Adventure stories; Scotland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
There was a pretty country simplicity in this that made some laugh,
others looked the more sorry, and Mr. Gebbie fall outright in a
passion. I believe he knew it was his duty (his wife having accepted
charge of the girl) to have gone ashore with her and seen her safe:
nothing would have induced him to have done so, since it must have
involved the lose of his conveyance; and I think he made it up to his
conscience by the loudness of his voice. At least he broke out upon
Captain Sang, raging and saying the thing was a disgrace; that it was
mere death to try to leave the ship, and at any event we could not cast
down an innocent maid in a boatful of nasty Holland fishers, and leave
her to her fate. I was thinking something of the same; took the mate
upon one side, arranged with him to send on my chests by track-scoot to
an address I had in Leyden, and stood up and signalled to the fishers.
“I will go ashore with the young lady, Captain Sang,” said I. “It is
all one what way I go to Leyden;” and leaped at the same time into the
boat, which I managed not so elegantly but what I fell with two of the
fishers in the bilge.
From the boat the business appeared yet more precarious than from the
ship, she stood so high over us, swung down so swift, and menaced us so
perpetually with her plunging and passaging upon the anchor cable. I
began to think I had made a fool’s bargain, that it was merely
impossible Catriona should be got on board to me, and that I stood to
be set ashore at Helvoet all by myself and with no hope of any reward
but the pleasure of embracing James More, if I should want to. But this
was to reckon without the lass’s courage. She had seen me leap with
very little appearance (however much reality) of hesitation; to be
sure, she was not to be beat by her discarded friend. Up she stood on
the bulwarks and held by a stay, the wind blowing in her petticoats,
which made the enterprise more dangerous, and gave us rather more of a
view of her stockings than would be thought genteel in cities. There
was no minute lost, and scarce time given for any to interfere if they
had wished the same. I stood up on the other side and spread my arms;
the ship swung down on us, the patroon humoured his boat nearer in than
was perhaps wholly safe, and Catriona leaped into the air. I was so
happy as to catch her, and the fishers readily supporting us, escaped a
fall. She held to me a moment very tight, breathing quick and deep;
thence (she still clinging to me with both hands) we were passed aft to
our places by the steersman; and Captain Sang and all the crew and
passengers cheering and crying farewell, the boat was put about for
shore.
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