merely regarded as some extraordinary departure from the ordinary
character of the vessel, as if the construction possessed the powers of
entire self-command and perfect volition.
Though not so deeply imbued with that species of superstitious
credulity, on this subject, as the inferiors of his profession, Wilder
was keenly awake to most of the sensibilities of a mariner. So
strongly, indeed, was he alive to this feeling, on the present
occasion, that for a moment he forgot the critical nature of his
errand, as he drew within plainer view of a vessel that, with justice,
might lay claim to be a jewel of the ocean.
“Lay on your oars, lads,” he said, signing to his people to arrest the
progress of the boat; “lay on your oars! Did you ever see masts more
beautifully in line than those, master Fid, or sails that had a fairer
fit?”
The topman, who rowed the stroke-oar of the pinnace cast a look over
his shoulder, and, stowing into one of his cheeks a lump that resembled
a wad laid by the side of its gun, he was not slow to answer, on an
occasion where his opinion was so directly demanded.
“I care not who knows it,” he said, “for, done by honest men or done by
knaves, I told the people on the forecastle of the; ‘Dart,’ in the
first five minutes after I got among them again, that they might be at
Spithead a month, and not see hamper so light, and yet so handy, as is
seen aboard that flyer. Her lower rigging is harpened-in, like the
waist of Nell Dale after she has had a fresh pull upon her
stay-lanyards, and there isn’t a block, among them all, that seems
bigger in its place than do the eyes of the girl in her own
good-looking countenance. That bit of a set that you see to her
fore-brace-block, was given by the hand of one Richard Fid; and the
heart on her main-stay was turned-in by Guinea, here; and, considering
he is a nigger, I call it ship-shape.”
“She is beautiful in every part!” said Wilder, drawing a long breath.
“Give way, my men, give way! Do you think I have come here to take the
soundings of the ocean?”
The crew started at the hurried tones of their lieutenant and in
another minute the boat was at the side of the vessel. The stern and
threatening glances that Wilder encountered, as his foot touched the
planks, caused him to pause an instant, ere he advanced further amid
the crew. But the presence of the Rover himself, who stood, with his
peculiar air of high and imposing authority, on the quarter-deck,
encouraged him to proceed, after permitting a delay that was too slight
to attract attention. His lips were in the act of parting, when a sign
from the other induced him to remain silent, until they were both in
the privacy of the cabin.
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