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
Sea stories
Bonnie then set up another laugh, in which his partner, having quitted
her scullery to seize the gift, which in its colors resembled the skin
of a garter-snake, did not fail to join, through mere excess of animal
delight. The effect of the gift, however, was to leave the negro to
make his observations, without any further interruption from one who
was a little too apt to disturb his solitude.
A boat was now seen to pull out from among the bushes that lined the
shore; and Bonnie was enabled to distinguish, in its stern-sheets, the
persons of his master, Ludlow, and the Patroon. He had been acquainted
with the seizure of the Coquette’s barge, the preceding night, and of
the confinement of the crew. Its appearance in that place, therefore,
occasioned no new surprise. But the time which past while the men were
rowing up to the sloop-of-war, was filled with minutes of increasing
interest. The black abandoned his hoe, and took a position on the side
of the mountain, that gave him a view of the whole bay. So long as the
mysteries of the Lust in Rust had been confined to the ordinary
combinations of a secret trade, he had been fully able to comprehend
them; but now that there apparently existed an alliance so unnatural as
one between his master and the cruiser of the crown, he felt the
necessity of double observation and of greater thought.
A far more enlightened mind than that of the slave, might have been
excited by the expectation, and the objects which now presented
themselves, especially if sufficiently prepared for events, by a
knowledge of the two vessels in sight. Though the wind still hung at
east, the cloud above the mouth of the Raritan had at length begun to
rise. The broad fleeces of white vapor, that had lain the whole morning
over the continent, were rapidly uniting; and they formed already a
dark and dense mass, that floated in the bottom of the estuary,
threatening shortly to roll over the whole of its wide waters. The air
was getting lighter, and variable; and while the wash of the surf
sounded still more audible, its roll upon the beach was less regular
than in the earlier hours of the day. Such was the state of the two
elements, when the boat touched the side of the ship. In a minute it
was hanging by its tackles, high in the air; and then it disappeared,
in the bosom of the dark mass.
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