The Punta Gorda herald. [volume] (Punta Gorda, Fla.) 1893-1958, 1908-09-24
FLUNG INTO THE SEA
Experience Of a Man Struggling
In Mldocean.
SENSATIONS OF DROWNING.
A TanaIe Of Wild Thoughts Combined
With Vague Notions Of Time and
spaoe--Ths Dreamy Dozs, the Res
cue and the Knife In His Back.

with Vague Notions Of Time and
sPaoe--Ths Dreamy Doze, the Res
cue and the Knife In His Back.
Standing on a chair near the deck
rail OF an ocean liner, sudden lurch
OF the vessel flung me into the Atlantic.
Instlnctively rs | went over held my
arms out for the dive, and while was
still falling | heard the cry ring out.
"Man overboardw
Down, down sank. for the fall was
from a considerable height Being able
to swim little, was spared the FIRST
mental agony experienced by the non.
swimmer who Unexpectedly finds him
self In deep water. The surprise
caused by the suddenness OF the fall
filled my brain, but as l struggled to
regain the surface, my lungs almost
bursting, the horrible thought Of the
propeller 'churning out It's 100 reyolu-
lions a minute flashed upon me.
Should be mangled beyond recogni-
ton In a second2 Oh, for another years
sweet lifel Would my leg be cut clean
Off or
could see the sky again, and took
great breath OF fresh air, though sick
with fear. Then I saw the steamer
had passed. l was spared mutilatlon
to die slowly by drowning.
How rapidly the steamer was vanish
ingl could catch glimpse Of II
when a green wave lifted me high in
the water. would only be able to
swim for ten mlnutesAten little min
utesl--though | was still In the prime
OF llfe Surely that cry rs fell would
have reused somebody to action! And
yet | was alone In the Atlantic, with
possibly two miles Of water between
me and the bottom.
| looked round anxlously to see
whether a lifebuoy had been thrown.
There was nothing In sight but wide
waste OF water and the fast disappear.
Ing steamer.
My arms were growing heavy. All |
tried to do was to keep my head above
water. but | seemed to have been do
Ing that for an hour. My legs, too,
were refusing to bend. The end could
not be far away.
My arms must both be broken, for
they would hardly move, and they
ached terribly. What long time a
man could keep nhoatl wGs vaguely
glad I could not swim very well, be-
cause Il would have meant waiting for
the end such long time. 1t made one
drowsy.
Another wave lifted me up, and
saw the steamer had changed Its posi-
ton. It must be going back to Eng
land to tell them at home what had
happened to me. How soothing the
sea vast II only I could stop trying to
work my arms that aching pain In
them would cease and might go to
sleep.
Sometimes when saw the ship,
which never seemed to get any farther
away now. remembered | was fight
ing for another minutes life, 1t had
been harder at first, but now the sea
lulled me into happiness.
What on earth were they playing at
on the steamer? had nearly caught 1t
up again, only somehow had got In
front of It. 1t grew bigger quickly,
and 1t was coming straight on. II
those ridiculous people were not care.
full they might run over me yet.
Perhaps II would be better to go to
sleep, after all. My arms were easier,
and I did not want to breathe so much
now. 1t was getting dark and ever so
much colder than It was last night,
The steward must give me an extra
blanket.
Why was everything so hazy aud the
room stuffy? could hardly breathe,
And yet 1t didn't matter. Nothing
mattered. but wished dreamily that
some one would stop digging q. knife
into my back. for was Just dropping
off to sleep nicely.
Next day I found the Knife had
been the point OF boat hook with
which they picked me up as came to
the surface The steamer had turned
In a circle and arrived just In time
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