All the doubts of Nighthead, as to the character of the young stranger
who had so unaccountably got possession of the office of Nicholas
Nichols, if, indeed, any remained, were now removed. He walked forward
among the silent and thoughtful crew with the air of a man whose
opinion was settled. Wilder, however, paid no attention to the
movements of his subordinate, but continued pacing the deck for hours;
now casting his eyes at the heavens or now sending frequent and anxious
glances around the limited horizon, while the “Royal Caroline” still
continued drifting before the wind, a shorn and naked wreck.
Chapter XVII.
“Sit still, and hear the last of our sea sorrow.”
_Shakespeare_
The weight of the tempest had been felt at that hapless moment when
Earing and his unfortunate companions were precipitated from their
giddy elevation into the sea. Though the wind continued to blow long
after this fatal event, it was with a constantly diminishing power. As
the gale decreased the sea began to rise, and the vessel to labour in
proportion. Then followed two hours of anxious watchfulness on the part
of Wilder, during which the whole of his professional knowledge was
needed in order to keep the despoiled hull of the Bristol trader from
becoming a prey to the greedy waters. His consummate skill, however,
proved equal to the task that was required at his hands; and, just as
the symptoms of day were becoming visible along the east, both wind and
waves were rapidly subsiding together. During the whole of this
doubtful period our adventurer did not receive the smallest assistance
from any of the crew, with the exception of two experienced seamen whom
he had previously stationed at the wheel. But to this neglect he was
indifferent; since little more was required than his own judgment,
seconded, as it faithfully was, by the exertions of the manners more
immediately under his eye.
The day dawned on a scene entirely different from that which had marked
the tempestuous deformity of the night. The whole fury of the winds
appeared to have been expended in their precocious effort. From the
moderate gale, to which they had fallen by the end of the middle watch,
they further altered to a vacillating breeze; and, ere the sun had
risen, the changeful air had subsided into a flat calm. The sea went
down as suddenly as the power which had raised, it vanished; and, by
the time the broad golden light of the sun was shed fairly and fully
upon the unstable element, it lay unruffled and polished, though still
gently heaving in swells so long and heavy as to resemble the placid
respiration of a sleeping infant.
The hour was still early, and the serene appearance of the sky and the
ocean gave every promise of a day which might be passed in devising the
expedients necessary to bring the ship again, in some measure, under
the command of her people.
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