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
“I like this opening in the north-west,” observed the captain, after
his eye had thoroughly scanned the whole of the still dusky and limited
view. “Wind will come out of it. Give us a cap-full, and we shall try
the speed of this boasted Water-Witch!—Do I not see a sail, on our
weather-beam?—or is it the crest of a wave?”
“The sea is getting irregular, and I have often been thus deceived,
since the light appeared.”
“Get more sail on the ship. Here is wind, in-shore of us; we will be
ready for it. See everything clear, to show all our canvas.”
The lieutenant received these orders with the customary deference and
communicated them to his inferiors again, with the promptitude that
distinguishes sea discipline. The Coquette, at the moment, was lying
under her three top-sails, one of which was thrown against its mast, in
a manner to hold the vessel as nearly stationary as her drift and the
wash of the waves would allow. So soon, however, as the officer of the
watch summoned the people to exertion, the massive yards were swung;
several light sails, that served to balance the fabric as well as to
urge it ahead, were hoisted or opened; and the ship immediately began
to move through the water. While the men of the watch were thus
employed, the flapping of the canvas announced the approach of a new
breeze.
The coast of North America is liable to sudden and dangerous
transitions, in the currents of the air. It is a circumstance of no
unusual occurrence, for a gale to alter its direction with so little
warning, as greatly to jeopard the safety of a ship, or even to
overwhelm her. It has been often said, that the celebrated Ville de
Paris was lost through one of these violent changes, her captain having
inadvertently hove-to the vessel under too much after-sail, a mistake
by which he lost the command of his ship during the pressing emergency
that ensued. Whatever may have been the fact as regards that ill-fated
prize, it is certain that Ludlow was perfectly aware of the hazards
that sometimes accompany the first blasts of a north-west wind on his
native coast, and that he never forgot to be prepared for the danger.
When the wind from the land struck the Coquette, the streak of light,
which announced the appearance of the sun, had been visible several
minutes. As the broad sheets of vapor, that had veiled the heavens
during the prevalence of the south-easterly breeze, were rolled up into
dense masses of clouds, like some immense curtain that is withdrawn
from before its scene, the water, no less than the sky, became
instantly visible, in every quarter. It is scarcely necessary to say,
how eagerly the gaze of our young seaman ran over the horizon, in order
to observe the objects which might come within its range. At first
disappointment was plainly painted in his countenance, and then
succeeded the animated eye and flushed cheek of success.
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