List, Ye Landsmen! A Romance of IncidentRussell, William Clark
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List, Ye Landsmen! A Romance of Incident
Russell, William Clark
English fiction -- 19th century; Sea stories
She smiled and bowed to me on this being interpreted, and then addressed
Antonio, who, however, found himself at a loss, and was obliged to act
to make me understand. He feigned to wash his face, and unnecessarily
passed his fingers through the length of his hair, and then, finding
words, made me understand that the lady was weary, that she had slept
but little, and then on the hard ground, and that she would be thankful
to lie down and sleep. Thereupon I told Jimmy to convey my bedding to
her bunk, also to place one or two toilet conveniences of my own in her
cabin; and, after waiting to see my instructions carried out, I bowed
low and sprang on deck, with my mind full of the dollars ashore,
wondering likewise what Greaves’ report would be, whether the dollars
were still in the ship’s hold, and when he meant to go to work to
discharge the vessel of her silver.
My first look was at the weather. It was boundless azure down to the
lens-like brim of the sea--not a feather-sized wing of cloud--and a
light air of wind with just enough of weight in it to hold the backed
topsail steady to the mast. I looked at the island; the boat had entered
the cave and was lost in the shadow. I picked up the glass, and leveled
it; the dark lines of rigging and spar were faintly discernible, but the
boat was deep in the dusk and not to be seen. It was the ugliest rock of
island I had ever viewed, swart, sterile--save where the trees
stood--gloomy, menacing with its suggestion of arrested fires. A few
terrapin, or land tortoises, crawled upon the beach. Many birds, most of
them white as shapes of marble, wheeled and hovered over the further
extremity of the land with frequent stoopings and dartings, like our
gulls over a herring shoal. I swept every foot of the visible surface of
land with a telescope, but witnessed no signs of life of any sort.
Nevertheless, the two long arms of the reef strangely civilized the
beach and the face of cliff where the cave was, by their likeness to
artificial piers. They formed a very perfect, spacious harbor in which,
during a heedless moment or two, I caught myself looking for a cluster
of rowboats, for some group of shipping, for cranes and capstans, for
men walking, as though, forsooth, I gazed at the piers of a dock!
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