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
If a love of retirement and a pure air had its influence in determining
the selection of the burgher of Manhattan, he could not have made a
better choice. The adjoining lands had been occupied early in the
previous century, by a respectable family of the name of Hartshorne,
which continues seated at the place, to the present hour. The extent of
their possessions served, at that day, to keep others at a distance. If
to this fact be added the formation and quality of the ground, which
was, at so early a period, of trifling value for agricultural purposes,
it will be seen there was as little motive, as there was opportunity,
for strangers to intrude. As to the air it was refreshed by the breezes
of the ocean, which was scarcely a mile distant; while it had nothing
to render it unhealthy, or impure. With this sketch of the general
features of the scene where so many of our incidents occurred, we shall
proceed to describe the habitation of the Alderman, a little more in
detail.
The villa of the Lust in Rust was a low, irregular edifice, in bricks,
whitewashed to the color of the driven snow, and in a taste that was
altogether Dutch. There were many gables and weather-cocks, a dozen
small and twisted chimneys, with numberless facilities that were
intended for the nests of storks. These airy sites were, however,
untenanted, to the great admiration of the honest architect, who, like
many others that bring with them into this hemisphere habits and
opinions that are better suited to the other, never ceased expressing
his surprise on the subject, though all the negroes of the neighborhood
united in affirming there was no such bird in America. In front of the
house, there was a narrow but an exceedingly neat lawn, encircled by
shrubbery; while two old elms, that seemed coeval with the mountain,
grew in the rich soil of which the base of the latter was composed. Nor
was there a want of shade on any part of the natural terrace, that was
occupied by the buildings. It was thickly sprinkled with fruit-trees,
and here and there was a pine, or an oak, of the native growth. A
declivity that was rather rapid fell away in front, to the level of the
mouth of the river. In short, it was an ample but an unpretending
country-house, in which no domestic convenience had been forgotten;
while it had little to boast of in the way of architecture, except its
rusty vanes and twisted chimneys. A few out-houses, for the
accommodation of the negroes, were nigh; and nearer to the river, there
were barns and stables, of dimensions and materials altogether superior
to those that the appearance of the arable land, or the condition of
the small farm, would seem to render necessary. The periagua, in which
the proprietor had made his passage across the outer bay, lay at a
small wooden wharf immediately below.
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