The answer was in the affirmative; but it was scarcely given when the ship struck heavily, and, her keel cutting the sand, she thus became, as it seemed, firmly fixed. Then arose the cry from many mouths—
“We are lost! we are lost!”
“Silence!” exclaimed Captain Order; “until every effort has been made to get her off, let no one under my command say that.”
Chapter Twelve.
When a captain finds his ship on shore, even though he is in no way to blame, he feels as did Captain Order, that a great misfortune has happened to him. No sooner was the Proserpine’s way stopped, than the ice drifting down the river began to collect round her. Still the captain did not despair of getting her off. The boats were hoisted out for the purpose of carrying out an anchor to heave her off; but the ice came down so thickly with the ebb, which had begun to make, that they were again hoisted in, and all hands were employed in shoring up the ship to prevent her falling over on her side. Scarcely was this done when huge masses of ice came drifting down with fearful force directly on the ship, carrying away the shores as if they were so many reeds, and tearing off large sheets of the copper from her counter.
“I told you that matters might be worse. What do you think of the state of things?” said Bruff to Paul.
“That they are very bad; but I heard the captain say just now that he still hopes to get off,” answered Paul. “I suppose that he is right on the principle Mr Devereux always advocates, ‘Never to give in while the tenth part of a chance remains.’”
“Oh, Devereux is a fortunate man. He is a lieutenant, and will be a commander before long, and so looks on the bright side of everything, while I am still a wretched old mate, and have a right to expect the worst,” answered Bruff, with some little bitterness in his tone. “I ought to have been promoted for that cutting-out affair.”