Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXIV, No. 4, April 1849 — John Shaqi
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXIV, No. 4, April 1849Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXIV, No. 4, April 1849
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
It was an hour and a scene fitted to captivate the eye and refresh the
soul; and such was its soothing influences, that Miss G. frequently
found her mind wandering from the contemplation of the perils which
environed her. The night previous, the ship, driven before the blast,
was whirled with resistless velocity along a bed of seething foam. Now,
the gentle wind borne from the land, wafted fragrance on its wing, and
the sea, slightly ruffled, seemed to enjoy the refreshing embrace of its
sister element; the ship, too, under a cloud of canvas, snow-white and
full distended, pressed majestically on, the spray, like fairy fret-work
curling and combing beneath the bow and the rippling wake sparkled in
the rays of the setting-sun. The gorgeous western sky was tinged with
the hues of crimson and gold; the south was a boundless expanse of blue,
the island of St. Domingo, lofty, picturesque and beautiful, bounded the
northern and eastern horizon. The land, but little cultivated, seemed
fertile in the extreme, and was covered with lofty and umbrageous trees,
the tangled and luxuriant undergrowth seeming so interlaced as even at
high noon to intercept the light of the sun. The near mountains were
covered to their very summits with verdure, not the tawny verdure of a
northern clime, but the brilliant green of the tropics, while the
loftier mountains wreathed their bald and craggy tops with the clouds
that floated in the distance.
The sun had gone down and the moon was up: still Miss Gillespie paced
the deck with her brother. It was evident that she had some purpose in
view, and by those who watched her, she was observed to cast frequent
and furtive glances around. At length a figure that had been stealthily
gliding along under the shadow of the bulwarks to leeward, suddenly
stepped beside her, and whispered, “Lady, I have endeavored to see him,
but failed. Some time tonight I will surely succeed. In the meantime
there is but one resource. Take this powder, and when you go below,
dissolve it, and take a part yourself, giving the remainder to your
brother. If you would be safe, neither of you should sleep a wink
to-night. Be careful of what you eat or drink. But, hush! there is a
man’s head raised above the rail—he has been observing us. I must
away—but do not forget this.” He handed a small folded paper as he
spoke, and immediately disappeared.
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