Fanny Campbell, The Female Pirate Captain: A Tale of The RevolutionBallou, Maturin M. (Maturin Murray)
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Fanny Campbell, The Female Pirate Captain: A Tale of The Revolution
Ballou, Maturin M. (Maturin Murray)
Sea stories; United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction; War stories; Women pirates -- Fiction
It was the evening before he was to sail, a mild summers night, when
with Fanny he sought the summit of High rock. They seated themselves
upon the rough stone seat, hewn from the solid rock by the hand of the
red man, or perhaps by some race anterior even to them, and long and
silently did both gaze off upon the distant sea. It was very calm, and
the gentle waves but just kissed the rocky borders of Valiant and threw
up little jets of silver spray about the black mass of Egg Bock. The
moon seemed to be embroidering fancy patterns of silver lace upon the
blue ocean, which scarcely moved, so gentle were the swells of its broad
bosom under the fairy operation. This was some seventy years gone by,
years of toil and labor, of joy and sorrow, years of smiling peace and
angry war, three score and ten years ago, and yet within a twelve month
I have sat upon that rock, aye, upon that very stone, and looked upon
the same silvery sea, and viewed the same still, silvery scene; gazing
on the same iron-bound shores, and the black and frowning mass of
Egg Rock still there, as if placed a sentinel upon the shore, and yet
sufficiently within the domain of Neptune to lead to the belief that it
serves the hoary old god rather than the spirits of the land.
Fanny Campbell was a noble looking girl. She was none of your modern
belles, delicate and ready to faint at the first sight of a reptile; no,
Fanny could row a boat, shoot a panther, ride the wildest horse in the
province, or do almost any brave and useful act. And Fanny could write
poetry too, nay, start not gentle reader, her education was of no mean
character. Such slight advantages as chance had thrown in her way had
been improved to the utmost, and her parents finding her taste thus
inclined, had humoured it to the extent of their limited means. Thus
Fanny had received nearly every advantage attainable in those days.
Once or twice in the course of the year, she was accustomed to pass some
weeks at the house of a Reverend divine at Boston, with whom her father
claimed some relationship. While here, the good man discovered her taste
and inclination for study, and gave her such instructions as he was
able, with the loan of books to amuse and strengthen her mind. By these
means Fanny had actually obtained an excellent education at the time
when we have introduced her to the reader; being but seventeen years of
age. In her turn she had communicated her information to William Lovell
and thus the two had possessed themselves of a degree of education and
judgment that placed them above their friends in point of intelligence,
and caused them to be looked up to in all matters of information, and
scholarship.
‘Fanny,’ said William, ‘I shall be far away from you before another day
has passed.’
‘Yes, many miles at sea, William’
‘But my heart will remain at home.’
‘And mine will leave it.’
‘In safe keeping, Fanny.’
‘I doubt it not, William.’
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