THE night of the 29th continued.—It was not yet midnight; the darkness was most profound, and we could see nothing. But was it probable that we had stranded¹ on the coast of America?  
Very shortly after the ship had thus come to a stand-still a clanking of chains was heard proceeding² from her bows.
 
"That is well," said Curtis; "Walter and the boatswain have cast both the anchors. Let us hope they will hold."
 
Then, clinging to the netting, he clambered along the starboard side, on which the ship had heeled, as far as the flames would allow him. He clung to the holdfasts of the shrouds³, and in spite of the heavy seas that dashed against the vessel⁴ he maintained his position for a considerable time, evidently listening to some sound that had caught his ear in the midst of the tempest. In about a quarter of an hour he returned to the poop.
 
"Heaven be praised!" he said, "the water is coming in, and perhaps may get the better of the fire."
 
"True," said I, "but what then?"
 
"That," he replied, "is a question for bye-and-bye. We can think now only of the present."
 
Already I fancied that the violence of the flames was somewhat abated⁵, and that the two opposing elements were in fierce contention⁶. Some plank⁷ in the ship's side was evidently stove in, admitting free passage for the waves. But how, when the water had mastered the fire, should we be able to master the water? Our natural course would be to use the pumps, but these, in the very midst of the conflagration⁸, were quite unavailable.
 
For three long hours, in anxious suspense⁹, we watched, and waited. Where we were we could not tell. One thing alone was certain; the tide was ebbing¹⁰ beneath us, and the waves were relaxing in their violence. Once let the fire be extinguished, and then, perhaps, there would be room to hope that the next high tide would set us afloat.
 
Toward half-past four in the morning the curtain of fire and smoke, which had shut off communication between the two extremities¹¹ of the ship, became less dense¹², and we could faintly distinguish that party of the crew who had taken refuge in the forecastle; and before long, although it was impracticable to step upon the deck, the lieutenant¹³ and the boatswain contrived¹⁴ to clamber over the gunwale, along the rails, and joined Curtis on the poop.
 
Here they held a consultation¹⁵,............