I must remember it , and do my duty to the end . Steer straight , old boy ; and if you ca n't come into port , go down with all sail set . ' Then , as the soft voice crooned on to lull the weary woman to a fitful sleep , Emil for a little while forgot his burden in a dream of Plumfield . He saw them all , heard the familiar voices , felt the grip of welcoming hands , and seemed to say to himself : ` Well , they shall not be ashamed of me if I never see them any more . ' A sudden shout startled him from that brief rest , and a drop on his forehead told him that the blessed rain had come at last , bringing salvation with it ; for thirst is harder to bear than hunger , heat , or cold . Welcomed by cries of joy , all lifted up their parched lips , held out their hands , and spread their garments to catch the great drops that soon came pouring down to cool the sick man 's fever , quench the agony of thirst , and bring refreshment to every weary body in the boat . All night it fell , all night the castaways revelled in the saving shower , and took heart again , like dying plants revived by heaven 's dew . The clouds broke away at dawn , and Emil sprung up , wonderfully braced and cheered by those hours of silent gratitude for this answer to their cry for help . But this was not all ; as his eye swept the horizon , clear against the rosy sky shone the white sails of a ship , so near that they could see the pennon at her mast-head and black figures moving on the deck . One cry broke from all those eager throats , and rang across the sea , as every man waved hat or handkerchief and the women stretched imploring hands towards this great white angel of deliverance coming down upon them as if the fresh wind filled every sail to help her on . No disappointment now ; answering signals assured them of help ; and in the rapture of that moment the happy women fell on Emil 's neck , giving him his reward in tears and blessings as their grateful hearts overflowed . He always said that was the proudest moment of his life , as he stood there holding Mary in his arms ; for the brave girl , who had kept up so long , broke down then , and clung to him half fainting ; while her mother busied herself about the invalid , who seemed to feel the joyful stir , and gave an order , as if again on the deck of his lost ship . It was soon over ; and then all were safely aboard the good Urania , homeward bound . Emil saw his friends in tender hands , his men among their mates , and told the story of the wreck before he thought of himself . The savoury odour of the soup , carried by to the cabin for the ladies , reminded him that he was starving , and a sudden stagger betrayed his weakness . He was instantly borne away , to be half killed by kindness , and being fed , clothed , and comforted , was left to rest . Just as the surgeon left the state-room , he asked in his broken voice : ` What day is this ? My head is so confused , I 've lost my reckoning . ' ` Thanksgiving Day , man ! And we 'll give you a regular New England dinner , if you 'll eat it , ' answered the surgeon heartily .
But XXXXX was too spent to do anything , except lie still and give thanks , more fervently and gratefully than ever before , for the blessed gift of life , which was the sweeter for a sense of duty faithfully performed .
Emil Mary Plumfield Urania day fainting hours mast-head night odour