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
Such was the famous passage of the ‘Skimmer of the Seas’ through the
multiplied and hidden dangers of the eastern channel. To those who have
thus accompanied him, step by step, though its intricacies and alarms,
there may seem nothing extraordinary in the event; but, coupled as it
was with the character previously earned by that bold mariner, and
occurring, as it did, in an age when men were more disposed than at
present to put faith in the marvellous, the reader will not be
surprised to learn that it greatly increased his reputation for daring,
and had no small influence on an opinion, which was by no means
uncommon, that the dealers in contraband were singularly favored by a
power which greatly exceeded that of Queen Anne and all her servants.
CHAPTER XXIX.
“—Thou shalt see me at Philippi.”
Shakespeare.
The commander of Her Britannic Majesty’s ship Coquette slept that night
in the hammock-cloths. Before the sun had set, the light and swift
brigantine, by following the gradual bend of the land, had disappeared
in the eastern board; and it was no longer a question of overtaking her
by speed. Still, sail was crowded on the royal cruiser; and, long ere
the period when Ludlow threw himself in his clothes between the
ridge-ropes of the quarter-deck, the vessel had gained the broadest
part of the Sound, and was already approaching the islands that form
the ‘Race.’
Throughout the whole of that long and anxious day, the young sailor had
held no communication with the inmates of the cabin. The servants of
the ship had passed to and fro; but, though the door seldom opened that
he did not bend his eyes feverishly in its direction, neither the
Alderman, his niece, the captive, nor even François or the negress,
made their appearance on the deck. If any there felt an interest in the
result of the chase, it was concealed in a profound and almost
mysterious silence. Determined not to be outdone in indifference, and
goaded by feelings which with all his pride he could not overcome, our
young seaman took possession of the place of rest we have mentioned,
without using any measures to resume the intercourse.
When the first watch of the night was come, sail was shortened on the
ship, and from that moment till the day dawned again, her captain
seemed buried in sleep. With the appearance of the sun, however, he
arose, and commanded the canvas to be spread, once more, and every
exertion made to drive the vessel forward to her object.
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