United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
I've often since thought of the excellence of some of old Grampus'
remarks.
"Up with the helm, then! Ease away the main and head sheets!" I sang
out. "We'll run down and have a look at the wreck."
I kept my glass anxiously turned towards the object I had discovered, in
the hopes of seeing some people clinging on to the rigging. As we drew
near, I found that only a single mast appeared above water, as well as
her bowsprit, and that she had all her canvas set. Not a human being
could be seen in any part of the rigging. I got close up to her. She
was a sloop of about seventy tons. She had evidently been caught
totally unprepared by the hurricane, and every soul on board had been
hurried into eternity. Finding that there would be no use in waiting
longer near the spot, for there was not the slightest probability that
anyone was floating on any part of the wreck in the neighbourhood, I
again hauled my wind, and stood to the northward. At ten o'clock at
night a fresh gale sprang up, which compelled me once more to bring-to
under a reefed foresail. I am thus particular in narrating details of
events which led to a most disastrous result. Truly we cannot tell what
a day may bring forth. I had fallen in with no merchantmen, which would
have been a most suspicious circumstance, had I not supposed that they
might have been lost in the hurricane, or run into port for shelter,
otherwise I should have supposed that they had fallen into the power of
the cruisers of the enemy. On the 8th I passed Cape Nichola Mole, and
on the 9th made the island of Heneago, bearing nor'-nor'-east, four
leagues. At eight o'clock in the evening I tacked, and stood off-shore,
with a fine breeze, with the intention of passing in the morning between
Heneago and the little Corcases, for the purpose of speaking his
Majesty's frigate Aeolus, stationed in that passage, and bearing her the
information that the war had broken out. At five o'clock of the morning
of the 10th, the wind shifting round to the eastward, I tacked, and
stood to the northward, through the Corcases. At daybreak Tom Rockets
was sent aloft to keep a look-out for any sail which might be in sight.
Soon afterwards he hailed the deck to say that he made out two sail on
the lee bow, just appearing above the horizon. I went aloft with my
glass and soon discovered four altogether, one much smaller than the
others. She was a schooner, the other three were ships. I had little
doubt that it was a squadron, composed of the Bristol, Lowestoffe, and
Niger, with her tender, which were to sail the day after me, and which I
expected to fall in with in this neighbourhood. They were still too
far-off to make out exactly what they were. I came down, however, with
my mind perfectly at ease, and went to breakfast. Grampus, who had
charge of the deck while I was below, watched them narrowly, and did not
differ with me as to their character. I therefore stood towards them,
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