Israel Potter: His Fifty Years of ExileMelville, Herman
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Israel Potter: His Fifty Years of Exile
Melville, Herman
Potter, Israel, 1744-1826? -- Fiction
After ten minutes’ cannonading, the stranger struck, shouting out that
half his men were killed. The Ariel’s crew hurrahed. Boarders were
called to take possession. At this juncture, the prize shifting her
position so that she headed away, and to leeward of the Ariel, thrust
her long spanker-boom diagonally over the latter’s quarter; when
Israel, who was standing close by, instinctively caught hold of it—just
as he had grasped the jib-boom of the Serapis—and, at the same moment,
hearing the call to take possession, in the valiant excitement of the
occasion, he leaped upon the spar, and made a rush for the stranger’s
deck, thinking, of course, that he would be immediately followed by the
regular boarders. But the sails of the strange ship suddenly filled;
she began to glide through the sea; her spanker-boom, not having at all
entangled itself, offering no hindrance. Israel, clinging midway along
the boom, soon found himself divided from the Ariel by a space
impossible to be leaped. Meantime, suspecting foul play, Paul set every
sail; but the stranger, having already the advantage, contrived to make
good her escape, though perseveringly chased by the cheated conqueror.
In the confusion, no eye had observed our hero’s spring. But, as the
vessels separated more, an officer of the strange ship spying a man on
the boom, and taking him for one of his own men, demanded what he did
there.
“Clearing the signal halyards, sir,” replied Israel, fumbling with the
cord which happened to be dangling near by.
“Well, bear a hand and come in, or you will have a bow-chaser at you
soon,” referring to the bow guns of the Ariel.
“Aye, aye, sir,” said Israel, and in a moment he sprang to the deck,
and soon found himself mixed in among some two hundred English sailors
of a large letter of marque. At once he perceived that the story of
half the crew being killed was a mere hoax, played off for the sake of
making an escape. Orders were continually being given to pull on this
and that rope, as the ship crowded all sail in flight. To these orders
Israel, with the rest, promptly responded, pulling at the rigging
stoutly as the best of them; though Heaven knows his heart sunk deeper
and deeper at every pull which thus helped once again to widen the gulf
between him and home.
In intervals he considered with himself what to do. Favored by the
obscurity of the night and the number of the crew, and wearing much the
same dress as theirs, it was very easy to pass himself off for one of
them till morning. But daylight would be sure to expose him, unless
some cunning, plan could be hit upon. If discovered for what he was,
nothing short of a prison awaited him upon the ship’s arrival in port.
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