The following paragraphs recently appeared in the papers:
“Boulogne-Sur-Mer, January 22. – Our correspondent writes:
“A fearful accident has thrown our sea-faring population, which has suffered so much in the last two years, into the greatest consternation. The fishing smack...
<p><strong>The following paragraphs recently appeared in the papers:</strong></p>
<p>“Boulogne-Sur-Mer, January 22. – Our correspondent writes:</p>
<p>“A fearful accident has thrown our sea-faring population, which has suffered so much in the last two years, into the greatest consternation. The fishing smack commanded by Captain Javel, on entering the harbor was wrecked on the rocks of the harbor breakwater.</p>
<p>“In spite of the efforts of the life boat and the shooting of life lines from the shore four sailors and the cabin boy were lost.</p>
<p>“The rough weather continues. Fresh disasters are anticipated.”</p>
<p>Who is this Captain Javel? Is he the brother of the one-armed man?</p>
<p>If the poor man tossed about in the waves and dead, perhaps, beneath his wrecked boat, is the one I am thinking of, he took part, just eighteen years ago, in another tragedy, terrible and simple as are all these fearful tragedies of the sea.</p>
<p>Javel, senior, was then master of a trawling smack.</p>
<p>The trawling smack is the ideal fishing boat. So solidly built that it fears no weather, with a round bottom, tossed about unceasingly on the waves like a cork, always on top, always thrashed by the harsh salt winds of the English Channel, it ploughs the sea unweariedly with bellying sail, dragging along at its side a huge trawling net, which scours the depths of the ocean, and detaches and gathers in all the animals asleep in the rocks, the flat fish glued to the sand, the heavy crabs with their curved claws, and the lobsters with their pointed mustaches.</p>
<p>When the breeze is fresh and the sea choppy, the boat starts in to trawl. The net is fastened all along a big log of wood clamped with iron and is let down by two ropes on pulleys at either end of the boat. And the boat, driven by the wind and the tide, draws along this apparatus which ransacks and plunders the depths of the sea.</p>
<p>Javel had on board his younger brother, four sailors and a cabin boy. He had set sail from Boulogne on a beautiful day to go trawling.</p>
<p>But presently a wind sprang up, and a hurricane obliged the smack to run to shore. She gained the English coast, but the high sea broke against the rocks and dashed on the beach, making it impossible to go into port, filling all the harbor entrances with foam and noise and danger.</p>
<p>The smack started off again, riding on the waves, tossed, shaken, dripping, buf...