The return of the disappointed young sailor, towards the town, was
moody and slow. More than once he stopped short in the descent, and
fastened his eyes, for minutes together, on the different vessels in
the harbour. But, in these frequent-halts, no evidence of the
particular interest he took in any one of the ships escaped him.
Perhaps his gaze at the Southern trader was longer, and more earnest,
than at any other; though his eye, at times, wandered curiously, and
even anxiously, over every craft that lay within the shelter of the
haven.
The customary hour for exertion had now arrived, and the sounds of
labour were beginning to be heard, issuing from every quarter of the
place. The songs of the mariners were rising on the calm of the morning
with their peculiar, long-drawn intonations. The ship in the inner
harbour was among the first to furnish this proof of the industry of
her people, and of her approaching departure. It was only as these
movements caught his eye, that Wilder seemed to be thoroughly awakened
from his abstraction, and to pursue his observations with an undivided
mind. He saw the seamen ascend the rigging, in that lazy manner which
is so strongly contrasted by their activity in moments of need; and
here and there a human form was showing itself on the black and
ponderous yards. In a few moments, the fore-topsail fell, from its
compact compass on the yard, into graceful and careless festoons. This,
the attentive Wilder well knew, was, among all trading vessels, the
signal of sailing. In a few more minutes, the lower angles of this
important sail were drawn to the, extremities of the corresponding spar
beneath; and then the heavy yard was seen slowly ascending the mast,
dragging after it the opening folds of the sail, until the latter was
tightened at all its edges, and displayed itself in one broad,
snow-white sheet of canvas. Against this wide surface the light
currents of air fell, and as often receded; the sail bellying and
collapsing in a manner to show that, as yet, they were powerless. At
this point the preparations appeared suspended, as if the mariners,
having thus invited the breeze, were awaiting to see if their
invocation was likely to be attended with success.
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