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
Our young commander passed swiftly through the batteries, spoke
encouragingly to his people, and resumed his post on the poop. The
stationary position of la Fontange, and his own efforts to get to
windward, were already proving advantageous to Queen Anne’s cruiser.
There was some indecision on the part of the other ship, which
instantly caught the eye of one whose readiness in his profession so
much resembled instinct.
The Chevalier Dumont had amused his leisure by running his eyes over
the records of the naval history of his country, where he had found
this and that commander applauded for throwing their top-sails to the
mast, abreast of their enemies. Ignorant of the difference between a
ship in line and one engaged singly, he had determined to prove himself
equal to a similar display of spirit. At the moment when Ludlow was
standing alone on the poop, watching with vigilant eyes the progress of
his own vessel, and the position of his enemy, indicating merely by a
look or a gesture to the attentive Trysail beneath, what he wished
done, there was actually a wordy discussion on the quarter-deck of the
latter, between the mariner of Boulogne-sur-Mer, and the gay favorite
of the salons. They debated on the expediency of the step which the
latter had taken, to prove the existence of a quality that no one
doubted. The time lost in this difference of opinion was of the last
importance to the British cruiser. Standing gallantly on, she was soon
out of the range of her adversary’s fire; and, before the Boulognois
had succeeded in convincing his superior of his error, their antagonist
was on the other tack, and luffing across the wake of la Fontange. The
top-sail was then tardily filled, but before the latter ship had
recovered her motion, the sails of her enemy overshadowed her deck.
There was now every prospect of the Coquette passing to windward. At
that critical moment, the fair-setting top-sail of the British cruiser
was nearly rent in two by a shot. The ship fell off, the yards
interlocked, and the vessels were foul.
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