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SCENES IN INDIA. 
quarter-gallery on that side, swamping the cabin into 
which the poor lady before spoken of had retired for 
the night. The force of the water was so great, that 
it dashed open the door of the cabin, and its fair occu- 
pant was borne head foremost into the cuddy, dripping 
like a mermaid, her hair hanging about her shoulders 
in long thin strips, when she was rescued by the captain 
from further mischief. She was drenched to the skin. 
It was a pitiable sight to see her quick and almost con- 
vulsive gaspings — her eye upturned with a deep settled 
glare of half-consciousness, that seemed as if her mind 
were in a state between terror and agony, to neither 
of which she could give expression, as the water had 
nearly suffocated her. The blood had receded from 
her cheeks, which were overspread with a dull bluish 
white. In a few moments she recovered her breath, 
when she shrieked and fainted. A dry boat-cloak 
was thrown round her, and the captain gallantly 
resigned to her his cabin, where she soon recover- 
ed, and changed her wet attire. Although the da- 
mage done was considerable, yet the breach made 
by sweeping off the quarter-gallery was immediate- 
ly stopped by the carpenter, who nailed up a few 
stout planks, and covered them with a thick tar- 
paulin. 
It was late before I retired to my cot, and some time 
before I could sleep: weariness, however, at length over- 
came me, and in spite of the dreadful howling of the 
hurricane I slept. I remember well my dreams were 
troubled ; I had a confused perception of danger which 
was more painful than the most vivid sense of peril. 
The roar of the gale and the heavy booming of the ship 
