The misfortune was that they simply “lay where they fell” like so many logs, so that a promenade upon the upper deck could only be enjoyed at the risk of trampling upon some prostrate Arab, Turk, or Jew. I thought of Thackeray’s description of “the white squall famous” which he encountered nearly forty years ago in the Levant. Many of his lines were appropriate to the situation on board the Charles Quint as, tossed about upon the raging sea, she resolutely fought her way onwards towards her destination:—
Then the Greeks they groan’d and quiver’d,
And they knelt and moan’d and shiver’d,
As the plunging waters met them
And splash’d and overset them;
And they call in their emergence
Upon countless saints and virgins;
And their marrow-bones are bended,
And they think the world is ended.
And the Turkish women for’ard