Chapter IV.

‘ — Be patient, for the prize I’ll bring thee to,  

Shall hood-wink this mischance — ’


The air, audacity, and language of the unknown mariner had produced a marked sensation, among the passengers of the periagua. It was plain, by the playfulness that lurked about the coal-black eye of la belle Barberie, that she had been amused by his sarcasms, though the boldness of his manner had caused her to maintain the reserve, which she believed necessary to her sex and condition. The Patroon studied the countenance of his mistress, and, though half offended by the freedom of the intruder, he had believed it wisest to tolerate the liberties, as the natural excesses of a spirit that had been lately released from the monotony of a sea-life. The repose which usually reigned in the countenance of the Alderman had been a little troubled; but he succeeded in concealing his discontent, from any impertinent observation. When the chief actor in the foregoing scene, therefore, saw fit to withdraw, the usual tranquility was restored, and his presence appeared to be forgotten.

An ebbing tide and a freshening breeze quickly carried the periagua past the smaller islands of the bay, and brought the cruiser called the Coquette more distinctly into view. This vessel, a ship of twenty guns, lay abreast of the hamlet on the shores of Staten Island, which was the destination of the ferry boat. Here was the usual anchorage of outward bound ships, which awaited a change of wind, and it was here, that vessels then, as in our times, were subject to those examinations and delays which are imposed for the safety of the inhabitants of the city. The Coquette was alone, however; for the arrival of a trader, from a distant port, was an event of unfrequent occurrence, at the commencement of the eighteenth century.

The course of the periagua brought her within fifty feet of the sloop of war. As the former approached, a movement of curiosity and interest occurred among those she contained.

“Take more room for your milk-maid,” grumbled the Alderman, observing that the Schipper was willing to gratify his passengers, by running as near as possible to the dark sides of the cruiser. “Seas and Oceans! is not York bay wide enough, that you must brush the dust out of the muzzles of the guns of yon lazy ship! If the queen knew how her money was eaten and drunk, by the idle knaves aboard her, she would send them all to hunt for free+booters among the islands. Look at the land, Alida, child, and you’ll think no more of the fright the gaping dunce is giving thee; he only wishes to show his skill in steering.”

But the niece manifested none of the terror that the uncle was willing to ascribe to her fears. Instead of turning pale, the colour deepened on her cheeks, as the periagua came dancing along, under the lee of the cruiser, and if her respiration became quicker than usual, it was scarcely produced by the agitation of alarm. The near sight of the tall masts, and of the maze of cordage that hung nearly above their heads, however, prevented the change from being noted. A hundred curious eyes were already peeping at them, through the ports, or over the bulwarks of the ship, when suddenly, an officer, who wore the undress of a naval captain of that day, sprang into the main rigging of the cruiser, and saluted the party in the periagua, by waving his hat, hurriedly, like one who was agreeably taken by surprise.

“A fair sky and gentle breezes to each and all!” he cried with the hearty manner of a seaman. “I kiss my hand to the fair Alida; and the Alderman will take a sailor’s good wishes; Mr. Van Staats, I salute you.”

“Ay,” muttered the burgher, “your idlers have nothing better to do, than to make words answer for deeds. A lazy war and a distant enemy make you seamen the lords of the land, Capt. Ludlow.”

Alida blushed still deeper, hesitated, and then, by a movement that was half involuntary, she waved her handkerchief. The young Patroon arose, and answered the salutation, by a courteous bow. By this time the ferry boat was nearly past the ship, and the scowl was quitting the face of the Alderman, when the mariner of the India-Shawl sprang to his feet, and, in a moment, he stood, again, in the centre of their party.

“A pretty seat-boat, and a neat show aloft!” he said, as his understanding eye scanned the rigging of the royal cruiser, taking the tiller at the same time, with all his former indifference from the hands of the Schipper. “Her Majesty should have good service from such a racer, and no doubt the youth in her rigging is a man to get the most out of his craft. We’ll take another observation. Draw away your head sheet, boy.”

The stranger had put the helm a-lee, while speaking, and by the time the order he had given was uttered, the quick-working boat was about, and nearly filled on the other tack. In another minute, she was again brushing along the side of the sloop of war. A common complaint against this hardy interference with the regular duty of the boat, was about to break out of the lips of the Alderman and the Schipper, when he of the India-Shawl lifted his cap, and addressed the officer in the rigging, with all the self-possession he had manifested in the intercourse with those nearer his person.

“Has her Majesty need of a man in her service, who has seen, in his time, more blue water than hard ground; or is there no empty berth in so gallant a cruiser, for one who must do a seaman’s duty, or starve?”

The descendant of the king-hating Ludlows, as the Lord Cornbury had styled the race of the commander of the Coquette, was quite as much surprised, by the appearance of him who put this question, as he was by the coolness with which a mariner of ordinary condition presumed to address an officer, who bore so high a commission as his own. He had however, sufficient time to recollect in whose presence he stood, ere he replied, for the stranger had, again, placed the helm a-lee, and caused the foresail to be thrown aback; a change that made the periagua stationary.

“The queen will always receive a bold mariner in her pay, if he come prepared to serve with skill and fidelity,” he said; “as a proof of which, let a rope be thrown the periagua; we shall treat more at our ease under her Majesty’s pennant. I shall be proud to entertain Alderman Van Beverout, in the mean time, and a cutter will always be at his command, when he shall have occasion to quit us.”

“Your land-loving Aldermen find their way from a Queen’s cruiser to the shore, more easily than a seaman of twenty years experience;” returned the other, without giving the burgher time to express his thanks for the polite offer of the other. “You have gone through the Gibraltar passage, without doubt, noble captain, being a gentleman that has got so fine a boat under his orders?”

“Duty has taken me into the Italian seas, more than once,” answered Ludlow, half disposed to resent this familiarity, though too anxious to keep the periagua near, to quarrel with him, who so evidently had produced the unexpected pleasure.

“Then you know that, though a lady might fan a ship through the straits eastward, it needs a Levant breeze, to bring her out again. Her Majesty’s pennants are long, and when they get foul around the limbs of a thoroughly bred sea-dog, it passes all his art to clear the jam. It is most worthy of remark, that the better the seaman the less his power to cast loose the knot!”

“If the pennant be so long, it may reach farther than you wish! — But a bold volunteer has no occasion to dread a press.”

“I fear the berth I wish is filled,” returned the other, curling his lip: “Let draw the fore+sheet, lad; we will take our departure, leaving the fly of the pennant well under our lee. Adieu, brave Captain; when you have need of a thorough rover, and dream of stern chases and wet sails, think of him who visited your ship at her lazy moorings.”

Ludlow bit his lip, and though his fine face reddened to the temples, he met the arch glance of Alida, and laughed. But he who had so hardily braved the resentment of a man, powerful as the commander of a royal cruiser in a British colony, appeared to understand the hazard of his situation. The periagua whirled round on her heel, and at the next minute it was bending to the breeze, and dashing through the little waves towards the shore. Three boats left the cruiser at the same moment. One, which evidently contained her captain, advanced with the usual, dignified movement, of a barge landing an officer of rank, but the others were urged ahead, with all the earnestness of a hot chase.

“Unless disposed to serve the queen, you have not done well, my friend, to brave one of her commanders at the muzzles of his guns,” observed the Patroon, soon as the state of the case became too evident to doubt of the intentions of the man-of-war’s men.

“That Capt. Ludlow would gladly take some of us out of this boat, by fair means foul, is a fact clear as a bright star in a cloudless night, and well knowing a seamans duty to his superiors, I shall leave him to his choice.”

“In which case you will shortly eat her Majestys bread,” pithily returned the Alderman.

“The food is unpalateable and I reject it — and yet here is a boat, whose crew seem determined to make one swallow worse fare.”

The unknown mariner ceased speaking, for the situation of the periagua, was truly getting to be a little critical. At least so it seemed to the less instructed landsmen, who were witnesses of this unexpected rencontre. As the ferry-boat had drawn in with the island, the wind hauled more through the pass, which communicates with the outer bay, and it became necessary to heave about, twice, in order to fetch to windward of the usual landing place. The first of these manoeuvres had been executed, and as it necessarily changed their course, the passengers saw that the cutter to which the stranger alluded was enabled to get within- shore of them; or nearer to the wharf, where they ought to land, than they were themselves. Instead of suffering himself to be led off by a pursuit, that he knew might easily be rendered useless, the officer who commanded this boat cheered his men, and pulled swiftly to the point of debarkation. On the other hand, a second cutter, which had already reached the line of the periagua’s course, lay on its oars, and awaited its approach. The unknown mariner manifested no intention to avoid the interview. He still held the tiller, and as effectualy commanded the little vessel, as if his authority were of a more regular character. The audacity and decision of his air and conduct, aided by the consummate manner in which he worked the boat, might alone have achieved this momentary usurpation, had not the general feeling against impressment been so much in his favor.

“The devil’s fangs!” grumbled the Schipper. “If you should keep the Milk-maid away, we shall lose a little in distance, though I think the man-of-war’s men will be puzzled to catch her, with a flowing sheet!”

“The Queen has sent a message by the gentleman,” the mariner rejoined; “it would be unmannerly to refuse to hear it.”

“Heave-to, the periagua!” shouted the young officer, in the cutter. “In her Majesty’s name, I command you, obey.”

“God bless the royal lady!” returned he of the foul anchors, and gay shawl, while the swift ferry-boat continued to dash ahead. “We owe her duty, and are glad to see so proper a gentleman employed in her behalf.”

By this time the boats were fifty feet asunder. No sooner was there room, than the periagua once more flew round, and commenced anew its course, dashing in again towards the shore. It was necessary, however, to venture within an oar’s length of the cutter, or to keep away, a loss of ground to which he who controlled her movements showed no disposition to submit. The officer arose, and, as the periagua drew near, it was evident his hand held a pistol, though he seemed reluctant to exhibit the weapon. The mariner stepped aside, in a manner to offer a full view of all in his groupe, as he sarcastically observed —

“Choose your object, Sir; in such a party, a man of sentiment may have a preference.”

The young man coloured, as much with shame at the degrading duty he had been commissioned to perform, as with vexation at his failure. Recovering his self composure, however, he lifted his hat to la belle Barbèrie, and the periagua dashed on, in triumph. Still the leading cutter was near the shore, where it soon arrived, the crew lying on their oars at the end of the wharf, in evident expectation of the arrival of the ferry boat. At this sight, the Schipper shook his head, and looked up in the bold face of his passenger, in a manner to betray, how much his mind misgave the result. But the tall mariner maintained his coolness, and began to make merry allusions to the service which he had braved with so much temerity, and from which no one believed he was yet likely to escape. By the former manoeuvres the periagua had gained a position well to windward of the wharf, and she was now steered close upon the wind, directly for the shore. Against the consequences of a perseverance in this course, however, the Schipper saw fit to remonstrate.

“Shipwrecks and rocky bottoms!” exclaimed the alarmed waterman. “A Holland galliot would go to pieces, if you should run her in among those stepping stones, with this breeze! No honest boatman loves to see a man stowed in a cruiser’s hold, like a thief caged in his prison, but when it comes to breaking the nose of the Milk-maid, it is asking too much of her owner, to stand by and look on.”

“There shall not be a dimple of her lovely countenance deranged,” answered his cool passenger. “Now, lower away your sails, and we’ll run along the shore, down to yon wharf. ‘Twould be an ungallant act to treat the dairy girl with so little ceremony, gentlemen, after the lively foot and quick evolutions she has shown in our behalf. The best dancer in the Island, could not have better played her part, though jigging under the music of a three string’d fiddle!”

By this time the sails were lowered, and the periagua was gliding down towards the place of landing, running always at the distance of some fifty feet from the shore.

“Every craft has its allotted time, like a mortal,” continued the inexplicable mariner of the India-shawl. “If she is to die a sudden death, there is your beam-end and stern way, which takes her into the grave without funeral service, or parish prayers; your dropsy is being water-logged; gout and rheumatism kill like a broken back and loose joints; indigestion is a shifting cargo, with guns a drift; the gallows is a bottomry bond, with lawyers fees; while fire, drowning, death by religious melancholy, and suicide are a careless gunner, sunken rocks, false lights, and a lubberly captain.”

Ere any were apprised of his intention, this singular being then sprang from the boat on the cap of a little rock, over which the waves were washing, whence he bounded, from stone to stone, by vigorous efforts, till he fairly leaped to land. In another minute he was lost to view, among the dwellings of the hamlet.

The arrival of the periagua, which immediately after reached the wharf, the disappointment of the cutter’s crew, and the return of both the boats to their ship, succeeded as matters of course.