Graham's Magazine, Vol. XIX, No. 3, September 1841Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XIX, No. 3, September 1841
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
catching to the shrouds, stays, and every portion of the hamper, ran
swiftly across the ship, mounted up the rigging, and licking and
wreathing around the spars, soon enveloped the chase in a pyramid of
flame, which eddied in the breeze, and streamed like a signal banner far
away to leeward. How wild and fantastic, like spirits dancing on the
air, were the attitudes and shapes the fire assumed! Now the flames
would blaze steadily up for a minute; now they would blow apart like
whiffs of smoke; and now they would leap bodily away, in huge and riven
masses, into the dense canopy of smoke to leeward. At times they would
wind spirally around the hamper; again they would taper off far up into
the unfathomable night. On every hand the waves had assumed the hue of
fire. The heavens above were lurid. The crackling and hissing of the
flames could be heard even at our distance from the brig. Millions of
sparks, sent up from the blazing ship, whirled off on the wind, and
showered down to leeward. Occasionally a stray spar fell simmering into
the water. At length the brig fell off from her course, and drifting
broadside on before the wind, came down towards us, rolling so
frightfully as to jerk the flames, as it were, bodily out of her. I was
still gazing spell-bound on the magnificent spectacle, when I heard an
exclamation of surprise over my shoulder, and turning quickly around, I
saw the skipper gazing intently over the burning ship, as if he watched
for something hidden behind her. He saw my movement, and asked,
“Do you not detect a sail to windward, just in the rear of the brig?
Wait till the wind whirls away the fire—there!”
There was no mistaking it. A large man-of-war, to judge by her size and
rig, partially concealed by the brig, was coming down to us, with
studding-sails all spread, and the English cross flying at her main.
“We are already under a press of sail—as much as we can conveniently
spread,” said the skipper, as if musingly, looking aloft; “and the
Englishman will have to give the brig somewhat of a berth. Ah! there
comes the enemy—a frigate, as I live!”
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