“How I wish we could go back to that time, with all its dreaminess and
all its castle-building. Do you remember, Lu, when we used to set off
of a morning in the boat on a voyage of discovery, as we called it, and
find out new islands and new creeks, and give them names?”
“Do I not? Oh, Tom, were we not a thousand times happier then than we
knew we were?”
“That's a bit of a bull, Lucy, but it's true all the same. I know all
you mean, and I agree with you.”
“If we had troubles, what light ones they were!”
“Ay, that's true. We were not grubbing for lead in those days, and
finding only quartz; and our poor hearts, Lucy, were whole enough then.”
He gave a half malicious laugh as he said this; but, correcting himself
quickly, he drew her towards him and said, “Don't be angry with me, dear
Lu; you know of old what a reckless tongue I 've got.”
“Was that thunder, Tom? There it is again. What is it?”
“That's a storm getting up. It's coming from the south'ard. See how the
drift is flying overhead, and all the while the sea beneath is like a
mill-pond! Watch the stars now, and you 'll see how, one by one, they
will drop out, as if extinguished; and mark the little plash--it
is barely audible--that begins upon the beach. There! did you hear
that,--that rushing sound like wind through the trees? That's the sea
getting up. How I wish I was strong enough to stay out here. I 'd like
to show you a 'Levanter,' girl,--a regular bit of Southern passion, not
increasing slowly, like a Northern wrath, but bursting out in its full
fury in an instant. Here it comes!” and as he spoke two claps of thunder
shook the air, followed by a long clattering roll like musketry, and
the sea, upheaving, surged heavily hither and thither, while the air was
still and calm; and then, as though let loose from their caverns, the
winds swept past with a wild shrill whistle that swelled into a perfect
roar. The whole surface of the sea became at once white, and the wind,
sweeping across the crests of the waves, carried away a blinding drift
that added to the darkness. The thunder, too, rolled on unceasingly, and
great flashes of lightning broke through the blackness, and displayed
tall masts and spars of ships far out to sea, rocking fearfully, and in
the next instant lost to sight in the dense darkness.
“Here comes the rain, and we must run for it,” said Tom, as a few heavy
drops fell. A solemn pause in the storm ensued, and then, as though the
very sky was rent, the water poured down in cataracts. Laughing merrily,
they made for the cottage, and though but a few yards off, were drenched
thoroughly ere they reached it.
“It's going to be a terrific night,” said Tom, as he passed from window
to window, looking to the bars and fastenings. “The great heat always
brings one of the Levant storms, and the fishermen here know it so well
that on seeing certain signs at sunset they draw up all their boats on
shore, and even secure the roofs of their cabins with strong spars and
stones.”
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