For several days the ship had been contending with the unvarying winds
of those regions. Instead of struggling, however, like a cumbered
trader, to gain some given port, the “Rover” suddenly altered her
course, and glided through one of the many passages that offered, with
the ease of a bird that is settling swiftly to its nest. A hundred
different sails were seen steering among the islands, but all were
avoided alike; the policy of the freebooters teaching them the
necessity of moderation, in a sea so crowded with vessels of war. After
the vessel had shot through one of the straits which divide the chain
of the Antilles, she issued in safety on the more open sea which
separates them from the Spanish Main. The moment the passage was
effected, and a broad and clear horizon was seen stretching on every
side of them, a manifest alteration occurred in the mien of every
individual of the crew. The brow of the Rover himself lost its
contraction; and the look of care, which had wrapped the whole man in a
mantle of reserve, disappeared, leaving him the reckless wayward being
we have more than once described. Even the men, whose vigilance had
needed no quickening in running the gauntlet of the cruisers which were
known to swarm in the narrower seas, appeared to breathe a freer air,
and sounds of merriment and thoughtless gaiety were once more heard in
a place over which the gloom of distrust had been so long and so
heavily cast.
On the other hand, the governess saw new ground for uneasiness in the
course the vessel was taking. While the islands were in view, she had
hoped, and surely not without reason, that their captor only awaited a
suitable occasion to place them in safety within the influence of the
laws of some of the colonial governments. Her own observation told her
there was so much of what was once good, if not noble, mingled with the
lawlessness of the two principal individuals in the vessel, that she
saw nothing that was visionary in such an expectation. Even the tales
of the time, which recounted the desperate acts of the freebooter, with
not a little of wild and fanciful exaggeration, did not forget to
include numberless striking instances of marked, and even chivalrous
generosity. In short, he bore the character of one who, while he
declared himself the enemy of all, knew how to distinguish between the
weak and the strong, and who often found as much gratification in
repairing the wrongs of the former, as in humbling the pride of the
latter.
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