The Water-Witch; Or, the Skimmer of the Seas: A TaleCooper, James Fenimore
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The Water-Witch; Or, the Skimmer of the Seas: A Tale
Cooper, James Fenimore
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How far Bonnie had been concerned in the proceedings between his master
and the mariners of the brigantine, it is unnecessary to say. Little
passed at the villa, of which he was ignorant; and as curiosity, once
awakened, increases its own desire for indulgence, could he have had
his wish, little would have passed anywhere, near him, without his
knowing something of its nature and import. He had seen, while
seemingly employed with his hoe in the garden of the Alderman, the trio
conveyed by Erasmus across the inlet; had watched the manner in which
they followed its margin to the shade of the oak, and had seen them
enter the brigantine, as related. That this extraordinary visit on
board a vessel which was in common shrouded by so much mystery, had
given rise to much and unusual reflection in the mind of the black, was
apparent by the manner in which he so often paused in his labor, and
stood leaning on the handle of his hoe, like one who mused. He had
never known his master so far overstep his usual caution, as to quit
the dwelling, during the occasional visits of the free-trader; and yet
he had now gone as it were into the very jaws of the lion, accompanied
by the commander of a royal cruiser himself. No wonder, then, that the
vigilance of the negro became still more active, and that not even the
slightest circumstance was suffered to escape his admiring eye. During
the whole time consumed by the visit related in the preceding chapter,
not a minute had been suffered to pass, without an inquiring look in
the direction, either of the brigantine, or of the adjacent shore.
It is scarcely necessary to say how keen the attention of the slave
became, when his master and his companions were seen to return to the
land. They immediately ascended to the foot of the oak, and then there
was a long and apparently a serious conference between them. During
this consultation, the negro dropped the end of his hoe, and never
suffered his gaze, for an instant, to alter its direction. Indeed he
scarcely drew breath, until the whole party quitted the spot together,
and buried themselves in the thicket that covered the cape, taking the
direction of its outer or northern extremity, instead of retiring by
the shore of the Cove, towards the inlet. Then Bonnie respired heavily,
and began to look about him at the other objects that properly belonged
to the interest of the scene.
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