Like tens of thousands of others on this coast in all ages, they
perished, every one of them--and that was the reward of their
wickedness.
Giving thanks to God, Who had brought them out of that danger against
their wills, Nehushta crept back to the cabin and told her mistress what
had passed.
"May they find pardon," said Rachel, shuddering; "but as for us, it will
matter little whether we are drowned in the boat or upon the galley."
"I do not think that we shall drown," answered Nehushta.
"How are we to escape it, Nou? The ship lies upon the rock, where the
great waves will batter her to pieces. Feel how she shakes beneath their
blows, and see the spray flying over us."
"I do not know, mistress; but we shall not drown."
Nehushta was right, for after they had remained fast a little longer
they were saved, thus: Suddenly the wind dropped, then it rose again in
a last furious squall, driving before it a very mountain of water. This
vast billow, as it rushed shorewards, caught the galley in its white
arms and lifted her not only off the rock whereon she lay, but over the
further reefs, to cast her down again upon a bed of sand and shells,
within a stone's throw of the beach, where she remained fast, never to
shift more.
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