We returned to the cabin for half an hour, and having finished off with
a caulker of good cogniac, all hands of us once more came on deck.
It was now half-past four, and low water as near as could be. The bar
astern of us--by this time the breeze having taken off, we were riding
to the ebb--was one roaring ledge of white breakers; but it was smooth
water where we lay, the fall of the tide having completely broken the
heave of the heavy swell that rolled in from the offing on the bar.
The clouds had risen over the land, some large drops of rain fell, and
altogether we had strong prognostications of a wet, if not a
tempestuous evening.
The declining sun, however, was yet shining brightly; and although,
calculating on the average at this season hereabouts, one might have
made himself almost sure of a fine evening, yet the present was an
exception, and we had every appearance of a thunderstorm.
All nature seemed hushed; the thick clouds that arose in the east,
sailed along on the usual current of the trade-wind with their edges as
well defined as if it had been a dark screen gradually shoving up and
across the arch of the blue empyrean; this gloomy canopy crept on and
on, and as it overlapped us and stole down the western horizon, every
thing assumed a deep dusky purple hue.
In the sudden darkness, the fires glanced bright and red on board of
three war-canoes, that had now been suddenly advanced down the river in
the shape of a triangle, the headmost being within a mile of us.
Presently, the sable curtain descended within a very few degrees of the
western horizon, until there was only a small streak of bright golden
sky between it and the line of the land; in the centre of which the
glorious sun, now near his setting, shot his level beams of blood-red
light over the river and its banks, and the trees that grew on them,
gilding the dark sides of the canoes; and as he sank, his last rays
flashed up into the black arch overhead, until the dark masses of cloud
glowed like crimson.
This soon faded--the clouds gradually sinking in the west, until, as if
their scope had been expended, they _lifted_ from the eastern horizon
majestically slow--like a magnificent curtain drawn up in order to
disclose the glorious moon, which now, preceded by her gemlike
forerunner the evening star, that sparkled bright and clear on the
fringe of the ascending cloud, rose above the low swampy banks, like a
diamond on the skirt of a sable velvet mantle.
Her disk, when she first appeared, was red and dim, until she attained
a considerable altitude, when, having struggled through the
pestilential effluvia that hovered over the river, she began to sail
through her liquid track in all her splendour--pale, but oh, how
crystal clear!--driving, like a queen, the dark vapours before her.
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