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
The view of a fine ship, seen by the aid of the moon, with its symmetry
of spars, and its delicate tracery of cordage, and the heavy and grand
movements of the hull as it rolls on the sluggish billows of a calm
sea, is ever a pleasing and indeed an imposing spectacle. Alida knew
that more, than a hundred human beings slept within the black and
silent mass, and her thoughts insensibly wandered to the business of
their daring lives, their limited abode, and yet wandering existence,
their frank and manly qualities, their devotion to the cause of those
who occupied the land, their broken and interrupted connexion with the
rest of the human family, and finally to those weakened domestic ties,
and to that reputation for inconstancy, which are apparently a natural
consequence of all. She sighed, and her eye wandered from the ship to
that ocean on which it was constructed to dwell. From the distant, low,
and nearly imperceptible shore of the island of Nassau, to the coast of
New-Jersey, there was one broad and untenanted waste. Even the sea-fowl
rested his tired wing, and slept tranquilly on the water. The broad
space appeared like some great and unfrequented desert, or rather like
a denser and more material copy of the firmament by which it was
canopied.
It has been mentioned that a stunted growth of oaks and pines covered
much of the sandy ridge that formed the cape. The same covering
furnished a dark setting to the waters of the Cove. Above this outline
of wood, which fringed the margin of the sea. Alida now fancied she saw
an object in motion. At first, she believed some ragged and naked tree,
of which the coast had many, was so placed as to deceive her vision,
and had thrown its naked lines upon the background of water, in a
manner to assume the shape and tracery of a light-rigged vessel. But
when the dark and symmetrical spars were distinctly seen, gliding past
objects that were known to be stationary, it was impossible to doubt
their character. The maiden wondered, and her surprise was not unmixed
with apprehension. It seemed as if the stranger for such the vessel
must needs be, was recklessly approaching a surf, that, in its most
tranquil moments, was dangerous to such a fabric, and that he steered,
unconscious of hazard, directly upon the land. Even the movement was
mysterious and unusual. Sails there were none; and yet the light and
lofty spars were soon hid behind a thicket that covered a knoll near
the margin of the sea. Alida expected, each moment, to hear the cry of
mariners in distress, and then, as the minutes passed and no such
fearful sound interrupted the stillness of the night, she began to
bethink her of those lawless rovers, who were known to abound among the
Carribean isles, and who were said sometimes even to enter and to
refit, in the smaller and more secret inlets of the American continent.
The tales, coupled with the deeds, character, and fate of the notorious
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