Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXI, No. 1, July 1847Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXI, No. 1, July 1847
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
A solitary cap of the coral rose above the water two or three feet,
close to the channel, and was the rock to which Spike alluded. It was
only some fifty feet in diameter, and of an oval form, rising quite
above the ordinary tides, as was apparent by its appearance. It is
scarcely necessary to say it had no other fresh water than that which
occasionally fell on its surface, which surface being quite smooth,
retained very little of the rain it received. The boat was soon
alongside of this rock, where it was held broadside-to by the two
seamen.
“Mr. Mulford, do me the favor to step up here,” said Spike, leading the
way on to the rock himself. “I have a word to say to you before we get
on board the old Molly once more.”
Mulford silently complied, fully expecting that Spike intended to blow
his brains out, and willing the bloody deed should be done in a way to
be as little shocking to Rose as circumstances would allow. But Spike
manifested no such intention. A more refined cruelty was uppermost in
his mind; and his revenge was calculated, and took care to fortify
itself with some of the quibbles and artifices of the law. He might not
be exactly right in his legal reservations, but he did not the less rely
on their virtue.
“Hark’e, Mr. Mulford,” said Spike, sharply, as soon as both were on the
rock, “you have run from my brig, thereby showing your distaste for her;
and I’ve no disposition to keep a man who wishes to quit me. Here you
are, sir, on _terrum firm_, as the scholars call it; and here you have
my full permission to remain. I wish you a good morning, sir; and will
not fail to report, when we get in, that you left the brig of your own
pleasure.”
“You will not have the cruelty to abandon me on this naked rock, Captain
Spike, and that without a morsel of food, or a drop of water.”
“Wather is a blessed thing!” exclaimed Biddy. “Do not think of lavin’
the gentleman widout wather.”
“You left _me_, sir, without food or water, and you can fit out your own
rock—yes, d—e, sir, you left me _under fire_, and that is a thing no
true-hearted man would have thought of. Stand by to make sail, boys, and
if he offer to enter the boat, pitch him out with the boat-hooks.”
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