Books with title Castaways

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Excerpt from The CastawaysThinking of the many times I have eaten in this place, said Carstairs. Day after day, year after year. It has all passed like a dream.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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It is but a short time since the breath departed from his body; and judging by the appearance of the others, it may not be long before they will all follow him into another world. How weak and emaciated they appear, as if in the last stage of starvation! The boy and girl lie along the stern-sheets, with wasted arms, embracing each other. The tall man sits on one of the benches, gazing mechanically upon the corpse at his feet; while the other three also have their eyes upon it, though with very different expressions. That upon the face of the Irishman is of sadness, as if for the loss of an old shipmate; the Malay looks on with the impassive tranquillity peculiar to his race; while in the sunken orbs of the nondescript can be detected a look that speaks of a horrible craving—the craving of cannibalism.The scene described, and the circumstances which have led to it, call for explanation. It is easily given. The tall dark-bearded man is Captain Robert Redwood, the skipper of an American merchant-vessel, for some time trading among the islands of the Indian Archipelago. The Irishman is his ship-carpenter, the Malay his pilot, while the others are two common sailors of his crew. The boy and girl are his children, who, having no mother or near relatives at home, have been brought along with him on his trading voyage to the Eastern Isles. The vessel passing from Manilla, in the Philippines, to the Dutch settlement of Macassar, in the island of Celebes, has been caught in a typhoon and swamped near the middle of the Celebes Sea; her crew have escaped in a boat—the pinnace—but saved from death by drowning only to find, most of them, the same watery grave after long-procrastinated suffering from thirst, from hunger, from all the agonies of starvation.One after another have they succumbed, and been thrown overboard, until the survivors are only six in number. And these are but skeletons, each looking as if another day, or even another hour, might terminate his wretched existence.

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A boat upon the open sea—no land in sight!It is an open boat, the size and form showing it to be the pinnace of amerchant-ship.It is a tropical sea, with a fiery sun overhead, slowly coursing through a skyof brilliant azure.The boat has neither sail nor mast. There are oars, but no one is usingthem. They lie athwart the tholes, their blades dipping in the water, with nohand upon the grasp.And yet the boat is not empty. Seven human forms are seen within it,—sixof them living, and one dead.Of the living, four are full-grown men; three of them white, the fourth of anumber-brown, or bistre colour. One of the white men is tall, dark andbearded, with features bespeaking him either a European or an American,though their somewhat elongated shape and classic regularity would lead toa belief that he is the latter, and in all probability a native of New York. Andso he is.The features of the white man sitting nearest to him are in strange contrastto his, as is also the colour of his hair and skin. The hair is of a carrotyshade, while his complexion, originally reddish, through long exposure to atropical sun exhibits a yellowish, freckled appearance. The countenance somarked is unmistakably of Milesian type. So it should be, as its owner is anIrishman.The third white man, of thin, lank frame, with face almost beardless, palecadaverous cheeks, and eyes sunken in their sockets, and there rollingwildly, is one of those nondescripts who may be English, Irish, Scotch, orAmerican. His dress betokens him to be a seaman, a common sailor.He of the brown complexion, with flat spreading nose, high cheek-bones,oblique eyes, and straight, raven black hair, is evidently a native of the East,a Malay.

The boat has neither sail nor mast. There are oars, but no one is using them. They lie athwart the tholes, their blades dipping in the water, with no hand upon the grasp. And yet the boat is not empty. Seven human forms are seen within it,—six of them living, and one dead. Of the living, four are full-grown men; three of them white, the fourth of an umber-brown, or bistre colour. One of the white men is tall, dark and bearded, with features bespeaking him either a European or an American, though their somewhat elongated shape and classic regularity would lead to a belief that he is the latter, and in all probability a native of New York. And so he is.

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The boat has neither sail nor mast. There are oars, but no one is using them. They lie athwart the tholes, their blades dipping in the water, with no hand upon the grasp. And yet the boat is not empty. Seven human forms are seen within it,—six of them living, and one dead. Of the living, four are full-grown men; three of them white, the fourth of an umber-brown, or bistre colour. One of the white men is tall, dark and bearded, with features bespeaking him either a European or an American, though their somewhat elongated shape and classic regularity would lead to a belief that he is the latter, and in all probability a native of New York. And so he is.