The youth smiled, for solemn thoughts made but brief impressions on him, and the idea of quenching any one of his bright fancies by fasting or prayer amused him exceedingly, notwithstanding the earnestness of the old man's words. The minister did not notice this gleam of levity, which would have shocked him to the soul, for his eyes were fascinated by the strange vessel, and he could not force them to look steadily on any other object. While the two men stood together the wind had shifted, carrying off the rain. Through the gray mists left behind came a crimson glow from the sun, which was that moment sinking behind the heights and shooting its golden lances after the storm as it rolled slowly back upon the bosom of the ocean. "It is gone," said the old man, mournfully, as the heavy clouds settled back upon the vessel; "the vapors have swallowed it up as usual. Let us descend the hill, brother." "Not yet--not yet!" cried the youth. "See! the storm is breaking away, the sunset has drawn it seaward. Look, look how beautifully the vessel pencils itself against that break of blue in the sky." The old man turned again, and clasping his hands, murmured, "It is neither phantom nor mist, but a ship of sturdy English oak, with masts and spars standing. Hush!--young man, see you nothing upon the deck?" "Yes, surely, a group of persons standing together." "No, not that, nearer the bow!" "It is the form of a woman alone, with her arms folded and her face turned this way." "Aye, the form of a woman with an outer garment of crimson, beneath which her arms are crossed as she looks westward, is it not?" "Truly you have described the woman, for, though I cannot see her features, they are certainly turned this way." "My sight is dim and will not serve me; tell me, stands the lady there yet?" "Yes, yes--clearer and clearer the sunset gathers over the vessel, turning the angry waves to gold; the clouds are fringed with light, and grow luminous around her. Sir, I entreat you tell me--who is this woman?" "Alas, I do not know." "But the vessel, what is her name, from what port does she come?" "How should I answer questions like these--I who never saw either the vessel or the woman till now, save as shadows drifting through the night. If yonder ship be, as it seems, of tough oak, and the woman a living soul, then is the revelation complete and I may seek rest, sure that the end will come." The minister turned away as he spoke, and gathering the cloak around him prepared to descend toward the town, but the young man lingered.