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
“Blixum and philosophy! If you wish to succeed with Alida, Patroon, you
must put more briskness into the adventure. The girl has a cross of the
Frenchman in her temper, and none of your deliberations and
taciturnities will gain the day. This visit to the Lust in Rust is
Cupid’s own handywork, and I hope to see you both return to town as
amicable as the Stadtholder and the States General after a sharp
struggle for the year’s subsidy has been settled by a compromise.”
“The success of this suit is the affair nearest my——” The young man
paused as if surprised at his own communicativeness; and, taking
advantage of the haste in which his toilette had been made, he thrust a
hand into his vest, covering with its broad palm a portion of the human
frame which poets do not describe as the seat of the passions.
“If you mean stomach, sir, you will not have reason to be
disappointed,” retorted the Alderman, a little more severely than was
usual with one so callous. “The heiress of Myndert Van Beverout will
not be a penniless bride, and Monsieur Barbérie did not close the books
of life without taking good care of the balance-sheet—but yonder are
those devils of ferrymen quitting the wharf without us! Scamper ahead,
Brutus, and tell them to wait the legal minute. The rogues are never
exact; sometimes starting before I am ready, and sometimes keeping me
waiting in the sun, as if I were no better than a dried dun-fish.
Punctuality is the soul of business, and one of my habits does not like
to be ahead, nor behind his time.”
In this manner the worthy burgher, who would have been glad to regulate
the movements of others, on all occasions, a good deal by his own,
vented his complaints, while he and his companion hurried on to
overtake the slow-moving boat in which they were to embark. A brief
description of the scene will not be without interest, to a generation
that may be termed modern in reference to the time of which we write.
A deep narrow creek penetrated the island, at this point, for the
distance of a quarter of a mile. Each of its banks had a row of
buildings, as the houses line a canal in the cities of Holland. As the
natural course of the inlet was necessarily respected, the street had
taken a curvature not unlike that of a new moon. The houses were
ultra-Dutch, being low, angular, fastidiously neat, and all erected
with their gables to the street. Each had its ugly and inconvenient
entrance, termed a stoop, its vane or weathercock, its dormer-windows,
and its graduated battlement-walls. Near the apex of one of the latter,
a little iron crane projected into the street. A small boat, of the
same metal, swung from its end,—a sign that the building to which it
was appended was the ferry-house.
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