The Water-Witch; Or, the Skimmer of the Seas: A Tale — John Shaqi
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
This summons produced a pause in the movements of the crew. After
regarding each other, in surprise and admiration, the watermen drew the
head-sheet over, put the helm a-lee, without however invading the lap
of the Alderman, and the boat became stationary, at the distance of a
few rods from the shore. While the new passenger was preparing to come
off in a yawl, those who awaited his movements had leisure to examine
his appearance, and to form their different surmises concerning his
character.
It is scarcely necessary to say, that the stranger was a son of the
ocean. He was of a firmly knit and active frame, standing exactly six
feet in his stockings. The shoulders though square were compact, the
chest full and high, the limbs round, neat, and muscular,—the whole
indicating a form in which strength and activity were apportioned with
the greatest accuracy. A small bullet head was set firmly on its broad
foundation, and it was thickly covered with a mass of brown hair that
was already a little grizzled. The face was that of a man of thirty,
and it was worthy of the frame, being manly, bold, decided, and rather
handsome; though it expressed little more than high daring, perfect
coolness, some obstinacy, and a certain degree of contempt for others,
that its owner did not always take the trouble to conceal. The color
was a rich, deep, and uniform red, such as much exposure is apt to give
to men whose complexions are, by nature, light and florid.
The dress of the stranger was quite as remarkable as his person. He
wore a short pea-jacket, cut tight and tastefully; a little, low, and
rakish cap, and full bell-mouthed trousers, all in a spotlessly white
duck; a material well adapted to the season and the climate. The first
was made without buttons, affording an apology for the use of a rich
Indian shawl, that belted his body and kept the garment tight to his
frame. Faultlessly clean linen appeared through the opening above, and
a collar, of the same material, fell over the gay bandanna, which was
thrown, with a single careless turn, around his throat. The latter was
a manufacture then little known in Europe, and its use was almost
entirely confined to seamen of the long voyage. One of its ends was
suffered to blow about in the wind, but the other was brought down with
care over the chest, where it was confined, by springing the blade of a
small knife with an ivory handle, in a manner to confine the silk to
the linen: a sort of breast-pin that is even now much used by mariners.
If we add, that light, canvas slippers, with foul-anchors worked in
worsted upon their insteps, covered his feet, we shall say all that is
necessary of his attire.
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