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
“You have overcome the Brigadier!” cried the other, in a burst of
exultation, that conquered the little reserve of manner he had thought
it necessary to maintain; “that immaculate and reforming representative
of my royal cousin has bitten of the golden bait, and proves a true
colony governor after all!”
“Lord Viscount, no. What we have to hope or what we have to fear from
your successor, is to me a secret.”
“Ply him with promises, Master Skimmer—set golden hopes before his
imagination; set gold itself before his eyes, and you will prosper. I
will pledge my expected earldom that he yields! Sir, these distant
situations are like so many half-authorized mints, in which money is to
be coined; and the only counterfeit is your mimic representative of
Majesty. Ply him with golden hopes; if mortal, he will yield!”
“And yet, my lord, I have met men who preferred poverty and their
opinions, to gold and the wishes of others.”
“The dolts were lusus naturæ!” exclaimed the dissolute Cornbury, losing
all his reserve in a manner that better suited his known and confirmed
character. “You should have caged them, Skimmer, and profited by their
dullness, to lay the curious under contribution. Don’t mistake me, sir,
if I speak a little in confidence. I hope I know the difference between
a gentleman and a leveller, as well as another; but trust me, this Mr.
Hunter is human, and he will yield if proper appliances are used;—and
you expect from me——?”
“The exercise of that influence which cannot fail of success; since
there is a courtesy between men of a certain station, which causes them
to overlook rivalry, in the spirit of their caste. The cousin of Queen
Anne can yet obtain the liberty of one whose heaviest crime is a free
trade, though he may not be able to keep his own seat in the chair of
the government.”
“Thus far, indeed, my poor influence may yet extend, provided the
fellow be not named in any act of outlawry. I would gladly enough Mr.
Skimmer end my deeds in this hemisphere, with some act of graceful
mercy, if—indeed—I saw—the means——”
“They shall not be wanting. I know the law is like any other article of
great price; some think that Justice holds the balance, in order to
weigh her fees. Though the profits of this hazardous and sleepless
trade of mine be much overrated, I would gladly line her scales with
two hundred broad pieces, to have that youth again safe in the cabin of
the brigantine.”
As the ‘Skimmer of the Seas’ thus spoke, he drew, with the calmness of
a man who saw no use in circumlocution, a heavy bag of gold from
beneath his frock, and deposited it, without a second look at the
treasure, on the table. When this offering was made, he turned aside,
less by design than by a careless movement of the body, and, when he
faced his companion again, the bag had vanished.
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