United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
This announcement put us all on the alert, and as soon as every stitch
of sail we could carry had been clapped on the ship several officers
were seen going aloft with their spy-glasses slung by rope-yarns over
their shoulders to have a look at the chase. I was among the number, so
was Mercer. We soon afterwards made the land, which as we drew near we
recognised as Cape May. We were rapidly over-hauling the chase, which
was steering directly for the coast, and it was a question whether we
should come up with her before she ran on shore or got under shelter
among any rocks which might be there. There is nothing so exciting in a
sea life as a chase; the discussion as to what the stranger may prove,
friend or foe, with or without a cargo, armed, and likely to show fight,
or helpless, worth having or valueless; and, more than all, whether or
not one is likely to overtake her. There is only one thing beats it,
and that is to be chased, and I cannot say that the sensations are so
agreeable. We were most of us in high spirits at the thoughts of making
a capture; the first, we hoped, of a number of prizes we should take
during our cruise. The only person who did not take an interest in the
affair was Mercer. He was grave and careworn as before; indeed, it
struck me that his melancholy had increased lately. He was sitting
close to me at the fore-top mast-head.
"Hurrah! we are overhauling her; we shall soon be up with her!" I
exclaimed.
"Hurry," said he, turning round suddenly, "I cannot bear this life. I
wish to do my duty, to remain faithful to my allegiance, and yet, I care
not who knows it, all my sympathies are with those England has made her
foes. I have but one resource; I must quit the service. I would that I
could reach some desert isle where I could hide my head far from the
haunts of men. I would even welcome death as an alternative.
Hurricane, do you know I have of late felt as if my days were already
numbered, and that my stay on earth will be very short. Once the
thought would have made me unhappy; now I contemplate it with
satisfaction, even at moments as a welcome boon."
I did my utmost to turn my friend's mind from the gloomy contemplations
which occupied it. I had conceived of late much greater regard for him
than I had when we first met; there was much that was generous and
romantic in his character which attracted me, besides which his courage
and coolness in danger had often excited my admiration. I had been, as
I have said, using all the arguments I could think of to turn his
thoughts into another channel, when he replied--
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