I was torn from my hold on the poop without knowing how, and amongst the dreadful breakers before I was aware of it ; and swam strongly for the shore amidst floating wreck and groups of drowning men. I felt the fatal grasp of desperate hands pass two... Narrative of the wreck of the lady Munro, on the desolate island of ... - Página 13 de John McCosh - 1835 - 88 páginas Vista completa -
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