DECEMBER 4.—The first attempt at mutiny being thus happily suppressed, it is to be hoped that Curtis will succeed as well in future. An insubordinate crew would render us powerless indeed.  
Throughout the night the pumps were kept, without respite¹, steadily² at work, but without producing the least sensible benefit. The ship became so water-logged and heavy that she hardly rose at all to the waves, which consequently often washed over the deck and contributed their part toward aggravating³ our case. Our situation was rapidly becoming as terrible as it had been when the fire was raging in the midst of us; and the prospect⁴ of being swallowed by the devouring⁵ billows was no less formidable than that of perishing in the flames.
 
Curtis kept the men up to the mark, and, willing or unwilling⁶, they had no alternative but to work on as best they might; but in spite of all their efforts, the water perpetually rose, till, at length, the men in the hold who were passing the buckets found themselves immersed up to their waists, and were obliged to come on deck.
 
This morning, after a somewhat protracted⁷ consultation⁸ with Walter and the boatswain, Curtis resolved to abandon the ship. The only remaining boat was far too small to hold us all, and it would therefore be necessary to construct a raft that should carry those who could not find room in her. Dowlas, the carpenter, Mr. Falsten, and ten sailors were told off to put the raft in hand, the rest of the crew being ordered to continue their work assiduously at the pumps, until the time came and everything was ready for embarkation⁹.
 
Hatchet¹⁰ or saw in hand, the carpenter and his assistants made a beginning without delay, by cutting and trimming the spare yards and extra spars to a proper length. These were then lowered into the sea—which was propitiously¹¹ calm—so as to favor the operation (which otherwise would have been very difficult) of lashing¹² them together into a firm framework, about forty feet long and twenty-five feet wide, upon which the platform was to be supported.
 
I kept my own place steadily at the pumps, and Andre Letourneur worked at my side. I often noticed his father glance at him sorrowfully, as though he wondered what would become of him if he had to struggle with waves to which even the strongest man could hardly fail to succumb¹³. But come what may, his father will never forsake¹⁴ him, and I myself shall not be wanting in rendering

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