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
“God bless you! God bless you! Captain Ludlow;” returned the old
sailor, dashing his hand equivocally across his weatherbeaten brow.
“Battle is certainly the place to try both ship and friends, and Heaven
be praised! Queen Anne has not failed of either this day. No man has
forgotten his duty, so far as my eyes have witnessed; and this is
saying no trifle, with half a crew and an equal enemy. As for the ship,
she never behaved better! I had my misgivings, when I saw the new
main-top-sail go, which it did, as all here know, like a bit of rent
muslin between the fingers of a seamstress. Run forward, Mr. Hopper,
and tell the men in the fore rigging to take another drag on that
swifter, and to be careful and bring the strain equal on all the
shrouds.—A lively youth, Captain Ludlow, and one who only wants a
little reflection, with some more experience, and a small dash of
modesty, together with the seamanship he will naturally get in time, to
make a very tolerable officer.”
“The boy promises well; but I have come to ask thy advice, my old
friend, concerning our next movements. There is no doubt that the
fellow who is coming down upon us is both a Frenchman and a frigate.”
“A man might as well doubt the nature of a fish-hawk, which is to pick
up all the small fry, and to let the big ones go. We might show him our
canvas and try the open sea, but I fear that fore-mast is too weak,
with three such holes in it, to bear the sail we should need!”
“What think you of the wind?” said Ludlow, affecting an indecision he
did not feel, in order to soothe the feelings of his wounded companion.
“Should it hold, we might double Montauk, and return for the rest of
our people; but should it fail, is there no danger that the frigate
should tow within shot!—We have no boats to escape her.”
“The soundings on this coast are as regular as the roof of an
out-house,” said the master, after a moment of thought, “and it is my
advice, if it is your pleasure to ask it, Captain Ludlow, that we shoal
our water as much as possible, while the wind lasts. Then, I think, we
shall be safe from a very near visit from the big one:—as for the
corvette, I am of opinion, that, like a man who has eaten his dinner,
she has no stomach for another slice.”
Ludlow applauded the advice of his subordinate, for it was precisely
what he had determined on doing; and after again complimenting him on
his coolness and skill, he issued the necessary orders. The helm of the
Coquette was now placed hard a-weather, the yards were squared, and the
ship was put before the wind. After running, in this direction for a
few hours, the wind gradually lessening, the lead announced that the
keel was quite as near the bottom as the time of the tide, and the dull
heaving and setting of the element, rendered at all prudent. The breeze
soon after fell, and then our young commander ordered an anchor to be
dropped into the sea.
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