“—Please you, read.”
Cymbeline.
“It is past!” said the ‘Skimmer of the Seas,’ raising himself from the
attitude of great muscular exertion, which he had assumed in order to
support the mess-chest, and walking out along the single mast, towards
the spot whence the four seamen of Ludlow had just been swept. “It is
past! and those who are called to the last account, have met their fate
in such a scene as none but a seaman may witness; while those who are
spared, have need of all a seaman’s skill and resolution for that which
remains! Captain Ludlow, I do not despair; for, see, the lady of the
brigantine has still a smile for her servitors!”
Ludlow, who had followed the steady and daring free-trader to the place
where the spar had fallen, turned and cast a look in the direction that
the other stretched his arm. Within a hundred feet of him, he saw the
image of the sea-green lady, rocking in the agitated water, and turned
towards the raft, with its usual expression of wild and malicious
intelligence. This emblem of their fancied mistress had been borne in
front of the smugglers, when they mounted the poop of the Coquette; and
the steeled staff on which the lantern was perched, had been struck
into a horse-bucket by the standard-bearer of the moment, ere he
entered the mélée of the combat. During the conflagration, this object
had more than once met the eye of Ludlow; and now it appeared floating
quietly by him, in a manner almost to shake even his contempt for the
ordinary superstitions of seamen. While he hesitated in what manner he
should reply to his companion’s remark, the latter plunged into the
sea, and swam towards the light. He was soon by the side of the raft
again bearing aloft the symbol of his brigantine. There are none so
firm in the dominion of reason, as to be entirely superior to the
secret impulses which teach us all to believe in the hidden agency of a
good or an evil fortune. The voice of the free-trader was more
cheerful, and his step more sure and elastic, as he crossed the stage
and struck the armed end of the staff into that part of the top-rim of
the Coquette, which floated uppermost.
“Courage!” he gaily cried. “While this light burns, my star is not set!
Courage, lady of the land; for here is one of the deep waters, who
still looks kindly on her followers! We are at sea, on a frail craft it
is certain, but a dull sailer may make a sure passage.—Speak, gallant
Master Seadrift: thy gaiety and spirit should revive under so goodly an
omen!”
But the agent of so many pleasant masquerades, and the instrument of so
much of his artifice, had not a fortitude equal to the buoyant temper
of the smuggler. The counterfeit bowed his head by the side of the
silent Alida, without reply. The ‘Skimmer of the Seas’ regarded the
group, a moment, with manly interest; and then touching the arm of
Ludlow, he walked, with a balancing step, along the spars, until they
had reached a spot where they might confer without causing unnecessary
alarm to their companions.
Although so imminent and so pressing a danger as that of the explosion
had passed, the situation of those who had escaped was scarcely better
than that of those who had been lost. The heavens showed a few
glimmering stars in the openings of the clouds; and now, that the first
contrast of the change had lessened, there was just enough light to
render all the features of their actual state gloomily imposing.
It has been said, that the fore-mast of the Coquette went by the board,
with most of its hamper aloft. The sails, with such portion of the
rigging as might help to sustain it, had been hastily cut away as
related; and after its fall, until the moment of the explosion, the
common men had been engaged, either in securing the staging, or in
clearing the wreck of those heavy ropes which, useless as fastenings,
only added to the weight of the mass. The whole wreck lay upon the sea,
with the yards crossed and in their places, much as the spars had
stood. The large booms had been unshipped, and laid in such a manner
around the top, with the ends resting on the lower and top-sail yards,
as to form the foundation of the staging. The smaller booms, with the
mess-chest and shot-boxes, were all that lay between the group in the
centre, and the depths of the ocean. The upper part of the top-rim rose
a few feet above the water, and formed an important protection against
the night-breeze and the constant washing of the waves. In this manner
were the females seated, cautioned not to trust their feet on the frail
security of the booms, and supported by the unremitting care of the
Alderman. François had submitted to be lashed to the top by one of the
brigantine’s seamen, while the latter, all of the common herd who
remained, encouraged by the presence of their standard-light, began to
occupy themselves in looking to the fastenings and other securities of
the raft.
“We are in no condition for a long or an active cruise, Captain
Ludlow,” said the Skimmer, when he and his companion were out of
hearing. “I have been at sea in all weathers, and in every description
of craft; but this is the boldest of my experiments on the water.—I
hope it may not be the last!”
“We cannot conceal from ourselves the frightful hazards we run,”
returned Ludlow, “however much we may wish them to be a secret to some
among us.”
“This is truly a deserted sea, to be abroad in, on a raft! Were we in
the narrow passages between the British islands and the Main, or even
in the Biscay waters, there would be hope that some trader or roving
cruiser might cross our track; but our chance here lies much between
the Frenchman and the brigantine.”
“The enemy has doubtless seen and heard the explosion, and, as the land
is so near, they will infer that the people are saved in the boats. Our
chance of seeing more of them is much diminished by the accident of the
fire, since there will no longer be a motive for remaining on the
coast.”
“And will your young officers abandon their captain without a search?”
“Hope of aid from that quarter is faint. The ship ran miles while in
flames, and, before the light returns, these spars will have drifted
leagues, with the ebbing tide, to seaward.”
“Truly, I have sailed with better auguries!” observed the Skimmer—“What
are the bearings and distance of the land?”
“It still lies to the north, but we are fast setting east and
southerly. Ere morning we shall be abeam of Montauk, or even beyond it;
we must already be some leagues in the offing.”
“That is worse than I had imagined!—but there is hope on the flood?”
“The flood will bear us northward again—but—what think you of the
heavens?”
“Unfavorable, though not desperate. The sea-breeze will return with the
sun.”
“And with it will return the swell! How long will these ill-secured
spars hold together, when agitated by the heave of the water? Or, how
long will those with us bear up against the wash of the sea,
unsupported by nourishment?”
“You paint in gloomy colors, Captain Ludlow,” said the free-trader,
drawing a heavy breath, in spite of all his resolution. “My experience
tells me you are right, though my wishes would fain contradict you.
Still, I think we have the promise of a tranquil night.”
“Tranquil for a ship, or even for a boat; but hazardous to a raft like
this. You see that this top-mast already works in the cap, at each
heave of the water, and as the wood loosens, our security lessens.”
“Thy council is not flattering!—Captain Ludlow, you are a seaman and a
man, and I shall not attempt to trifle with your knowledge. With you, I
think the danger imminent, and almost our only hope dependent on the
good fortune of my brigantine.”
“Will those in her think it their duty to quit their anchorage, to come
in quest of a raft whose existence is unknown to them?”
“There is hope in the vigilance of her of the sea-green mantle! You may
deem this fanciful, or even worse, at such a moment; but I, who have
run so many gauntlets under her favor, have faith in her fortunes.
Surely, you are not a seaman, Captain Ludlow, without a secret
dependence on some unseen and potent agency!”
“My dependence is placed in the agency of him who is all-potent, but
never visible. If he forget us, we may indeed despair!”
“This is well, but it is not the fortune I would express. Believe me,
spite of an education which teaches all you have said, and of a reason
that is often too clear for folly, there is a secret reliance on hidden
chances, that has been created by a life of activity and hazard, and
which, if it should do nothing better, does not abandon me to despair.
The omen of the light and the smile of my mistress would cheer me,
spite of a thousand philosophers!”
“You are fortunate in purchasing consolation so cheaply;” returned the
commander of Queen Anne, who felt a latent hope in his companion’s
confidence that he would have hesitated to acknowledge. “I see but
little that we can do to aid our chances, except it be to clear away
all unnecessary weight, and to secure the raft as much as possible by
additional lashings.”
The ‘Skimmer of the Seas’ assented to the proposal. Consulting a moment
longer, on the details of their expedients, they rejoined the group
near the top, in order to see them executed. As the seamen on the raft
were reduced to the two people of the brigantine, Ludlow and his
companion were obliged to assist in the performance of the duty.
Much useless rigging, that added to the pressure without aiding the
buoyancy of the raft, was cut away; and all the boom-irons were knocked
off the yards, and suffered to descend to the bottom of the ocean. By
these means a great weight was taken from the raft, which in
consequence floated with so much additional power to sustain those who
depended on it for life. The Skimmer, accompanied by his two silent but
obedient seamen, ventured along the attenuated and submerged spars to
the extremity of the tapering masts, and after toiling, with the
dexterity of men accustomed to deal with the complicated machinery of a
ship in the darkest nights, they succeeded in releasing the two smaller
masts with their respective yards, and in floating them down to the
body of the wreck, or the part around the top. Here the sticks were
crossed in a manner to give great additional strength and footing to
the stage.
There was an air of hope, and a feeling of increased security, in this
employment. Even the Alderman and François aided in the task, to the
extent of their knowledge and force. But when these alterations were
made, and additional lashings had been applied to keep the top-mast and
the larger yards in their places, Ludlow, by joining those who were
around the mast-head, tacitly admitted that little more could be done
to avert the chances of the elements.
During the few hours occupied in this important duty, Alida and her
companion addressed themselves to God, in long and fervent petitions.
With woman’s faith in that divine being who alone could avail them, and
with woman’s high mental fortitude in moments of protracted trial, they
had both known how to control the exhibition of their terrors, and had
sought their support in the same appeal to a power superior to all of
earth. Ludlow was therefore more than rewarded by the sound of Alida’s
voice, speaking to him cheerfully, as she thanked him for what he had
done, when he admitted that he could now do no more.
“The rest is with Providence!” added Alida. “All that bold and skilful
seamen can do, have ye done; and all that woman in such a situation can
do, have we done in your behalf!”
“Thou hast thought of me in thy prayers, Alida! It is an intercession
that the stoutest needs, and which none but the fool derides.”
“And thou, Eudora! thou hast remembered him who quiets the waters!”
said a deep voice, near the bending form of the counterfeit Seadrift.
“I have.”
“’Tis well.—There are points to which manhood and experience may pass,
and there are those where all is left to one mightier than the
elements!”
Words like these, coming from the lips of one of the known character of
the ‘Skimmer of the Seas,’ were not given to the winds. Even Ludlow
cast an uneasy look at the heavens, when they came upon his ear, as if
they conveyed a secret notice of the whole extremity of the danger by
which they were environed. None answered; and a long silence succeeded,
during which some of the more fatigued slumbered uneasily, spite of
their fearful situation.
In this manner did the night pass, in weariness and anxiety. Little was
said, and for hours scarce a limb was moved, in the group that
clustered around the mess-chest. As the signs of day appeared, however,
every faculty was keenly awake, to catch the first signs of what they
had to hope, or the first certainty of what they had to fear.
The surface of the ocean was still smooth, though the long swells in
which the element was heaving and setting, sufficiently indicated that
the raft had floated far from the land. This fact was rendered sure,
when the light, which soon appeared along the eastern margin of the
narrow view, was shed gradually over the whole horizon. Nothing was at
first visible, but one gloomy and vacant waste of water. But a cry of
joy from Seadrift, whose senses had long been practised in ocean
sights, soon drew all eyes in the direction opposite to that of the
rising sun, and it was not long before all on the low raft had a view
of the snowy surfaces of a ship’s sails, as the glow of morning touched
the canvas.
“It is the Frenchman!” said the free-trader. “He is charitably looking
for the wreck of his late enemy!”
“It may be so, for our fate can be no secret to him;” was the answer of
Ludlow. “Unhappily, we had run some distance from the anchorage, before
the flames broke out. Truly, those with whom we so lately struggled for
life, are bent on a duty of humanity.”
“Ah, yonder is his crippled consort!—to leeward many a league. The gay
bird has been too sadly stripped of its plumage, to fly so near the
wind! This is man’s fortune! He uses his power, at one moment, to
destroy the very means that become necessary to his safety, the next.”
“And what think you of our hopes?” asked Alida, searching in the
countenance of Ludlow a clue to their fate. “Does the stranger move in
a direction favorable to our wishes?”
Neither Ludlow nor the Skimmer replied. Both regarded the frigate
intently, and then, as objects became more distinct, both answered, by
a common impulse, that the ship was steering directly towards them. The
declaration excited general hope, and even the negress was no longer
restrained by her situation from expressing her joy in vociferous
exclamations of delight.
A few minutes of active and ready exertion succeeded. A light boom was
unlashed from the raft, and raised on its end, supporting a little
signal, made of the handkerchiefs of the party, which fluttered in the
light breeze, at the elevation of some twenty feet above the surface of
the water. After this precaution was observed, they were obliged to
await the result in such patience as they could assume. Minute passed
after minute, and, at each moment, the form and proportions of the ship
became more distinct, until all the mariners of the party declared they
could distinguish men on her yards. A cannon would have readily sent
its shot from the ship to the raft, and yet no sign betrayed the
consciousness of those in the former of the proximity of the latter.
“I do not like his manner of steering!” observed the Skimmer to the
silent and attentive Ludlow. “He yaws broadly, as if disposed to give
up the search. God grant him the heart to continue on his course ten
minutes longer!”
“Have we no means of making ourselves heard?” demanded the Alderman.
“Methinks the voice of a strong man might be sent thus far across the
water when life is the stake.”
The more experienced shook their heads; but, not discouraged, the
burgher raised his voice with a power that was sustained by the
imminency of the peril. He was joined by the seamen, and even Ludlow
lent his aid, until all were hoarse with the fruitless efforts. Men
were evidently aloft, and in some numbers, searching the ocean with
their eyes, but still no answering signal came from the vessel.
The ship continued to approach, and the raft was less than half a mile
from her bows, when the vast fabric suddenly receded from the breeze,
showed the whole of its glittering broadside, and, swinging its yards,
betrayed by its new position that the search in that direction was
abandoned. The instant Ludlow saw the filling-off of the frigate’s
bows, he cried—
“Now, raise your voices together;—this is the final chance!”
They united in a common shout, with the exception of the ‘Skimmer of
the Seas.’ The latter leaned against the top with folded arms,
listening to their impotent efforts with a melancholy smile.
“It is well attempted,” said the calm and extraordinary seaman when the
clamor had ceased, advancing along the raft and motioning for all to be
silent; “but it has failed. The swinging of the yards, and the orders
given in waring ship, would prevent a stronger sound from being audible
to men so actively employed. I flatter none with hope, but this is
truly the moment for a final effort.”
He placed his hands to his mouth, and, disregarding words, he raised a
cry so clear, so powerful, and yet so full, that it seemed impossible
those in the vessel should not hear. Thrice did he repeat the
experiment, though it was evident that each successive exertion was
feebler than the last.
“They hear!” cried Alida. “There is a movement in the sails!”
“’Tis the breeze freshening;” answered Ludlow in sadness, at her side.
“Each moment takes them away!”
The melancholy truth was too apparent for denial, and for half an hour
the retiring ship was watched in the bitterness of disappointment. At
the end of that time, she fired a gun, spread additional canvas on her
wide booms, and stood away before the wind, to join her consort, whose
upper sails were already dipping to the surface of the sea, in the
southern board. With this change in her movements, vanished all
expectation of succor from the cruiser of the enemy.
Perhaps, in every situation of life, it is necessary that hope should
be first lessened by disappointment, before the buoyancy of the human
mind will permit it to descend to the level of an evil fortune. Until a
frustrated effort teaches him the difficulty of the attempt, he who has
fallen may hope to rise again; and it is only when an exertion has been
made with lessened means, that we learn the value of advantages, which
have perhaps been long enjoyed, with a very undue estimate of their
importance. Until the stern of the French frigate was seen retiring
from the raft, those who were on it had not been fully sensible of the
extreme danger of their situation. Hope had been strongly excited by
the return of dawn; for while the shadows of night lay on the ocean,
their situation resembled that of one who strove to pierce the
obscurity of the future, in order to obtain a presage of better
fortunes. With the light had come the distant sail. As the day
advanced, the ship had approached, relinquished her search, and
disappeared, without a prospect of her return.
The stoutest heart among the group on the raft began to sink at the
gloomy fate which now seemed inevitable.
“Here is an evil omen!” whispered Ludlow, directing his companion’s
eyes to the dark and pointed fins of three or four sharks, that were
gliding above the surface of the water, and in so fearful a proximity
to their persons, as to render their situation on the low spars, over
which the water was washing and retiring at each rise and fall of the
waves, doubly dangerous.—“The creature’s instinct speaks ill for our
hopes!”
“There is a belief among seamen, that these animals feel a secret
impulse, which directs them to their prey;” returned the Skimmer. “But
fortune may yet balk them.—Rogerson!” calling to one of his
followers;—“thy pockets are rarely wanting in a fisherman’s tackle.
Hast thou, haply, line and hook, for these hungry miscreants? The
question is getting narrowed to one, in which the simplest philosophy
is the wisest. When eat or to be eaten, is the mooted point, most men
will decide for the former.”
A hook of sufficient size was soon produced, and a line was quietly
provided from some of the small cordage that still remained about the
masts. A piece of leather, torn from a spar, answered for the bait; and
the lure was thrown. Extreme hunger seemed to engross the voracious
animals, who darted at the imaginary prey with the rapidity of
lightning. The shock was so sudden and violent, that the hapless
mariner was drawn from his slippery and precarious footing, into the
sea. The whole passed with a frightful and alarming rapidity. A common
cry of horror was heard, and the last despairing glance of the fallen
man was witnessed. The mutilated body floated for an instant in its
blood, with the look of agony and terror still imprinted on the
conscious countenance. At the next moment, it had become food for the
monsters of the sea.
All had passed away, but the deep dye on the surface of the ocean. The
gorged fish disappeared; but the dark spot remained near the immovable
raft, as if placed there to warn the survivors of their fate.
“This is horrible!” said Ludlow.
“A sail!” shouted the Skimmer, whose voice and tone, breaking in on
that moment of intense horror and apprehension, sounded like a cry from
the heavens. “My gallant brigantine!”
“God grant she come with better fortune than those who have so lately
left us!”
“God grant it, truly! If this hope fail, there is none left. Few pass
here, and we have had sufficient proof that our top-gallants are not so
lofty as to catch every eye.”
All attention was now bestowed on the white speck which was visible on
the margin of the ocean, and which the ‘Skimmer of the Seas’
confidently pronounced to be the Water-Witch. None but a seaman could
have felt this certainty; for, seen from the low raft, there was little
else to be distinguished but the heads of the upper sails. The
direction too was unfavorable, as it was to leeward; but both Ludlow
and the free-trader assured their companions, that the vessel was
endeavoring to beat in with the land.
The two hours that succeeded lingered like days of misery. So much
depended on a variety of events, that every circumstance was noted by
the seamen of the party, with an interest bordering on agony. A failure
of the wind might compel the vessel to remain stationary, and then both
brigantine and raft would be at the mercy of the uncertain currents of
the ocean; a change of wind might cause a change of course, and render
a meeting impossible; an increase of the breeze might cause
destruction, even before the succor could come. In addition to these
obvious hazards, there were all the chances which were dependent on the
fact that the people of the brigantine had every reason to believe the
fate of the party was already sealed.
Still, fortune seemed propitious; for the breeze, though steady, was
light, the intention of the vessel was evidently to pass somewhere near
them, and the hope that their object was search, so strong and
plausible, as to exhilarate every bosom.
At the expiration of the time named, the brigantine passed the raft to
leeward, and so near as to render the smaller objects in her rigging
distinctly visible.
“The faithful fellows are looking for us!” exclaimed the free-trader,
with strong emotion in his voice. “They are men to scour the coast, ere
they abandon us!”
“They pass us—wave the signal—it may catch their eyes!”
The little flag was unheeded, and, after so long and so intense
expectation, the party on the raft had the pain to see the swift-moving
vessel glide past them, and drawing so far ahead as to leave little
hope of her return. The heart of even the ‘Skimmer of the Seas’
appeared to sink within him, at the disappointment.
“For myself, I care not;” said the stout mariner mournfully. “Of what
consequence is it, in what sea, or on what voyage, a seaman goes into
his watery tomb?—but for thee, my hapless and playful Eudora, I could
wish another fate—ha!—she tacks!—the sea-green lady has an instinct for
her children, after all!”
The brigantine was in stays.—In ten or fifteen minutes more, the vessel
was again abeam of the raft, and to windward.
“If she pass us now, our chance is gone, without a shadow of hope;”
said the Skimmer, motioning solemnly for silence. Then, applying his
hands to his mouth, he shouted, as if despair lent a giant’s volume to
his lungs—
“Ho! The Water-Witch!—ahoy!”
The last word issued from his lips with the clear, audible cry, that
the peculiar sound is intended to produce. It appeared as if the
conscious little bark knew its commander’s voice; for its course
changed slightly, as if the fabric were possessed of the consciousness
and faculties of life.
“Ho! The Water-Witch!—ahoy!” shouted the Skimmer, with a still mightier
effort.
“—Hilloa!” came down faintly on the breeze, and the direction of the
brigantine again altered.
“The Water-Witch!—the Water-Witch!—ahoy!” broke out of the lips of the
mariner of the shawl, with a supernatural force,—the last cry being
drawn out, till he who uttered it sunk back exhausted with the effort.
The words were still ringing in the ears of the breathless party on the
raft, when a heavy shout swept across the water. At the next moment the
boom of the brigantine swung off, and her narrow bows were seen
pointing towards the little beacon of white that played above the sea.
It was but a moment, but it was a moment pregnant with a thousand hopes
and fears, before the beautiful craft was gliding within fifty feet of
the top. In less than five minutes, the spars of the Coquette were
floating on the wide ocean, unpeopled and abandoned.
The first sensation of the ‘Skimmer of the Seas,’ when his foot touched
the deck of his brigantine might have been one of deep and intense
gratitude. He was silent, and seemingly oppressed at the throat.
Stepping along the planks, he cast an eye aloft, and struck his hand
powerfully on the capstan, in a manner that was divided between
convulsion and affection. Then he smiled grimly on his attentive and
obedient crew, speaking with all his wonted cheerfulness and authority.
“Fill away the top-sail—brace up and haul aft! Trim everything flat as
boards, boys;—jam the hussy in with the coast!”