At length, in the distance, and much below where I stood, I heard voices
in violent altercation; among which the "'vast heavings," "blow me
tights," "a stopper over all," with other such nautical expletives, were
predominant. I broke from my cover, and found myself immediately on a
slope, before a very respectable habitation, nearly surrounded by
boiling-houses, and other out-buildings necessary to a sugar and coffee
plantation. The group before me consisted of a small, energetic, old,
and white-haired Frenchman, neatly dressed in a complete suit of nankeen
with his broad-brimmed straw hat submissively in his hand, speaking all
manner of fair and unintelligible French words to two Jacks, not of my
ship, between which two, now pulled this way, now plucked that, was a
timid and beautiful girl, of about fifteen years of age. There were
several negroes, grinning and passive spectators of this scene. I
understood it in a moment. So did my gentlemen in the tarpaulin hats.
They were off to me in a less time than a top-gallant breeze takes to
travel aft from the flying jib-boom, supposing the ship to be at single
anchor.
I took out my pocket-book, wrote down their names (most likely purser's
ones), and ordered them on board their vessel directly. They obeyed, or
rather appeared to do so, and departed, casting many "a lingering,
longing look behind," leaving me the triumphant master of the field--the
paladin, who had rescued the fair, for which I received much clapping of
hands from the dark visages, and an intense look of gratitude from the
fair, pale creature, whom I had released from the very equivocal
rudeness of her admirers. The thanks from Monsieur Manuel, the father,
were neither silent nor few, and when he found that I could converse in
French, he exhausted the vocabulary of that copious language of all its
expressions of gratitude. I hardly could perceive that I had rendered
any service at all; I had struck no blows and had run no risk; I had
merely spoken, and obedience followed. However, as I could not stem the
torrent of his gratitude, I determined to divert its course, by yielding
to his urgent entreaties to accompany him to his house, and recruit
myself after my perilous and heroic deed.
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