By the time the partridge brood had taken to whirring up into the maple
branches when alarmed, instead of scurrying to cover in the underbrush,
the hull was completed; and a smell of smoking pitch drowned the woodsy
odors as Jean calked the seams. Then the pale yellow of the timbers no
more shone through the reddening leafage, but a sombre black bulk
loomed impressively above the chips, daunting the squirrels for a few
days with its strange shadow. By the time of the moose-calling, when
the rowan-berries hung in great scarlet bunches and half the red
leafage was turning brown, and the pale gold birch leaves fell in
fluttering showers at every gust, two slim masts had raised their tops
above the trees, and a white bowsprit was thrusting its nose into the
branches of the nearest red maple. Under the bowsprit glittered a
carved and gilded Madonna, the most auspicious figurehead to which, in
Jean's eyes, he could intrust the fortunes of his handiwork. A few
days more and the ship was done--so nearly complete that three or four
hours of work would make her ready for sea. Being so small, it was
feasible to launch her in this advanced state of equipment; and the
conditions under which she had been built made it necessary that she
should be prepared to hurry straight from the greased ways of the
launching to the security of the open sea. The tidal creek in which
she would first take water could give her no safe harborage; and once
out of the creek she would have to make all speed, under cover of
night, till Port Royal River and the sodded ramparts of Annapolis town
should be left many miles astern.
Having made his preparations and gathered his materials far ahead, and
devised his precautions with subtlety, and accustomed his neighbors to
the idea that he was an erratic youth, given to long absences and
futile schemes, not worth gossip, Jean had succeeded in keeping his
enterprise a secret from all but two persons. These two, deep in his
counsel's from the first, were Barbe Dieudonné, his sweetheart, and
Mich' Masson, his friend and ally.
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