As I leaned against the companion-way, absorbed in pleasant dreams of my
far home, a touch on the shoulder aroused me. I turned and Percy stood
by my side. The beauty of the evening had soothed his wild and agitated
feelings. He spoke of his wife with touching regret, as if certain that
she was lost to him forever. For nearly an hour he stood gazing on the
moon's bright attendant, as if he fancied it her home.
At length he disappeared below, and again Ponto, who seemed to be
wrapped in a deep revery, was my only companion. We had remained several
minutes in silence, when suddenly, as if it had dropped from the clouds,
a female form appeared far above us, on a precipitous bluff that leaned
out over the deep, on which the solitary moonlight slept in unobstructed
brightness. The form advanced so near the brink of the fearful crag,
that we could even distinguish the color of her drapery as it fluttered
in the wind. By the motion of her arms she seemed beckoning us on shore;
then, as if despairing to attract our attention, she looked fearfully
about, and the next moment a strain of exquisite melody came floating
down to us, like a voice from heaven. We remained breathless, and could
almost distinguish the words.
The strain terminated in a startling cry, and with a frantic gesture the
figure tore a crimson scarf from her neck, and shook it wildly on the
winds; at the same moment the dark form of a man leaped out on the
cliff. There was a short struggle, with reiterated shrieks of 'help!
help! help!' in a voice of agony, and all disappeared in the deep shadow
of another rock.
Ponto, who at the first burst of the song, had started up and grasped my
arm with a degree of wild energy I had never witnessed in him before,
now suddenly released his hold, and with a single bound plunged into the
sea. So lost was I in amazement at the whole scene, that for a moment I
remained undecided what course to pursue; then, not wishing to alarm the
ship, I ordered Waters, the midshipman of the watch, to jump into the
boat with a few of the men, and pull after him.
The head of my little favorite soon became visible in the moonlight.
With a vigorous arm he struck out for the shore, and was immediately hid
in the deep shadow of its mural cliffs. A moment, and I again saw him on
the beetling rocks, whence the female had just disappeared; then he,
too, was lost in the darkness.
Waters, after being absent in the boat about half an hour, returned
without having discovered the least sign of the fugitive. Hour after
hour I awaited the return of my adventurous boy, filled with painful
anxiety.
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