handle of the rudder, and in a moment I shot into a wall of ragin’ sea-water that was towerin’ around me. For a second I was fairly blinded and stunned, but I had the cork out of that oil-can in no time, and very soon–you’d scarcely believe it if I told you how soon–I had another placid mill-pond surroundin’ of me. I sat there a-pantin’ and fannin’ with my straw hat, for you’d better believe I was flustered, and then I began to think how long it would take me to make a line of mill-ponds clean across the head of the bay, and how much oil it would need, and whether I had enough. So I sat and calculated that if a tumblerful of oil would make a smooth place about seven yards across, which I should say was the width of the one I was in,–which I calculated by a measure of my eye as to how many breadths of carpet it would take to cover it,–and if the bay was two miles across betwixt our house and my sister-in-law’s, and, although I couldn’t get the thing down to exact figures, I saw pretty soon that I wouldn’t have oil enough to make a level cuttin’ through all those mountainous billows, and besides, even if I had enough to take me across, what would be the good of goin’ if there wasn’t any oil left to fill my sister-in-law’s lamp?

“While I was thinkin’ and calculatin’ a perfectly dreadful thing happened, which made me think if I didn’t get out of this pretty soon I’d find myself in a mighty risky predicament. The oil-can, which I had forgotten to put the cork in, toppled over, and before I could grab it every drop of the oil ran into the hind part of the boat, where it was soaked up by a lot of dry dust that was there. No wonder my heart sank when I saw this. Glancin’ wildly around me, as people will do when they are scared, I saw the smooth place I was in gettin’ smaller and smaller, for the kerosene was evaporatin’, as it will do even off woollen clothes if you give it time enough. The first pond I had come out of seemed to be covered up, and the great, towerin’, throbbin’ precipice of sea-water was a-closin’ around me.