DECEMBER 6.—I must have fallen asleep for a few hours, when, at four o'clock in the morning, I was rudely aroused by the roaring of the wind, and could distinguish Curtis's voice as he shouted in the brief intervals¹ between the heavy gusts².  
I got up, and holding tightly to the purlin—for the waves made the masts tremble with their violence—I tried to look around and below me. The sea was literally³ raging beneath, and great masses of livid-looking foam⁴ were dashing between the masts, which were oscillating terrifically. It was still dark, and I could only faintly distinguish two figures in the stern, whom, by the sound of their voices, that I caught occasionally above the tumult⁵, I made out to be Curtis and the boatswain.
 
Just at that moment a sailor, who had mounted to the main-top to do something to the rigging, passed close behind me.
 
"What's the matter?" I asked.
 
"The wind has changed," he answered, adding something which I could not hear distinctly, but which sounded like "dead against us."
 
Dead against us! then, thought I, the wind had shifted to the southwest, and my last night's forebodings had been correct.
 
When daylight at length appeared, I found the wind, although not blowing actually from the southwest, had veered⁶ round to the northwest, a change which was equally disastrous⁷ to us, inasmuch as it was carrying us away from land. Moreover, the ship had sunk considerably⁸ during the night, and there were now five feet of water above deck; the side netting had completely disappeared, and the forecastle and the poop were now all but on a level with the sea, which washed over them incessantly⁹. With all possible expedition Curtis and his crew were laboring¹⁰ away at their raft, but the violence of the swell¹¹ materially impeded¹² their operations, and it became a matter of doubt as to whether the woodwork would not fall asunder¹³ before it could be properly fastened together.
 
As I watched the men at their work, M. Letourneur, with one arm supporting his son, came out and stood by my side.
 
"Don't you think this main-top will soon give way?" he said, as the narrow platform on which we stood creaked and groaned¹⁴ with the swaying of the masts.

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