Leonard Lindsay ; $b or, the story of a buccaneerReach, Angus B. (Angus Bethune)
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Leonard Lindsay ; $b or, the story of a buccaneer
Reach, Angus B. (Angus Bethune)
Buccaneers -- Fiction; Historical fiction
For three weeks and better did the ‘Will-o’-the-Wisp’ lie off and
on by the shoals. For three weeks the launch and shallop were
day by day employed searching and dragging the reefs, but we
found no treasure-wreck. The remains of the ship to which Bedloe
had conducted us were thoroughly searched, indeed the deck was
altogether torn up, and some trifling amount of Dutch coin, with
two good iron guns, and the small brass cannon were recovered, but
we gained no richer prize. Day after day, even when the glare of
the sun was at its fiercest, might our boats be seen floating along
the channels of the reef, two men at either bow, leaning over the
gunwale, so that their eyes were removed only an inch or so from
the water: but, save coral and sand, they saw nought besides. Still
I felt certain that the treasure lay upon the reefs, and we had
many disputes as to the possibility of the dwarf having managed, by
flinging certain fragments of rock, which we found upon the eastern
edge of the shoal, and each of which was the nucleus of immense
masses of clustering sea-weed, to hide the precious deposit from
strange eyes. We all agreed that little or nothing of the ship could
possibly be remaining; but, as it was likely that the treasure was
shipped in strong boxes either of iron, or secured with that metal,
it was quite possible that these lay in crevices of the rocks, their
great weight mooring them, and that the dwarf employed his leisure
time before our arrival in covering them with the sea-weed grown
stones of which I spoke. But all these opinions were but idle wind.
We knew not the truth. Some of the elder seamen would have it that
the whole was the work of the devil; that the dwarf was a demon who
haunted those lonely shelves to disturb and perplex poor mariners;
and in the evening, when we sat upon deck smoking and drinking in the
grateful twilight, many a dismal tale was rehearsed of phantoms of
the sea, and particularly of the unearthly creatures whom many of the
crew believed to dwell upon islands as yet unvisited by mariners, and
who try to scare away the human intruders upon their domains.
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