Dialect literature, Canadian; Fishing villages -- Fiction; Newfoundland and Labrador -- Fiction; Sea stories; Short stories
Without more persuasion, he prepared himself for this high mission in
salvation of the heart of a child; and being no longer deterred, he put
out upon it—having no fear of the seething water, but a great pity for
the incomprehension of such as knew it best. It was a wild night; the
wind was a vicious wind, the rain a blinding mist, the night thick and
unkind, the sea such in turmoil as no punt could live through save by
grace. Beyond Chain Tickle, Salim Awad entered the thick of that gale,
but was not perturbed; for he remembered, rather than recognized the
menace of the water, the words of that great lover, Antar, warrior and
lover, who, from the sands of isolation, sang to Abla, his beloved:
“_The sun as it sets turns toward her and says, Darkness obscures the
land, do thou arise in my absence. And the brilliant moon calls out to
her, Come forth, for thy face is like me when I am at the full and in
all my glory._”
The hand upon the steering-oar of this punt, cast into an ill-tempered,
cold, dreary, evil-intentioned northern sea, was without agitation, the
hand upon the halyard was perceiving and sure, the eye of intelligence
was detached from romance; but still the heart remembered: “_The
tamarisk-trees complain of her in the morn and in the eve, and say,
Away, thou waning beauty, thou form of the laurel! She turns away
abashed, and throws aside her veil, and the roses are scattered from her
soft, fresh cheeks. Graceful is every limb, slender her waist,
love-beaming are her glances, waving is her form. The lustre of day
sparkles from her forehead, and by the dark shades of her curling
ringlets night itself is driven away._”
The lights of Hapless Harbor dwindled; one by one they went out, a last
message of wariness; but still there shone, bright and promising
continuance, a lamp of Greedy Head, whereon the cottage of Skipper Jim
Tuft, the father of Jamie, was builded.
“I will have come safe,” thought Salim, “if thee light of Jamie have
burn on.”
It continued to burn.
“It is because of thee broke heart,” thought Salim.
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