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
Though the navigation in this Republic, coastwise, now employs a
tonnage equalling that used in all the commerce of any other nation of
Christendom, England alone excepted, it was of no great amount at the
commencement of the eighteenth century. A single ship, lying at the
wharves, and two or three brigs and schooners at anchor in the rivers,
composed the whole show of sea vessels then in port. To these were to
be added some twenty smaller coasters and river-craft, most of whom
were the shapeless and slow-moving masses which then plied, in voyages
of a month’s duration, between the two principal towns of the colony.
The appeal of the Coquette, therefore, at that hour and in that age,
was not likely to be quickly answered.
The ship had got fairly into the arm of the sea which separates the
island of Manhattan from that of Nassau, and though it was not then, as
now, narrowed by artificial means, its tide was so strong as, aided by
the breeze, to float her swiftly onward. A third gun shook the windows
of the city, causing many a worthy burgher to thrust his head through
his casement; and yet no boat, was seen pulling from the land, nor was
there any other visible sign that the signal would be speedily obeyed.
Still the royal cruiser stood steadily on, with sail packed above sail,
and every sheet of canvas spread, that the direction of a wind, which
blew a little forward of the beam, would allow.
“We must pull for our own safety, and that of the brigantine, my men;”
said the Skimmer, springing into his boat and seizing the tiller—“A
quick stroke, and a strong!—here is no time for holiday feathering, or
your man-of-war jerk! Give way, boys; give way, with a will, and
together!”
These were sounds that had often saluted the ears of men engaged in the
hazardous pursuit of his crew. The oars fell into the water at the same
moment, and, quick as thought, the light bark was in the strength of
the current.
The short range of wharves was soon passed, and, ere many minutes, the
boat was gliding up with the tide, between the bluffs of Long Island
and the projection which forms the angle on that part of Manhattan.
Here the Skimmer was induced to sheer more into the centre of the
passage, in order to avoid the eddies formed by the point, and to
preserve the whole benefit of the current. As the boat approached
Corlaer’s, his eye was seen anxiously examining the wider reach of the
water, that began to open above, in quest of his brigantine. Another
gun was heard. A moment after the report, there followed the whistling
of a shot; and then succeeded the rebound on the water, and the
glittering particles of the spray. The ball glanced a few hundred feet
further, and, skipping from place to place, it soon sunk into the
element.
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