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Title: The Sea-Witch; Or, The African Quadroon: A Story of the Slave Coast

Author: Maturin M. Ballou


        
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THE SEA-WITCH:

OR, THE AFRICAN QUADROON A STORY OF THE SLAVE COAST.


BY LIEUTENANT MURRAY.


NEW YORK:




CONTENTS

      I.  OUTWARD BOUND.
     II.  CAPTAIN WILL RATLIN.
    III.  THE GALE.
     IV.  BRAMBLE PARK.
      V.  THE NAVAL OFFICER.
     VI.  THE WRECK.
    VII.  THE SEA WITCH.
   VIII.  THE QUADROON.
     IX.  THE ATTACK.
      X.  THE DUEL.
     XI.  THE HUES OF LOVE.
    XII.  THE CONFLICT.
   XIII.  THE TRIAL.
    XIV.  THE BROTHERS.
     XV.  THE ESCAPE.
    XVI.  THE CANNIBALS.
   XVII.  THE POISONED BARB.
  XVIII.  THE DENOUEMENT.

  LA TARANTULA.  BY GIDDINGS H. BALLOU.
  THE GOLDSMITH OF PARIS.  BY H. W. LORING.
  MISS HENDERSON'S THANKSGIVING DAY.  BY HORATIO ALGER, JR.
  THE FIREMAN.  BY MISS M. C. MONTAIGNE.





PREFACE.


LET the reader peruse the following story with the same spirit in which
it was written, and not conceive that it is either a pro-slavery or
anti-slavery tale. The "peculiar institution" which is herein
introduced, is brought forward simply as an auxiliary, and not as a
feature of the story. It is only referred to where the plot and locality
upon the slave coast have rendered this necessary, and the careful
reader will observe that the subject is treated with entire
impartiality. These few remarks are introduced, because we desire to
appear consistent. Our paper shall neither directly nor indirectly
further any sectional policy or doctrine, and in its conduct shall be
neutral, free and independent.--Editor of The Flag of our Union.




THE SEA-WITCH.


CHAPTER I.

OUTWARD BOUND.


OUR story opens in that broad, far-reaching expanse of water which lies
deep and blue between the two hemispheres, some fifteen degrees north of
the equator, in the latitude of Cuba and the Cape Verd Islands. The
delightful trade winds had not fanned the sea on a finer summer's day
for a twelvemonth, and the waves were daintily swelling upon the heaving
bosom of the deep, as though indicating the respiration of the ocean. It
was scarcely a day's sail beyond the flow of the Caribbean Sea, that one
of those noblest results of man's handiwork, a fine ship, might have
been seen gracefully ploughing her course through the sky-blue waters of
the Atlantic. She was close-hauled on the larboard tack, steering
east-southeast, and to a sailor's eye presented a certain indescribable
something that gave her taut rig and saucy air a dash of mystery, which
would have set him to speculating at once as to her character and the
trade she followed.

Few things can be named that more potently challenge our admiration than
a full-sized ship under way; her myriad of ropes, sails and
appointments, all so complete and well-controlled, the power of her
volition, the promptness with which she obeys the slightest movement of
the helm, the majestic grace of her inclination to the power of the
winds, and the foaming prow and long glistening wake, all go to make up
the charm and peculiarity of a nautical picture. There is true poetry in
such a scene as this, beauty fit to move the heart of an anchorite. No
wonder the sailor loves his ship like a mistress; no wonder he
discourses of her charms with the eloquence of true love and confiding
trust; no landsman can be more enamored of his promised bride.

But the craft to which we especially refer at the present writing, was a
coquette of the first class, beautiful in the extreme, and richly
meriting the name that her owners had placed in golden letters on her
stern--the "Sea Witch." She was one of that class of vessels known as
flat upon the floor, a model that caused her to draw but little water,
and enabled her to run free over a sandbar or into an inlet, where an
ordinary ship's long boat would have grounded. She was very long and
sharp, with graceful concave lines, and might have measured some five
hundred tons. Speed had evidently been the main object aimed at in her
construction, the flatness of her floor giving her great buoyancy, and
her length ensuring fleetness. These were points that would at once have
struck a sailor's eye, as he beheld the ship bowling gracefully on her
course by the power of the trade winds that so constantly befriend the
mariners in these latitudes.

We have said that the "Sea Witch" was of peculiar model, and so indeed
she was. Contrary to the usual rig of what are called clipper ships, her
masts, instead of raking, were perfectly upright, for the purpose of
enabling her to carry more press of sail when need be, and to hold on
longer when speed should be of vital importance--that the straighter
construction of the masts furthers this object, is a fact long since
proven in naval architecture. She was very low, too, in her rigging,
having tremendous square yards; enabling the canvass to act more
immediately upon the hull, instead of operating as a lever aloft, and
keeping the ship constantly off an even keel. Though low in the waist,
yet her ends rose gracefully in a curve towards the terminations fore
and aft, making her very dry on either the quarter-deck or forecastle.
She might have numbered fifty men for her crew, and if you had looked in
board over her bulwarks you would have seen that her complement was made
up of men. There were none there but real able-bodied seamen--sea dogs,
who had roughed it in all weather, and on all sorts of allowance.

There was a quiet and orderly mien about the deck and among the watch,
that spoke of the silent yet potent arm of authority. The men spoke to
each other now and then, but it was in an under tone, and there was no
open levity. A few men were lounging about the heel of the bowsprit on
the forecastle, one or two were busy in the waist coiling cable; an
officer of second or third caste a quiet, but decided character, to
judge from his features, stood with folded arms just abaft the
mizzen-mast, and a youthful figure, almost too young seemingly for so
responsible a post, leaned idly against the monkey-rail, near the sage
old tar who was at the helm. At first you might have supposed him a
supercargo, an owner's son as passenger, or something of that sort, from
the quite-at-home air he exhibited; but now and then he cast one of
those searching and understanding glances aloft and fore and aft, taking
in the whole range of the ship's trim, and the way she did her duty,
that you realized at once the fact of his position; and you could not
mistake the fact that he was her commander.

He wore a glazed tarpaulin hat of coarse texture, and his dress was of
little better material than that of the crew he commanded, but it set it
somehow quite jauntily upon his fine, well-developed form, and there
was an unmistakable air of conscious authority about him that showed him
to be no stranger to control, or the position which he filled. The hair,
escaping in glossy curls from beneath his hat, added to a set of very
regular features a fine effect, while a clear, full blue eye, and an
open, ingenuous expression of countenance, told of manliness of heart
and chivalric hardihood of character. Exposure to the elements had
bronzed his skin, but there were no wrinkles there, and Captain Will
Ratlin could not have seen more than two and twenty years, though most
of them had doubtless been passed upon the ocean, for his well-knit form
showed him to be one thoroughly inured to service.

"She does her work daintily, Captain Ratlin," said he who was evidently
an officer, and who had been standing by the mainmast, but now walked
aft.

"Yes, Mr. Faulkner, 'daintily' is the word. I wish our beauty could be a
little more spunky, time is money in our business, sir," was the prompt
reply.

"But the willing craft does all she can, sir."

"I don't know, Mr. Faulkner, we can make her do almost anything."

"But talk," added the mate.

"Ay, she will do that in her own way, and eloquently, too," continued
his superior.

"In coming out of Matanzas, when you made her back and fill like a
saddle horse, I thought she was little less than a human being," said
the mate, honestly.

"She minds her helm like a beauty, and feels the slightest pull upon her
sheets."

"I never saw a vessel lie closer to the wind," said the mate; "she eats
right into it, and yet has not shaken a foot of canvass this half hour."

"That is well."

"It's uncommon, sir," continued the other.

"She must and can do better, though," said the young commander, with an
air of slight impatience. "Call the watch below, Mr. Faulkner, we will
treat our mistress to a new dress this bright day, and flatter her pride
a little; she is of the coquette school, and will bear a little
dalliance."

"Ay, ay, sir," responded the officer, without further parley, walking
forward to the fore hatch, and with a few quick blows with a handspike,
and a clear call, he summoned that portion of the crew whose hours of
release from duty permitted them below. The signal rang sharply through
the ship, and caused an instant response.

A score of dark forms issued forth from the forecastle, embracing
representatives from nearly half the nations of the globe; but they were
sturdy sailors, and used to obey the word of command, men to be relied
upon in an emergency, rough in exterior, but within either soft as women
or hard as steel, according to the occasion.

Now it was that an observer not conversant with the "Sea Witch," and
looking at her from a distance, would have naturally concluded that she
was most appropriately named, for how else could her singular manouvres
and the result that followed be explained? Suddenly the mizzen royal
disappeared, followed by the top-gallant sail, topsail, and cross-jack
courses, seeming to melt away under the eye like a misty veil, while,
almost in a moment of time, there appeared a spanker, gaff topsail and
gaff top-gallantsail in their place, while the vessel still held on her
course.

A moment later, and the royal top-gallantsail, topsail and mainsail
disappear from the main mast, upon which appears a regular fore and aft
suit of canvass, consisting of mainsail, gaff topsail, and gaff
top-gallantsail, reducing the vessel to a square rig forward, and a
plain fore and aft rig aft. A few minutes more, and the foremast passed
through the same metamorphose, leaving the "Sea Witch" a three-masted
schooner, with fore and aft sails on every mast and every stay. All this
had been accomplished with a celerity that showed the crew to be no
strangers to the manouvres through which they had just passed, each man
requiring to work with marked intelligence. Fifty well drilled men,
thorough sea dogs, can turn a five hundred ton ship "inside out," if the
controlling mind understands his position on the quarter-deck.

"She wears that dress as though it suited her taste exactly, Mr.
Faulkner," said the captain, running his eye over the vessel, and
glancing over the side to mark her headway.

"Any rig becomes the 'Sea Witch,'" answered the officer, with evident
pride.

"That is true," returned the captain. "Luff, sir, luff a bit, so, well,"
he continued to the man at the helm; "we will have all of her weatherly
points that site will give."

"The wind is rather more unsteady than it was an hour past," said Mr.
Faulkner.

"Rather puffy, and twice I thought it would haul right about, but here
we have it still from the north'rd and east'rd," replied the captain.

"Here it is again," added the mate, as the wind hauled once more.

The immediate object of the change in the vessel's rig, which we have
described, was at once apparent, enabling the vessel to lie nearer the
wind in her course, as well its giving her increased velocity by
bringing more canvass to draw than a square rig could do when close
hauled. But a shrewd observer would have been led to ask, what other
reason, save that of disguise, could have been the actuating motive in
thus giving to the "Sea Witch" a double character in her rig? For though
temporary and somewhat important advantage could at times be thus
gained, as we have seen, yet such an object alone would not have
warranted the increased outlay that was necessarily incurred, to say
nothing of the imperative necessity of a vessel's being very strongly
manned in order to enable her to thus change her entire aspect with any
ordinary degree of celerity, and as had just been accomplished.




CHAPTER II.

CAPTAIN WILL RATLIN.


THE watch below, after completing the work which had summoned them for
the time being on deck, tumbled helter-skelter down the fore hatch once
more, and left on the deck of the "Sea Witch" about a dozen able seamen
who formed the watch upon deck. A number of these were now gathered in a
knot on the forecastle, and while they were sitting cross-legged,
picking old rope, and preparing it in suitable form for caulking the
ship's seams, one of their number was spinning a yarn, the hero of which
was evidently him who now filled the post of commander on board their
vessel. The object of their remarks, meanwhile, stood once more quietly
leaning over the monkey-rail on the weather side of the quarter-deck,
quite unconscious that he was supplying a theme of entertainment to the
forecastle.

There was an absent expression in his handsome face, a look as though
his heart was far distant from the scene about him, and yet a habit of
watchful caution seemed ever and anon to recall his senses, and his
quick, keen glance would run over the craft from stem to stern with a
searching and comprehensive power that showed him master of his
profession, and worthy his trust. Trust?--what was the trust he held?
Surely, no legitimate commerce could warrant the outfit of such a vessel
as he controlled. A man-of-war could hardly have been more fully
equipped with means of offence and defence. Amidship, beneath that long
boat, was a long, heavy metalled gun that worked on a traverse, and
which could command nearly every point of the compass, while the ship
kept her course. Just inside the rise of the low quarter-deck--the cabin
being entered from the deck by the descent of a couple of steps--there
were ranged boarding pikes, muskets, cutlasses and pistols, ready for
instant use. In shape they formed stars, hearts and diamonds, dangerous
but fantastic ornaments.

The brightness of these arms, and the handy way in which they were
arranged in the sockets made to receive them, showed at once that they
were designed for use, while the various other fixtures of the cabin and
docks plainly bespoke preparation for conflict. A strong and lofty
boarding-netting being stowed, also, told of the readiness of the "Sea
Witch" to repel boarders. That all these preparations had been made
merely as ordinary precautions in a peaceful trade was by no means
probable; and yet there they were, and there stood the bright-eyed,
handsome and youthful commander upon the quarter-deck, but he did not
look the desperado--such a term would have poorly accorded with his
open and manly countenance, hie quiet and gentlemanly mien. A pirate
would hardly have dared to lay the course he steered in these latitudes,
where an English or French cruiser was very likely to cross his track.

"He handles a ship as prettily as ever a true blue did yet," said one of
the forecastle group, in replying to some remark of a comrade concerning
the commander.

"That's true," answered another; "he seems to have a sort of natural way
with him, as though he'd been born aboard and never seed the land at
all; and as to that matter, there may be them on board who say as much
of him."

"That isn't far from the truth," answered Bill Marline, "seein' he
started so arly on the sea he can't tell when he wasn't there himself."

"How was that matter, Bill?" asked one of his messmates. "They say you
have kept the captain's reckoning, man and boy, these fifteen years."

"That have I, and never a truer heart floated than the man you see
yonder leaning over the rail on the quarterdeck, where he belongs,"
answered Bill Marline.

"How did you first fall in with him, Bill?--Tell us that," said one of
the crew.

"Well, do ye see, messmates, it must have been the matter of thirteen
years ago, there or thereabouts, but I can't exactly say, seeing's I
never have kept a log and can't write; but must have been about that
length of time, when I was a foremast hand on board the 'Sea Lion,' as
fine an Indiaman as you would wish to see. We were lying in the
Liverpool docks, with sails bent and cargo stowed, under sailing orders,
when one afternoon there strolled alongside a boy rather ragged and
dirty, but with such eyes and such a countenance as would make him a
passport anywhere. Well, do ye see, we were lazing away time on board,
and waiting the captain's coming before we hauled out into the stream,
and so we coaxed the lad aboard. He either didn't know where he came
from or wouldn't tell, and when we proposed to take him to sea with us,
he readily agreed, and sure enough he sailed in the 'Sea Lion.'"

"Well, heave ahead, Bill," said one of the group, as the narrator
stopped to stove a fresh instalment of the Virginia weed in his larboard
cheek.

"Heave ahead."

"We hadn't got fairly clear of the channel," continued Bill Marline,
"before the boy had become a general favorite all over the ship. We
washed him up and bent on a new suit of toggery on him, with a reg'lar
tarpaulin, and there was almost a fight whether the forecastle or the
cabin should have him. At last it was left to the boy himself, and he
chose to remain with us in the forecastle. The boy wasn't sick an hour
on the passage until after we left the Cape of Good Hope, when the flag
halliards getting fouled, he was sent up to the peak to loosen it, and
by some lurch of the ship was throw upon deck. Why it didn't kill him
was the wonder of all, but the boy was crazy for near a month from the
blow on his head, which he got in falling, but he gradually got cured
under our captain's care.

"Well, do ye see, our captain was a regular whole-souled fellow, though
he did sometimes work up a hand's old iron pretty close for him, and so
he took the boy into the cabin and gave him a berth alongside his own,
and as he grew better took to teaching him the use of his instruments,
and mathematics, and the like. The boy they said was wonderful ready,
and learned like a book, and could take the sun and work up the ship's
course as well as the captain; but what was the funniest of all was
that, after he got well, he didn't know one of us, he had forgotten or
even how he came on board the ship, the injury had put such a stopper on
his brain that he had forgotten all that ever occurred before it. To my
mind, howdsomever, it wasn't much to forget, seeing he was little better
than a baby, and hadn't been to sea at all, and you know there aint
anything worth knowing on shore, more'n one can overhaul in a day's
leave, more or less, within hail of the sea."

"That's true," growled one or two of his messmates.

"Our ship was a first class freighter and passage vessel, and on the
home voyage we had plenty of ladies. 'Twas surprisin' to see how natural
like the boy took to 'em, and how they all liked him. He was constantly
learning something, and soon got so he could parley vou like a real
frog-eating Frenchman. And then, as I said before, he took the sun and
worked up the the ship's reckoning like a commodore. Well, do ye se,
messmates, we made a second and third voyage together in that ship, and
when master Will Ratlin--for that was a name we give him when he first
came on board, and he's kept it ever since--was a matter of fourteen
years, he was nearly as big as he is now, and acted as mate, and through
I say it, who ought to know somewhat about those things, I never seed a
better seaman of twice his years, always savin' present company,
messmates."

"In course, Bill," growled three or four of his messmates, heartily.

"Well, do ye see, messmates, we continued together in the same ship for
the matter of five years, and then master Will and I shipped in another
Indiaman, and we were in the 'Birmingham' for three years or more. One
day we lay off the Cape on the home passage, and a half dozen of us got
shore leave for a few hours, and I among the rest, and somehow I got
rather more grog aboard than I could stow, and when I came off, the
captain swore at me like a pirate, and after I got sober triced me up to
the main rigging for a round dozen. When all hands were called to
witness punishment, shiver my timbers, if master Will Ratlin, who was
the first mate, didn't walk boldly up to the captain, and say, blunt and
honest:

"'Captain Brace, Marline is an old and favorite seaman, and if you will
let this offence pass without further punishment, I will answer for his
future good behaviour, at all times. I ask it, sir, as a personal
favor.'

"'But discipline, discipline must be observed, Mr. Ratlin.'

"'I acknowledge he's in fault, sir,' said our mate.

"'And deserves the punishment,' said the captain.

"'I fear he does, sir; but yet I can't bear to see a good seaman
flogged, said the mate, apologetically.

"'Nor I either,' said the captain; 'but Bill Marline deserves the cat,
though as you make it a personal matter, why I'll let him off this time,
Mr. Ratlin.'

"The captain didn't wish to let me go, but he said he wished to gratify
his mate, and so I was cast loose, and after a broadside of advice, and
a hurricane of oaths, was turned over to duty again. I didn't forget
that favor, messmates, and sink me if I wouldn't go to the bottom to
serve him any time. He commanded a brig in the South American trade
after that, and would have made a mate of me, but somehow I've got a
weakness for grog that isn't very safe, and so he knows 'twont do. You
see him there now, messmates, as calm as a lady; but he's awake when
there's need of it. The man don't live that can handle a ship better
than he; and as for fighting, do ye see, messmates, we were running on
this here same tack, just off the--but avast upon that, I haven't any
more to say, messmates," said the speaker, demurely.

Bill Marline evidently found himself treading upon dangerous ground, and
wisely cut short his yarn, thereby creating a vast amount of curiosity
among his messmates, but he sternly refused to speak further upon the
subject. Either his commander had prohibited him, or he found that by
speaking he should in some way compromise the credit or honor of one
upon whom he evidently looked as being little less than one of a
superior order of beings to himself.

"But what do you bring up so sudden for? Pay out, old fellow, there's
plenty of sea-room, and no land-sharks to fear," said one of the group,
encouragingly.

"Never you mind, messmates, there's nothing like keeping a civil tongue
in your head, especially being quiet about other people's business,"
added Bill.

"What think you, Bill, of this present vocation, eh?" asked another
companion.

"I shipped for six months, that's all I know, and no questions asked. I
understand very well that Captain Ratlin wouldn't ship me where he
wouldn't go himself."

"Well, do you see, Bill, most of us are new on board here, though we
have knocked about long enough to get the number of our mess and to work
ship together, and don't perhaps feel so well satisfied as you do."

"Why, look ye, messmates, arnt you satisfied so long as the articles you
signed are kept by captain and crew?" asked Bill Marline, somewhat
tartly.

"Why, yes, as to that matter; but where are we bound, Bill?" asked the
other.

"Any boy in the ship can make out the 'Sea Witch's' course," said the
old tar, evasively. "We're in these here Northern Trades, close-hauled,
and heading, according to my reckoning, due east, and any man who has
stood his trick at the wheel of a ship, knows that such a course steered
from the West Indies will, if well followed, run down the Cape Verds;
that's all I know."

"Port Praya and a port; that was in the articles sure enough," answered
he who had questioned Bill Marline; "but the 'Sea Witch' will scarce
anchor there before she is off again, according to my reckoning."

That the old tar knew more than he chose to divulge, however, was
apparent to his comrades, but they knew him to be fixed when he chose,
and so did not endeavor by importunity to gather anything further from
him; so the conversation gradually changed into some other channel.

In the meantime, while the crew gathered about Bill Marline were thus
speculating, the vessel bowled along gracefully, with a speed that was
in itself exhilarating to her young commander, who still gazed idly at
the passing current. Once or twice a slight frown clouded his features,
and his lips moved as though he was striving within himself either
against real or imaginary evil, and then the same calm, placid manliness
of countenance radiated his handsome features, and his lips were
composed.

Now he turned to issue some necessary order, which was uttered in that
calm, manly distinctness that challenges obedience, and then he resumed
his idle gaze over the vessel's side, once more losing himself in his
day dream.




CHAPTER III.

THE GALE.


"THE Wind seems to be hauling," said the mate, walking aft, and
addressing his superior.

"Keep her a good full," said the captain, to the man at the helm.

"Ay, ay, sir," said the old tar, as he tried to make the sails draw by
altering the vessel's course a point or two more free.

"Here it is, sure enough," said the captain, "from the southwest. Up
with the men forward once more, Mr. Faulkner!--we must humor our
beauty."

"All hands oil deck!" shouted the mate at the hatch--an order which as
before was perfectly obeyed.

Almost as quickly as the foremast had been stripped of the square rig it
had at first borne, it was once more clothed again with its topsail and
mainsail, and in less than fifteen minutes the "Sea Witch" was under a
cloud of canvass, with studd'nsails out on both sides, while the fore
and aft sails on the main and mizzen were boomed out wing and wing dead
before the wind. The staysails and jibs were hauled down now as useless,
and the vessel flew like a courser. The change of wind had brought the
sea up, and the vessel had a gradual roll, causing the waves now and
then to come gracefully in over the waist, while the extreme fore and
aft parts of the handsome craft were perfectly dry.

"It has set her to waltzing, Mr. Faulkner," said his superior; "but she
improves her speed upon to it, and I think the breeze freshens from this
new quarter."

"Yes, sir. Do you see the long bank of white hereaway to the
south-southwest; it looks like a fog bank, but may be a squall," said
the mate.

"There are few squalls in these latitudes, Mr. Faulkner, and yet I don't
like the looks of the weather in the southern board," said the captain,
as he gazed to windward, with a quick, searching glance.

While he spoke, the wind came fresher and fresher, and now and then a
damp puff and lull, that were too significant tokens for a seaman to
disregard. Captain Ratlin jumped upon the inner braces of the taffrail,
and shading his eyes with his hands for a moment, looked steadily to
windward, then glanced at his well-filled sails as though he was loth to
lose even a minute of such a fair wind. He delayed, however, but a
second, when jumping down to the deck again, he issued his orders in
those brief but significant tones of voice, which at the same time
imparts promptness and confidence in a waiting crew on shipboard.

"In studd'nsails, gaff-topsails, fore royal and top-gallantsails, with a
will, men, cheerily, cheerily O!"

These were tones that the crew of the "Sea Witch" were no strangers to,
and sounds they loved, for they betokened a thorough and complete
feeling of confidence between commander and men, and they worked with
spirit.

"Lay aft here, and brail the spanker up!" continued the captain,
promptly.

"Ay, ay, sir!" was the response of a half dozen ready hands, as they
sprang to do his bidding.

The vessel was thus, by the consummation of these orders, quickly
reduced to her mainsail, foresail, and foretopsail, while she flew
before the on-coming gale at the rate of seventeen or eighteen knots an
hour, being actually much faster than the sea. It was now evident to
every one on board that a severe gale of wind was gathering, and its
force was momentarily more powerfully exercised upon the vessel.

"She staggers under it, Mr. Faulkner," said his superior, with a
calmness that evinced perfect self-reliance and coolness, while he
regarded the increasing gale.

"Ay, sir, you can drive her at almost any speed," answered the mate.
"She's like a mettled courser, sir, and loves the fleet track."

"Scud while you can, Mr. Faulkner, it's a true nautical rule. Some men
will always heave a ship to if there is a cap fill of--"

"Double-reef the mainsail!" shouted the captain, interrupting himself,
to give an order that he saw was imperative.

"--Wind, but I believe in scudding, if you can," he added.

"Double-reef foretopsail! and look ye, Mr. Faulkner, have presenter
sheets bent on the foresail, this wind is in earnest," said his
superior, more seriously, as he jumped into the mizzen shrouds and
scanned the sea to windward again.

The gale still increased, and everything being now made snug on board
the "Sea Witch," she was run before it with almost incredible speed. It
would have been a study to have regarded the calm self-possession and
complete coolness of the young commander during this startling gale; he
never once left his post, every inch of the vessel seemed under his eye,
and not the least trifle of duty was for a moment forgotten. If
possible, he was more particular than usual that his orders in the
smallest item were strictly observed, and thus with his iron will and
strong intelligence he mastered every contingency of the hour, imparting
that indispensable confidence among his people so requisite to perfect
control. There was a firmness now expressed in the compressed lips, and
a sternness in the eye, that had not before been manifested, while there
was a breathing of authority in his smallest order.

In an instant more the scene was changed! With terrific violence the
vessel flew up in the wind with the rapidity of thought, and a report
like that of a score of cannons fired at the same moment, was heard
above the roar of the winds.

"What lubberly trick is this?" shouted the captain, fiercely, to the old
tar who held his station at the wheel, and on whose faithfulness
everything depended.

"The wheel rope has parted on the larboard side, your honor," was the
reply.

"That is no man's fault," said his commander. "Bear a hand here, Mr.
Faulkner, and bend on a fresh wheel rope. Be lively; sir, be lively!"

The sails had been blown from the bolt-ropes, in an instant of time, and
the vessel now lay wallowing in the sea. Now once more was seen the
power of discipline and the coolness of the young commander, whose word
was law in that floating community. Fifty voices were raised in shouts
above the storm, suggesting this expedient and that, but that agile
figure, which we have already described, sprang lightly into the mizzen
shrouds, and with a voice that was heard by every soul on board the "Sea
Witch," shouted sternly:

"Silence in the ship!"

Not a voice was heard, and every man quietly awaited his order, looking
abashed that there had been a tongue heard save his who had the right
alone to speak.

"Cast the gasket off the foot of the fore and aft foresail."

"Ay, ay, sir!" responded the mate, who having secured the rudder, now
hastened by his commander, followed by a dozen hands, to execute the
order.

"Haul the sheet to port!"

"Ay, ay, sir!"

"Belay that!"

As the vessel felt the power of the canvass thus opportunely loosed and
brought to bear, she gradually paid off before the wind, and once more
had steerage way. Another foresail was now bent, and this time
double-reefed, the foretopsail, too, was bent, close-reefed and furled,
while the fore and aft foresail was once more stowed, leaving the "Sea
Witch" to scud under double-reefed foresail.

Five days of steady blow continued before the vessel could again show
more than a small portion of her canvass. Then the wind once more hauled
to the northwest, and the "Sea Witch" donned heir fore and aft rig on
all her masts steering close-hauled again due cast, until the lofty
headlands of the Cape de Verds hove gradually in sight, and the fleet
clipper craft made her anchorage in the harbor of Port Praya.

The "Sea Witch," whatever her business in this harbor, seemed able to
transact it without venturing inside the forts, or taking stronger
moorings than a single anchor could afford her. At this she rode with
mysterious quiet. Not a soul of the full complement of men on board were
visible from the shore; now and then perhaps the head of some taller
hand than his fellows might loom up above the bulwarks at the waist, or
a solitary seaman creep quietly aloft to reave a sheet through some
block, or secure some portion of the rigging. The captain scarcely
waited for his land-tackle to hold the vessel before a quarter-boat was
lowered away, and with a half-dozen sturdy fellows as its crew pulled
boldly towards the main landing, where he stepped ashore and
disappeared.

A suspicious eye would have marked the manner in which the sails upon
the "Sea Witch" had been secured, and the way in which she was moored.
If need be, three minutes would have covered her with canvass, and
slipping her cable she could in that space of time, had the order been
issued from her quarter deck, have been under way and looking once more
seaward. Whatever her business, it was very clear that promptness,
secrecy, and large precaution were elements of its success.

Nor had these characteristics, which we have named, escaped entire
observation of the people on shore, for at the nearest point of land a
group of idlers were visible, who stood gazing at and discussing the
character of the vessel, while at the same moment her young commander
was seen with his boat's crew pulling back from the landing to his
craft. His business was brief enough, for even now the anchor is once
more away. The gallant ship spreads her broad wings one by one, and
gracefully bending to the power of the breeze, glides, like a fleet
courser, over the fathomless depths of the sea, while the mind that
controls her motions again assumes his reverie on the quarter-deck.




CHAPTER IV.

BRAMBLE PARK.


CHANGING the field of our story from the blue waves to that of land, we
must ask the reader to go back with us for a period of years from that
wherein our story has opened, to the fertile country and
highly-cultivated lands in the neighborhood of Manchester, England. Sir
Robert Bramble's estate was some eight miles from the large
manufacturing town just named, and embraced within its grounds some of
the most delightfully situated spots within a day's ride in any
direction. Parks, gardens, ponds, groves, stables and fine animals; in
short, every accompaniment to a fine English estate. Sir Robert was a
man of not much force of character, had inherited his estates, and had
partly exhausted his income so far as to render a degree of economy
imperatively necessary, a fact which was not calculated to render any
more amiable a naturally irritable disposition.

The family at Bramble Park, as the estate was called, consisted of Sir
Robert and his lady, a weak-minded, but once beautiful woman, and two
sons, Robert and Charles, the eldest at this period some twelve years of
age, the youngest about nine; the usual number of servants, in doors and
out; made up the household. Sir Robert's could hardly be said to be a
very happy household, notwithstanding there seemed to be every element
and requisite to be found there for peaceful domestic happiness; and
perhaps it would have puzzled a casual observer to have ascertained
wherein laid the root of that evil, which, like a poisonous upas, seemed
to spread its branches through the household.

There was a cloud apparently shadowing each face there; there was
constantly some trouble of a domestic character. Sir Robert and Lady
Bramble seemed to be not on the best of terms with each other, and the
servants wore a hang-dog look, as though they expected at any moment to
be called to account for some piece of rascality. There was, however,
one pleasant face in that household, though even that seemed tempered by
sadness; this was the youngest brother, Charles. He was, or rather would
have been, a cheerful, happy boy, but for the malign influence of his
brother Robert, who seemed his opposite in almost everything. Robert was
jealous, irritable and revengeful; Charles was open-hearted, mild and
forgiving. Robert was cruel to both servants and animals; Charles was
kind to all, and a favorite with all; even the dumb animals avoided one
and adhered to the other, instinctively knowing a friend.

Robert was the first born and the favorite with his mother, whom he
ruled literally in all things, while Sir Robert, looking upon him as the
legal heir and representative of his name, of course considered him in a
somewhat different light from that in which he regarded Charles. At
times it seemed as though an evil spirit had taken possession of
Robert's heart, and he delighted in oppressing, domineering over and
abusing his brother, who, though he did not lack for spirit, yet could
never bring it to bear against Robert. He meekly bore his reproaches and
abuse, and even at times had suffered personal chastisement at his hands
without complaint to his parents, rather than irritate both them and
himself by referring to so disagreeable a matter. With a naturally
patient disposition, he suffered much without complaint.

Sir Robert and Lady Bramble seemed blind to the fact that the unbounded
indulgence which they yielded to their eldest child was rendering still
worse a disposition and habit which were already an affliction in
themselves. But Robert was persevering, and would always carry his
point, let it be what it might, teasing and cajoling the mother until
she granted his wishes however absurd they might be. He domineered over
every one, mother, father, servant maids and servant men; he was the
terror of all.

Charles added to his light-heartedness and cheerfulness of spirit, great
agility, and for a boy of his age, remarkable strength, in which matters
Robert was deficient, and here his jealousy found ample scope. Charles,
too, was remarkably apt with his studies, whereas Robert generally ended
his lessons by quarrelling with his tutor, and setting both father and
mother against him, by which reason the worthy who filled that post at
Bramble Park was usually changed at least once in six or eight weeks,
and thus were matters at the period to which we refer. It seemed as
though Robert was never happy unless he was doing some one harm, or
distressing some of the many pet animals about the spacious grounds; in
this latter occupation he passed much of his leisure time, and was a
great adept at the business.

A fine St. Charles spaniel, belonging to Lady Bramble, had one day,
after being teased beyond forbearance by Robert, at last in
self-defence, snapped at and lightly bit him, in revenge for which the
violent tempered boy vowed to kill him, and the very next opportunity he
had, he seized upon the little pet, and tying a string and stone about
its neck, bore the dog to the large pond in the centre of the part,
where he threw him into the deepest part. Charles at that moment came in
sight, and at once saw the act. Without pausing to take off his clothes
or any part of them, he sprang at once into the pond and dove down for
the dog; but he found the stone about its neck too heavy for him to
bring to the surface, though he struggled long and stoutly to do so
before he yielded.

Swimming to the shore, Charles took his knife from his pocket, and once
more dashed in; and this time diving down he cut the cord, and releasing
the dog from the bottom swam with him to the opposite shore from where
Robert stood, all the while threatening him. Here his younger brother
smoothed the water from the dog's coat, and instinctively rubbing its
benumbed limbs until it became quite resuscitated, and after a short
time, following close to Charles for protection, it returned to his
mother's side in her boudoir. But Robert had been there before him, and
had already manufactured a story redounding to Charles's discredit, and
provoking both his mother's and father's anger, the latter of whom at
Robert's instance, even struck the gallant-hearted boy a severe blow
with the flat of his hand as a punishment for what he denominated an
interference with his brother's sport.

Charles said nothing; he knew the prejudice which Robert's constant
misrepresentations had created against him in his parents' breasts; he
realized too, young as he was, that it was useless for him to attempt to
explain, though he felt the injustice of this treatment; and so with a
quivering lip he turned away from the scene and went in his wet clothes
to the servants' hall where he might dry them. He said nothing, but
looked much sadder than usual as he stood there before the fire. A
coarse but honest servant, Leonard Hust, who had been born on the
estate, and whose father before him had been a servant in Sir Robert's
household, came stealthily to Charles's side and busied himself in
helping him to arrange his clothes and dry them, while he smoothed the
boy's hair and wiped his face.

"Never mind, master Charles," said the honest fellow, noticing the
trembling lips of the handsome boy; "never mind, it's a gallant act in
you, and though I say it, who shouldn't, perhaps, master Robert never
would have dared to do it; he hasn't got half your courage and strength,
though he's bigger and older."

A tear was all the answer that the boy vouchsafed to his honest effort
at consolation. He too proud to make a confidant of the servant, or to
confide to him of his father's conduct, or even that of Robert. Leonard
Hust watched the boy carefully, and entered keenly into his feelings,
until at last he said:

"I wasn't the only one who saw you save her ladyship's pet, master
Charles."

"It wasn't father or mother that saw it?" asked Charles, quickly, as he
recalled the injustice he had just experienced at their hands, under
Robert's prompting.

"No, master Charles."

"Was it cousin Helen?" continued the boy.

"Yes, master Charles," answered Leonard Hust, with a knowing smile.

"O," said the boy, as a glow of pleasure lit up his features for a
moment.

It was evident that the knowledge of the said cousin Helen's having seen
his exertions to save the little favorite spaniel, gave Charles not a
little satisfaction. Now cousin Helen--as a little blue-eyed child of
eight years, the daughter of the family whose estate joined that of
Bramble Park, was called--was no cousin at all, but the children had
thus nicknamed each other, and they were most happy playmates together.
Robert, who was three years his brother's senior, was more fond of
little Helen than of anybody else; indeed, in spite of his ill temper,
he was wont to try and please her at any cost. But the child, who was as
beautiful as a little fairy, did not respond at all to his advances of
friendship, while to Charles she was all tenderness and confiding in
everything, kissing him with childish fervor and truth whenever they
parted, a familiarity she never permitted to his brother.

The truth was, Robert to his great discomfiture, was aware that
Charles's manly and courageous act of saving the dog had been witnessed
by Helen, though his brother knew it not until told by Leonard Hust.
This had aggravated Robert so much that he had hastened home, and
fabricating a story of Charles having thrown the dog into the pond, and
wet himself completely, preparing his parents for a rough reception of
his brother when he should return, and hence the treatment he received.
Leonard made his young master change his clothes, and after making him
comfortable, left him to amuse himself in the open park with his ball,
where the light-hearted Charles was soon thoughtlessly happy, and
forgetful of the unkindness of Robert and the injustice of his parents.
So light are the cares and mishaps of youth, so easily forgotten are its
hardships, either seeming or real. Happy childhood!

Whether little cousin Helen had been on the watch for Charley, or
whether she was there by accident, it matters not, suffice it to say
that the two soon met in their headlong career of fun and frolic, and
two more joyous or merry spirits never met on the soft green sward than
these. Now they tire of the play at ball and sit down together close by
the brink of the clear, deep pond, next the rich flower beds that shed
their grateful fragrance around the spot. Cousin Helen, still panting
from the exertion of the play, looked thoughtfully into the almost
transparent water, and involuntarily heaved a sigh that did not escape
her companion's notice.

"Art sick, cousin Helen?" asked Charles, quickly.

"Nay, not I," said the pleasant-voiced child, "not I, Charley."

"But you sighed as though you were very tired or in pain," he continued.

"Did I?" said the child, thoughtfully; "well, I believe I did."

"And what for, cousin Helen?" said Charles, tenderly, parting her
natural ringlets back from her beautiful and radiant face--doubly
radiant now as she looked up into his, so confidingly and so
affectionately.

"I was thinking," she said, ingenuously, "how cruel Robert was to your
mother's pet. I don't see how he could do such a thing, do you,
Charley?"

"Robert is quick-tempered," said his brother, "and perhaps regrets it
now. I guess the dog bit him, or something of that sort."

He was too generous, too manly, to complain of Robert's cruel treatment
of him, or to mention the unkindness he had experienced from his
parents. But he had not forgotten these occurrences, and his lip once
more quivered with emotion, and his clear, handsome eyes were suffused
with tears. Quick as thought his little companion divined with womanly
instinct the cause, for she was not ignorant of the state of affairs,
young as she was, that existed at Bramble Park. Drawing nearer to his
side, she threw one arm tenderly and with childish abandon over his
neck, and with the other brushed away the gathering tears, until Charles
smiled again and leaned over and kissed her sweet little lips as a
brother might have done! And then together they plucked a beautiful
bouquet, and busied themselves in arranging it and classifying the
various plants by their botanical names, for both children were well
versed in this delightful study, young as they were.

While they were thus engaged, Robert came up and angrily discovered the
two children thus happy together. Saying some rude things to Charles, he
pushed him away from his playmate's side with rude and brutal force,
throwing Charles to the ground. This was too much, even for his
forbearing spirit, and the injured and outraged boy, smarting under the
previous injury he had endured, rose quickly to his feet, and with one
blow knocked Robert heavily upon the ground. The blow had been a severe
one, and the boy was faint and unable to stand for a moment. Charles
looked at him for an instant, then helped to raise him up, and waited
until he was again sufficiently conscious to walk. Then he saw him walk
angrily toward the house, where he knew very well what would follow on
his return there. All the while his little companion had stood regarding
first one and then the other. Now Charles stepped to her side, and said:

"I am sorry, Helen; but it is very, very hard to bear."

She shook her little head as he spoke, but held up her lips for the kiss
he offered, and saw him turn away from home towards the distant town.




CHAPTER V.

THE NAVAL OFFICER.


THE reader will think that seven league boots--the storyteller's
prerogative--are in special demand as it regards our story, for once
more we must return through a period of years to the date, or
thereabouts, on which our story opens. It was on one of those close,
sultry afternoons that characterize the climate of summer in India, that
two of our characters were seated together in a graceful and rather
elegant villa in the environs of Calcutta. The air of the lady--for the
couple were of either sex, was one of beauty in repose. She was
evidently listening to the gallant speech of her companion with respect,
but without interest, while on his part the most casual observer might
have read in his voice, his features, and his words, the accent, the
bearing, the language of love.

The lady was a gentle being of surpassing beauty, with black eyes, jetty
hair and brilliant complexion; there was little of the characteristics
of the East in her appearance, though she seemed to be quite at home
beneath the Indian Sun. She was of the middle height, perhaps a little
too slender and delicate in form to meet a painter's idea of perfection,
but yet just such an idol as a poet would have worshipped. She was
strikingly handsome, and there was a brilliancy and spirit in the glance
of her dark eyes that told of much character, and much depth of feeling;
and while you gazed at her now, sitting beneath the broad piazza, you
would have detected a shadow ever and anon cross her brow, as though the
words of him by her side aroused some unpleasant memory, and diverted
her thoughts rather to past scenes than to the consideration of his
immediate remarks.

The gentleman who seemed to be pleading an unsuccessful suit, wore the
undress uniform of the English navy, and in the outer harbor, in view of
the very spot where they sat, there rode a sloop-of-war with St.
George's cross floating at her peak. The officer was young, but bore the
insignia of his rank upon his person, which showed him to be the captain
of yonder proud vessel. He might have been five or six and twenty, but
scarcely more, and bore about him those unmistakable tokens of gentle
birth which will shine through the coarsest as well as the finest
attire. The lady was not regarding him now; her eyes were bent on the
distant sea, but still he pleaded, still urged in gentle tones the suit
he brought.

"I see, Miss Huntington has some more favored swain on whom to bestow
her favors; but I am sure that she has no truer friend, or more ardent
admirer."

"You are altogether mistaken in your premises," she said, coolly, as she
tossed her fragrant fan of sandal wood, perfuming the soft atmosphere
about them.

"A subject who sues for a favor at court, Miss Huntington, if he is
unsuccessful, thinks himself at least entitled to know the reason why he
is denied."

"But suppose the Court declines to give him a reason," said the lady,
still coolly.

"Its decision admits of no appeal, I must acknowledge," replied her
suitor.

"Then reason I have none, captain; and so pray let that suffice."

"But, Miss Huntington, surely--"

"Nay, captain," she said, at last, weary of his importunity, "you know
well my feelings. Far be it from me to play for one moment the
coquette's part. I thank you for the compliment you pay me by these
assurances, but you are fully aware that I can never encourage a suit
that finds no response in my heart. I trust that no word or act of mine
has ever deceived you for one moment."

"No, Miss Huntington, you have ever been thus cold and impassive towards
me, ever turning a deaf ear to my prayer. Why, why can you not love me?"

"Nay, captain, we will not enter into particulars; it is needless, it is
worse than needless, and a matter that is exceedingly unpleasant to me.
I must earnestly beg, sir, that you will not again refer to this subject
under any circumstance."

"Your commands are law to me, Miss Huntington," answered the discomfited
lover, as he rose from the seat he had occupied by her side, and turned
partially away.

It was well he did so, for had she seen the demoniac expression of his
countenance as he struggled to control the vehemence of his feelings,
she would have feared that he might do either her or himself violence.

"May I not hope that years of fond attachment, years of continued
assiduity, may yet outweigh your indifference, Miss Huntington?" he said
earnestly.

"Indeed, indeed no. You do but pain me by this continuance of a subject
that--Ah, mother!" she said, interrupting herself, "I have been looking
at the captain's ship, yonder; is she not a noble craft? And how
daintily she floats upon the waters?"

"A ship is always a beautiful sight, my child; and especially so when
she bears the flag that we see flaunting gracefully from that vessel."

"When do you sail, captain?" asked Mrs. Huntington, who had just joined
her daughter on the piazza, and did not observe the officer's confusion.

"The ship rides by a single anchor, madam, and only waits her
commander," he replied, rather mechanically than otherwise, as he turned
his glance seaward.

"So soon? I had hoped you were to favor us with a longer stay," said she
mother.

The officer looked towards the daughter, as though he wished it had been
her that had expressed such a desire. But she still gazed at the distant
ship, and he saw no change in her handsome features.

"We officers are not masters of our own time, madam, and can rarely
consult our own wishes as to a cruising ground; but I frankly own that
it was something more than mere accident which brought me this time to
Calcutta."

As he said this, his eyes again wandered towards her daughter's face,
but it was still cold, impassive and beautiful as before, while she
gazed on that distant sea. He paused for a moment more, almost trembling
with suppressed emotions of disappointment, chagrin and anger, and
seemed at a loss what to say further; he felt constrained, and wished
that he might have seen the daughter for a moment more alone.

"Farewell is an unpleasant word to say, ladies," he said, at last, still
controlling his feelings with a masterly effort. Then offerings a hand
to the mother, he bowed respectfully and said "Good-by;" and to her, who
now turned with evident feeling evinced in her lovely face at the idea
of a long parting, he offered his hand, which was frankly pressed, while
he said: "I carry away a heavy heart to sea with me, Miss Huntington;
could it be weighed, it would overballast yonder ship."

"Farewell, captain; a happy and safe voyage to you," she answered, with
assumed gaiety of tone; but there was no reply. He bowed low and
hastened away, with a spirit of disappointment clouding his sun-burned
features.

The view which might be had from the window commanded a continuous sight
of the road that the young officer must traverse to reach the ship, and
though she had treated him thus coldly, and had so decidedly declined
his suit, yet here lingered some strange interest about him in her mind,
as was evinced by her now repairing to the window, and sitting behind
the broad shadow of its painted screen, where she watched his approach
to she landing, near the city gates, and saw the sturdy boatmen dip
their oars in regular time, propelling the boat with arrow-like speed to
the ship's side, where its master hastened upon deck and disappeared,
while the boat was hoisted to the quarter-davits.

Anon she saw the sheets fall from the ponderous yards, and sheeted home,
the anchor gradually raised to her bow, the yards squared to bring her
with her head to the sea, and then a clear white cloud of smoke burst
from her bows as she gathered steerage-way, and a dull heavy report of
distant ordinance boomed upon the ear of the listening girl, unanswered
by a deep sigh from her own bosom--a sigh not for him who had just left
her, but for some kindred association that his presence aroused.

The villa where we have introduced the reader was that of the late
Edward Huntington, a successful English merchant, who had resided many
years in India and had realized a fortune, which he had proposed to
return to his native land to enjoy with his wife and only child. But
death had stepped in to put an abrupt end to his hopes, and to render
abortive all his well-arranged plans, some twelve months previous to
the period of which we have spoken. Mrs. Huntington, the widow, had
remained in Calcutta to settle up her husband's affairs, and this done,
she determined to embark at once with her daughter for England, where
her relatives, friends and early associations were all located.

Miss Huntington, as the reader may have gathered, was no coquette; her
great beauty and real loveliness of character had challenged the
admiration of many a rich grandee and many an eminent character among
her own countrymen in this distant land. But no one had seemed to mate
the least impression upon her heart; the gayest and wittiest found in
her one quite their equal; the thoughtful and pathetic were equally at
home by her side; but her heart, to them, seemed encased in iron, so
cold and immovable it continued to all the assaults that gallantry made
against its fastness, and yet no one who knew her really doubted the
tenderness of her feelings and the sensibility of her heart.

Her beauty was quite matured--that is she must have numbered at least
twenty years; but there was still a girlish loveliness, a childlike
parity and sincerity in all she said and did, that showed the real
freshness of her heart and innocence of her mind. Far too pure and good
and gentle was she for him who had so earnestly sued for her hand, as we
have seen. Beneath a gentlemanly exterior, that other, whom we have seen
depart from her side under such peculiar circumstances, hid a spirit of
petty meanness and violence of temper, a soul that hardly merited the
name, and which made him enemies everywhere, friends nowhere.

Robert Bramble--for this was he, the same whom the reader has seen as a
boy at home in Bramble Park--had not improved in spirit or manliness by
advance in years. The declining pecuniary fortune of his father's house,
to which we have before alluded, had led him early to seek employment in
the navy, and by dint of influence and attention to his profession, he
had gradually risen to the position in which we have found him, as a
commander in her majesty's service on the India station. That he loved
the widow's daughter was true--that is to say, as sincerely as he was
capable of loving any one; but his soul was too selfish to entertain
true love for another.

The same spirit that had led him to the petty oppressions and the
ceaseless annoyances which he had exercised towards his younger brother
in childhood, still actuated him, and there was not a gleam of that
chivalric spirit which his profession usually inspires in those who
adopt it as a calling, shining within the recesses of his breast.
Entirely unlike Miss Huntington in every particular, we have yet seen
that he exercised some singular power over her--that is, so far as to
really interest her beyond even a degree that she was willing to exhibit
before him. What and why this was so must more clearly appear in the
course of the story as it progresses.

Mrs. Huntington was a lady of polished manner and cultivated intellect,
belonging to what might be termed the old school of English gentlewomen.
She had reared her only child with jealous care and assiduous attention,
so that her mind had been richly stored in classic lore, and her hands
duly instructed in domestic duties. There was no mock-modesty about the
mother, she was straightforward and literal in all she said or did;
evidently of excellent family, she was sufficiently assured of her
position not to be sensitive about its recognition by others, and
preferred to instil into her daughter's mind sound wholesome principles
to useless and giddy accomplishments. And yet the daughter was
accomplished, an excellent musician upon the piano and harp, and a
vocalist of rare sweetness and perfection of execution, as well as
mistress of other usual studies of her sex.

But the idea we would convey is, that the mother had rather endeavored
to fill her child's mind with real information and knowledge, than to
teach her that the chief end and aim of life were to learn how to
captivate a husband; she preferred to make her daughter a true and
noble-hearted woman, possessed of intrinsic excellence, rather than to
make her marketable for matrimonial sale; to give her something that
would prove to her under any and all circumstances, a reliance viz.,
sound principles and an excellent education.

"Mother, how long before we shall turn our face towards England?" said
the daughter, soon after the scene which we have described of the
sailing ship and her commander.

"Within the month I hope, my child. I have already directed the
solicitor to close up all his business relative to your father's estate,
and the next homeward-bound ship may bear us in it."

"I shall feel sad to leave our peaceful home here, mother, for, save my
dear father's death, has been very pleasant, very happy to be here."

"There are many dear associations that must ever hang about its memory,
my dear; but after all, we shall be returning to our native land, and
that is a sweet thought. It is some twelve years since we lost sight of
English soil."

"I remember it most vividly," said the child, recalling the past; "ay,
as though it were but yesterday!"

That night, as she lay sleeping in her daintily-furnished apartment,
into which the soft night-air was admitted through sweet geranium and
mignonette, which bloomed and shed their perfume with rare sweetness,
she dreamed of her native land, of him who had that day left her so
disappointed, of her childhood, and all its happy memories, and of much
that we will not refer to lest we anticipate our story.




CHAPTER VI.

THE WRECK.


ABOUT a fortnight subsequent to the period of the last chapter, Mrs.
Huntington and her daughter, with a single attendant found themselves
embarked on board the Bengal, a large, well-found Indiaman, bound for
Liverpool. The ship belonged to the East India Company, was a good
carrier, but calculated more for freight than speed. She was a new ship
and strong as iron and wood could be put together, and the widow and her
child found their quarters on board of an exceedingly comfortable
nature. They were the only passengers on board, but the vessel had a
heavy freight list, and as she moved out from her anchorage to lay her
course to sea, her draft of water was very deep.

The Bengal fortunately encountered none but the most favorable winds and
tides for many a long and to those on board somewhat monotonous days,
and the sun rose out of the sea clear and bright, and sunk again beneath
its surface in gorgeous splendor with every diurnal rotation, until at
length the ship touched at the Cape of Good Hope, where, having taken
fresh water and provisions on board, she cleared direct for Liverpool.
Every hour now seemed more especially to draw the ship nearer her port
of destination, and a fresh spirit was infused among passengers and
crew, in cabin and forecastle; but it was a long distance yet, and the
widow and her daughter found time for much study and reading, for which
they were amply supplied, and thus the time was lightened in its
progress and also well improved.

But the ocean is a treacherous element, and the fair weather which had
so long characterized their voyage, was to be varied now by fierce and
angry gales. It was the season of the year when they might expect this,
and the captain had kept a sharp lookout. It was the middle of a fine
afternoon that there was observed a singular phenomenon in the wind
which appeared to come from half a dozen points at the same moment. The
ship of course lost her steerage way, and the sea began most singularly
to get up from all points in heavy cross waves. It was evident that they
were either in the course of a whirlwind or close to its track, and
every now and then gusts came first larboard then starboard, and again
bows on and stern on, with a force that snapped the rigging like pipe
stems, and tore the canvass from the bolt ropes, notwithstanding the
prompt orders and nimble efforts of the seamen, before it could be
secured. Half an hour of this strange weather nearly stripped the ship
of her standing rigging, leaving her comparatively a helpless wreck upon
the waters, a mere log at the mercy of the wind and waves.

The worst had not yet come, however, for the ship was sound still in her
hull, and save that she was now wallowing in the trough of the sea, she
was comparatively safe; she had sprung no leak, but her heavy freight
tested her powers fearfully, and the captain was fain to acknowledge
that there was nought to be done but abide the raging of the storm until
it was over. His attempt to rig a jury mast, on which to bend sail
enough to give the ship steerage way, was perfectly fruitless; she
rolled and pitched so fearfully that no effort of the kind could
succeed, but the crew were kept busy throwing over the heavier at tiles
of freight to case the ship.

As right came on with its intense darkness relieved only by now and then
a terrible flash of liquid fire, all on board expected each moment might
be their last. Prayers were said, and all tried to compose their minds
as far as possible to meet that death which seemed to be fast
approaching them, when suddenly the cry ran, fore and aft that the
captain was lost overboard! This added to the general gloom; and now a
cry was heard "there goes the Flying Dutchman," as was seen by several
on board the Indiaman, during the interval of the vivid lightning, a
large ship dash by them almost within cable's length, with a single
topsail close reefed running before the gale with the speed of the wind.
It did indeed look like a phantom craft. All was snug on board, not a
soul was in sight, everything battened down, save one dark form
apparently lashed to the wheel stanchions and steadily bent upon keeping
the ship before the storm; it was a sight that added to the terror of
those on board the Indiaman, and its effect was at once visible.

The ignorant and superstitious seamen, ever ready to argue evil from any
strange occurrence, now felt assured of their destruction, declaring
that the strange appearance of the phantom-ship was but a warning to
foretell the fate that was preparing for them. Thus actuated, all
discipline was gone, and no connected efforts were further made to
protect the ship or render her in any degree safer from the power of the
storm. To add still more to the critical condition on board, the ship
after straining and laboring so long, now began to leak and rapidly to
fill. In this desperate state of affairs several of the crew, whose
numbers were already thinned by being washed overboard, got into the
spirit room and in a condition of wild desperation became beastly
intoxicated, resolving to die insensible to danger! and at intervals
their crazy oaths and incoherent songs were heard above the gale.

At this crisis, as is generally the case, two or three sterling spirits
among the crew (and there is never a ship's company without some such
among its members), one, the second mate, and a couple of foremast
hands, came into the cabin and assured the widow and her daughter that
they would protect them to the last, and that they were even now
preparing the long boat with compass, water and food, so that should the
storm abate and the sea become less agitated before the ship should fill
and go down, they might launch it, and with the ladies and such of them
as desired, attempt to save themselves in this frail bark. With
heartfelt gratitude the mother and child accepted their protection and
awaited the crisis; but not without solemnly kneeling together upon the
cabin floor and committing themselves to the care of Divine Providence.

The second mate of the Bengal was the only officer left, but he was a
good sailor, a man of cool nerve and great personal strength. He now
went calmly to work, sounded the well and found four feet of water in
the ship, made his calculations how long it would require for the ship
to fill at the rate she then made water, and then set to work with his
two companions to rig a triangle with spars above the long boat, so as
to lift and launch it just when the proper moment should arrive, but
this he found to be impracticable. As the morning broke in the cast the
gale subsided, but the sea still kept up its angry commotion, though
that too, gradually subsided, the waves growing less and less, and the
ship becoming more and more quiet, enabling those on board to keep at
least upon their feet.

In the meantime, the ship had gradually settled so that the water was
already on the cabin floor. In vain were the entreaties of the mate and
his companions for the four or five hands who had possessed themselves
of the key of the spirit room to come on deck and save themselves; they
could neither be persuaded nor forced to move, but lay in a state of
beastly intoxication. Everything had been done that was possible, to
prepare for launching the long boat, and the widow and her daughter had
already by the mate's sanction taken their seats within it, while one of
the seamen secured and carefully stored the few articles of necessity
which had been selected.

The two masts of the boat were stepped and carefully secured, the gripes
that secured the boat in its place were cut, leaving it standing upright
in its wooden bed, but entirely free from the deck of the ship. Already
had the ship sunk so low that all communication with the cabin was cut
off, and the poor inebriated wretches who had there sought oblivion in
intoxication also found their tomb. Food, water and compass were
properly disposed, so that any sudden movement of the boat should not
dislodge them, oars and sails in readiness, and a careful examination
had, lest some straggling rope might in some way connect the boat with
the wreck, so as to draw them under when the floundering mass should at
last go down. The crisis which they now expected seemed strangely
protracted, and their fearful suspense was almost unbearable. The mate
had placed one of his hands at the bows, another amidships, while
himself and the two passengers occupied the stern; the precaution having
also been taken to secure the ladies by ropes to the boat.

The weather had now entirely moderated, and the sea was comparatively
calm, except that now and then a heavy swell would lift the waterlogged
craft and surge about the hull, causing it to groan as though conscious
of its approaching fate. Moments assumed the length of hours now, and
the countenance of each was a picture of agonized suspense and momentary
expectation, no one spoke above their breath. Again the heavy swell
caused the hull to lurch and pitch until her bows were almost buried,
and the water was even with the scuppers--the moment was approaching.

"Steady, all," said the mate, calmly, as he saw another approaching
swell, which he knew must cause the vessel to lift and settle again, and
probably this time prove the signal for her final plunge altogether.
"Steady, I say, and hold on to the boat stoutly now. Don't let go,
ladies, for an instant!"

The seaman was right, the heavy hull was ful this surge came on, burying
her for an instant, and actually sweeping the boat clear of her bulwarks
out upon the sea, a most fortunate circumstance, which was instantly
taken advantage of, by pulling with the oars for a single instant, and
still further clearing the wreck, which now rose high at the bows for a
moment as the stern settled and gradually sunk, causing a vortex which
would certainly have engulfed the boat, had it not been able thus to
pull a short distance away, and which even now drew it rapidly back to
the spot where the ship had laid, and causing it to toss fearfully for a
while, but in a few moments more all was quiet.

"Thank God, that is over," said the mate, earnestly; "it was little
short of a miracle that we did not all of us go down with the ship."

The widow covered her face with her hands and breathed a silent prayer
of thankfulness. It was already night again, and steering by the stars
the mate laid his course, after affording a spare sail to cover the
mother and her daughter, who having partaken of some needed refreshment,
the first for many hours, were soon lost in sleep, induced by the great
bodily fatigue and physical exertion they had so lately encountered in
this emergency.

The men stood watch and watch, relieving each other at intervals
throughout the night, while the boat with its two lugger sails crept on
steadily upon its course.

It was remarkable to observe the delicacy observed by those three seamen
towards the widow and her daughter, to mark their assiduity towards them
as to their necessities and their wants; while they, on their part, were
patient, uncomplaining and grateful. The second and third day passed on,
when the mate calculated they were steering direct for the nearest point
of land which they could not fail to reach in another day, it being the
coast of Africa. His calculations were made under disadvantages, but he
felt confident of their correctness. The weather, fortunately, had been
very calm and pleasant thus far, since the gale had subsided, and the
frail craft thus exposed upon the ocean had really proved quite
comfortable and weatherly for the time being. A snug little apology for
a cabin had been constructed over the forward part of the boat, into
which the ladies could retire at nightfall, and become secure from the
weather and be entirely by themselves; and under the circumstances they
were really quite comfortable, that is to say, they experienced little
exposure to the elements at night, and slept securely in their narrow
quarters.

In leaving the ship, the mother had been more thoughtful than many
persons would have been, and had taken the box which contained her
valuables and such papers as comprised her heavy bills of credit on
England, in which way she was transporting the bulk of her husband's
late valuable estate to her native land. At first she had taken especial
pains not to have the fact known to the men that she had any great
amount of valuables with her, lest it should prove a temptation to them,
and lead to some tragical result as it regarded the safety of herself
and child. But she need not have feared, those hearty sons of the ocean
were true as steel; and it was only the second day that having laid the
casket down carelessly in the boat, she had retired to the little
forecastle forgetting it, when it was brought to her again by one of
them who remarked, that he presumed it was something of particular value
by its appearance.

According to the mate's reckoning, the time had already arrived when the
land should heave in sight, and the three seamen were constantly on the
lookout for it in the supposed direction where it should appear; but all
their search for it proved in vain, there was the same endless expanse
of ocean before them day after day, bounded only by the dim horizon, and
unrelieved by any object, while the same hope reigned in their hearts.
The exposure they endured, though not very severe, yet began to tell
upon them all, and especially the mate and two seamen, and the cheeks of
the seamen already looked sunken, their eyes less spirited. This was the
combined result of their feelings of disappointment with physical labor,
for they worked several hours at the oars every day, aiding the sailing
power of the boat, in the hopes of reaching the land before another gale
or storm should occur. Now, however, they began to discard the oars, and
to feel less and less courage to labor in propelling the boat.

The widow who was not a little of a philosopher and a woman of good
sound mind, determined to do something to amuse the men, and cheer them
up in their emergency; she saw how sadly they needed some such
influence, and telling her daughter of her purpose, when night again
came on she induced her to sing some of her sweetest airs with all her
power of execution, and to repeat them to the real joy and delight of
these hardy men, who at once gathered an agency from this music, and
declared it was the harbinger of good. Whether it was so in the way they
supposed or not, it certainly was a harbinger of good as it regarded its
cheering effects upon them, and their hearts were again filled with
hope, and their sinews bent once more to toil at the oars.




CHAPTER VII.

THE SEA WITCH.


WHILE those sweet notes were being uttered under these peculiar
circumstances, and the soft thrilling voice of, the English girl floated
over the sea, and the stars looked down coldly upon those wrecked
adventurers, the mate who sat at the helm was observed to be peering in
the boat's wake, as though looking for some coming object that would
soon overtake them. Leaning over the boat's stern, he placed his cars as
near the surface of the water as possible and listened. This he repeated
several times, with increased earnestness, then partially shading his
eyes with his hands, he gazed back into the dim night air with intense
interest, while the rest in the boat regarded him silently, wondering
what could be the import of his movements.

"Either there is a big fish in our wake, or I hear the ripple of a
ship's cut-water. But I cannot see hull or canvass in this darkness,"
said the mate, after a brief but searching gaze in the direction from
whence they had come.

"It cannot be that you could hear the movement of a ship upon the water,
farther than you could see her even in this light," said the mother.

"It may have been the hauling of a ship's yards, or some rickety block,
but sound I did hear that came from on ship board," said the mate, with
assurance.

"See, see," said the daughter, at that moment, "what is that?" pointing
off nearly in the wake of the boat into the darkness.

"A ship!" said the mate, quickly; "a ship, as true as heaven!" adding,
"shout, shout together now, or she will run us down."

As he spoke, all eyes were bent on the dim object that was now fast
approaching them, and steering as nearly on the same course with
themselves as possible. Only a cloud of canvass was visible now, but
soon the dark hull of a vessel appeared, and the mate hastened to light
a lantern and hoist it to attract their attention. The signal was
seemingly observed in an instant on board the stranger, and the hoarse
deep order to heave the ship to, rolled over the waters and rang a
welcome sound in the cars of those in the boat.

"I know not what sort of craft she is," said the mate; "and this is a
latitude where pirates intercept the homeward bound ships sometimes,
though according to ny reckoning, we are too well in for the land to be
in that track."

"I trust there is no danger in accepting the assistance that the ship
appears willing to give?" said the mother anxiously, to the mate.

"It is not more dangerous than to pass another night in this open boat,
madam, at all events," replied the mate, frankly.

"Stand by, to take this tow-line," shouted a voice from the bulwarks of
the ship, as the vessel drifted with a side impetus towards the tiny
craft, while the figure of a man was observed in the mizzen shrouds with
a coil of line ready to heave, at the word of command.

"Ay, ay," answered the mate, steering his boat so as to bring her side
on to the ship, and opening his arms to catch the line, which he saw was
about to be thrown.

"Heave, heave clear of all," shouted a stern, manly voice from the
quarter-deck of the ship at this moment; "heave with a will."

And a stout tow-line rattled through the air with a whizzing sound and
lay between the mate's extended arms. This was instantly seized upon,
and while one of the men took a turn about the stanchion in the bow of
the boat, those on board the ship gathered in the line until the boat
was safely moored under her quarter. No words were exchanged, until the
ladies, first, and the seamen next, were taken on board: the fact of
their being wrecked and in distress being too apparent to require
questioning. The valuables in the boat were quickly transferred to the
ship, and the little craft which had proved an ark of safety to the
adventurers, was then cut adrift, and soon lay a mere speck upon the
waters, unguided and alone.

As the boat drifted for a moment astern of the vessel before the party
were taken on board, the mate rend her name on the stern in golden
letters, "The Sea Witch." The foremast hands who had been saved from
the wreck soon mingled with the crew on the forecastle of the "Sea
Witch," and told their story there, while the mate and the ladies were
received in the most hospitable manner in the cabin, where the captain
endeavored to offer them every comfort the ship afforded, and to place
every resource entirely at their command.

Mrs. Huntington and her daughter were at first too tearful and full of
gratitude for their preservation to converse, and soon took advantage of
the kind offer which placed the captain's private apartments entirely at
their service, while the mate explained their adventures in detail, not
forgetting the phantom ship which passed them in the gale, and which had
caused such consternation on board the wrecked Indiaman. But his story
in this particular was unfortunately spoiled, when Captain Ratlin told
him positively that he was at that moment on board the very craft which
he had designated as the Flying Dutchman. A remark that for a moment
puzzled the honest seaman and led him to look suspiciously about him;
but a few corroborating remarks soon placed the subject at rest in even
the mate's credulous mind.

The fact was, that the same gale which had made a wreck of the Indiaman,
had driven the "Sea Witch" two days' sail or more out of her course, and
had thus brought her in sight of the Bengal at that critical moment when
it would have been impossible to have rendered her the least assistance.
The continuance of the gale had carried the ship far to the southward,
from whence she was now returning.

It was early morning upon the day succeeding that auspicious night for
the party in the boat, that Miss Huntington and her mother made their
appearance upon the quarter-deck, and tendered their thanks for the
service rendered. Captain Ratlin received them there with a frank, manly
air, assured them of full protection, and that he would land them at
some port from whence they could take ship for England. A very few hours
placed him on the best of terms with his passengers, for there was that
frank, and open discourse of manner with him, which his countenance
promised, while he felt irresistibly drawn towards the gentle and
beautiful girl whose protector he had thus strangely and suddenly
become. Not one point of her sweet beauty was lost upon the young
commander, and her every word and movement he seemed to dwell upon, and
to consider with a tenacious degree of interest.

On her part, Miss Huntington looked upon him as her preserver, and did
not hesitate to accord him that confidence which the circumstances of
her situation would so naturally lead to, being delighted and
entertained by the sketches he gave her of sea life and wild adventure
upon the ocean, elicited by her suggestion. The mother, too, was
well-pleased with the profound respect and polite attention which
herself and daughter received from him, and accorded him that cordial
countenance in his intercourse with her child which placed him quite at
ease.

"We have not even asked you, Captain Ratlin, what trade you are in,"
said the mother, as they sat together, her daughter and the young
commander, upon the quarter-deck beneath an awning which had been rigged
for their comfort.

"Ahem! madam!" hesitated the young officer, "we are, that is, yes, we
are on a trading voyage to the coast--just at the present time."

Whether the mother saw that the subject was not one which was of an
agreeable nature to him, or otherwise, she at once changed the subject,
and congenial themes were discussed, to the delight of the daughter, who
dwelt with evident pleasure upon the manly tones of the captain's voice,
which seemed to have some secret charm upon her. Even her mother noticed
this, and seemed to regard her with sensitive watchfulness while the
captain was near, though there was no well defined suspicion or fear in
her mind.

"Is it customary for traders upon these seas to go so thoroughly armed,
Captain Ratlin?" asked the daughter, one day, after she had been shown
about the decks, at her own request, where she had marked the heavy
calibre of the gun amidship, its well as the neat and serviceable array
of small arms within the entrance to the cabin.

"It is a treacherous latitude, lady, and the strong arm often makes the
right," he answered again, evasively, as he called her attention to some
distant object in the horizon, while at the same moment there was
shouted from aloft:

"Land O!"

"Land, land!" repeated the gentle being by his side, "what land?"

"Africa," quietly responded the captain, without a token of
satisfaction.

"Africa? that is indeed an inhospitable shore; can we land there?"

"Yes, I shall make sure that you land safely, and can despatch you to
Sierra Leone, from whence you can take ship for England, but--"

"Sail O!" shouted the lookout.

"Whereaway?" asked the captain promptly, seizing a deck trumpet and
abruptly turning from her to whom he had been speaking, while his whole
manner changed at once.

"A couple of points on the larboard beam, sir," answered the seaman.

"All hands, Mr. Faulkner, and 'bout ship; that square rig and the heavy
lift of those topsails tell what there must be below to sustain them.
Lively, sir, the 'Sea Witch' must show her qualities."

Miss Huntington had watched with some amazement these orders, and the
result of the same, and as she saw the beautiful craft in which she was
put at once on the opposite tack and steer boldly away from the shore
which had just been made, she could not help for a moment remembering
the words of the mate in the boat, that pirates sometimes were found in
these latitudes!

After a moment's thought she felt that she did Captain Ratlin injustice,
for whatever might cause him to flee from the sight of what she presumed
by his remarks to be a man-of-war, yet she felt that he could not be a
pirate. True, the vessel even to her inexperienced eye was very strongly
manned, and there was a severity of discipline observed on board that
was very different from what she had seen while they were in the
Indiaman, but that man could not be a pirate, she felt that he could
not--she would not do him the injustice to think it possible.

Let the stranger be whom he might, the "Sea Witch" seemed to have no
intention of making his acquaintance, and as easily dropped the topsails
of the vessel again as she had made them, while from the manner in which
the stranger steered, it was doubtful whether his lookout had made out
the "Sea Witch" at all--and so Captain Ratlin remarked to his first
officer, while he ordered the ship to be kept on her present course for
an hour, then to haul up on the wind and run in shore again.

"Is it usual, Captain Ratlin," asked the young and beautiful girl, "for
vessels on the coast to so dread meeting each other as to deliberately
alter their course when this seems likely to be the case?"

"Trade is peculiar on this coast, and men-of-warsmen take extraordinary
liberties on board such vessels as they happen to overhaul," was the
reply. "I always avoid their company when I can do so conveniently."

As Captain Ratlin said this, his eyes met those of his companion for a
moment, which were bent anxiously upon his face, as though she would
read his inmost thoughts. He noted the expression, and replied at once:

"Whatever suspicion or fear may have entered Miss Huntington's mind, I
beg of her to dispel, as it regards her own and her mother's safety and
comfort. Both shall be my sole care until you are safely landed upon
shore, where I shall at the earliest moment place you in a situation to
reach your homes in England."

"I know you will do this," she replied, "and if my looks betrayed any
anxiety, it was not for our safety, but for your own, Captain Ratlin."

"My safety, lady? do you then consider that worth your anxiety?" he
asked, with unmistakable earnestness in his voice.

"You have been more than kind to us, sir," she continued, "you have been
preserver, protector, and friend, and it were strange if I did not feel
an interest for your welfare."

This she uttered so ingenuously, so frankly, that it seemed not in the
least indelicate or forward, while it thrilled the young commander's
heart.

"Lady, since the moment you came on board, and I heard the tones of your
voice, a strange interest sprang up in my heart, an indescribable one,
and now that you express an interest in a poor wanderer's fate, you
attach to it a value that he himself has never regarded it as
possessing. But I read your suspicions, you have feared the worst--your
looks have betrayed it, and you were ready to believe that I am a--"

"Pirate!" almost groaned his companion, "You are not, pray say you are
not."

"Not so bad as that, lady."

"But you are then--"

"A slaver!" said the young commander, turning from her and moodily
walking the deck; with a contracted brow and uneven step.




CHAPTER VIII.

THE QUADROON.


FOR several days succeeding that upon which Captain Ratlin had avowed
himself to his fair young companion to be engaged in the slave trade
upon the coast of Africa, the "Sea Witch" was occupied in running in
towards the land and exchanging signals with friends on shore, and then
standing off and on to watch a favorable moment for running to an
anchorage, without encountering one of the English or American cruisers
stationed on the coast. During this time the young commander and his
fair passenger found much time for conversation, and she strove with all
that power of persuasion and delicacy of tact peculiar to her sex, to
point out to the adventurous and generous-hearted commander the fearful
responsibility of the course he was pursuing.

Perhaps no other agent would have accomplished so much as she
did--indeed, no other could for a moment have gained his ear, and the
result even to herself was very apparent, very satisfactory. He, all
unconsciously yielded every argument to her, was only too ready and
willing to grant her the fullest accordance in what she asked or argued,
for though he dared not to say so, yet he felt that already he loved the
mild yet eloquent and lovely girl with a devotion that caused all other
interests to fade in importance. It was a novel idea to him to realize
that so fair and gentle a creature could entertain such sufficient
interest in him, a rough sailor, to strive and mould his conduct for
good.

On her part, it would be difficult for us to define the exact state of
feelings which actuated the beautiful girl whom we first introduced to
the reader in India. She felt an interest in the commander of the slaver
that she was afraid to acknowledge not only to her mother, but indeed to
herself. The tones of his voice came over her heart like the memory of
music that we have heard at some distant time, and in some forgotten
place; his eyes betrayed to her the love he dared not speak, and when
she did pause to consider their relation towards each other, she half
shuddered, and said to herself, "Would to heaved this man was a poor
mechanic, anything but a slaver! How can I give my confidence to him,
and yet how can I withhold it, for he wins from me my very thoughts!"

One evening just after sunset, Miss Huntington and her mother had been
tarrying on the quarter deck for a long while, watching the conversation
going on between the ship and the shore by means of flags, and observing
that the "Sea Witch" had run in closer than usual, the mother asked:

"Shall we not land before long, Captain Ratlin? We have been in the
vicinity of the shore so long, that I begin to feel quite impatient."

"To-night, madam, we shall be on shore. I cannot offer you very good
quarters at first, but you shall find conveyance to Sierra Leone
shortly, from whence you can sail for England."

"We have to thank you for much kindness, sir," she continued,
gratefully.

"Nay, madam, necessity and duty to my owners has rendered it imperative
for me to approach the coast cautiously, and hence a delay I could not
avoid."

"You are too honest and manly a spirit, sir," said the mother, frankly,
"to be engaged in such a trade. Ah, sir, why not turn your talents to a
more fitting purpose? The field of commerce is extensive, and such as
you need not look for command."

"Madam, your daughter has already caused me to behold my position in a
very different light from what I did when I cleared my ship from the
last port."

"I rejoice, Captain Ratlin, to hear you say so," was the frank rejoinder
of the mother, as she extended her hand to him, and which he pressed
respectfully.

"She is thus frank and open with me," reasoned the young commander to
himself, "because she has no reason for restraint; but were I to tell
her that I loved her child, that she was already so dear to me that I
would relinquish all things for her, that face, so friendly in its
expression now, would be suffused with disdain and scorn. No, no! such a
fate is not in store for me; a sailor should know but one mistress, and
she should be his ship. But the heart is a stubborn thing. I would not
have believed that ouch a change could come over me."

"Stand by to let go the starboard bow anchor," he shouted, as the vessel
gradually crept shoreward with the oncoming of night, and, assumed the
position in which he desired to place her.

Her sails were gradually furled, and as she drew to her anchorage
ground, a quarter-boat a was lowered from the davits, while the chain
cable rang its loud report as it ran out at the hawser hole, and the
ship swung gradually with the set of the current, leaving her stern
towards the shore. But a few moments elapsed before Capt. Ratlin and his
two passengers, with such articles as they had brought on board, were
skimming over the short space between the ship and the shore, propelled
by a half-dozen stout rowers. It had already been explained to them that
at first it would be necessary to land them and offer them shelter at
Don Leonardo's slave factory, until a mode of conveyance could be
procured for them to reach Sierra Leone, so they were not surprised, but
placing full confidence in Captain Ratlin, were satisfied.

At the house of Don Leonardo, they were hospitably received, and found
the proprietor to be a rough Spaniard, with a dark quadroon daughter,
whose mulatto mother was dead. The household, though primitive, in many
particulars, was yet profusely supplied with every necessity, and even
many luxuries. In the rear of the house was a spacious barracoon, where
the slaves were collected and kept for shipment, and where they were
plentifully supplied with rice and vegetables, with salt meats, and the
means of doing their own cooking. All these things the new corners noted
at once, and indeed were very curious in fully understanding. There
seemed to be little restraint exercised about the place; the slaves were
looked at in the light of prisoners of war, and did not attempt escape.
They seemed to be quite indifferent themselves as to their fate, and
were very happy, with good food to eat, and a plenty of it.

One thing that both Mrs. Huntington and her daughter marked well was the
fact that Don Leonardo greeted Capt. Ratlin as one whom he had met
before, and that Maud, his daughter, also sprang forward to meet him
with unmistakable tokens of delight. On his part, both were cordially
greeted, and they spoke together like people whose time was precious and
whose business required despatch. Mrs. Huntington gathered enough from
their open and undisguised talk to learn, that as there was not a
sufficient number of negroes at the present moment on hand, that the
"Sea Witch," with her light draft of water, must be run up a neighboring
river and be there moored away from the prying eyes of the cruisers on
the coast, until the proper hour should arrive for shipping her freight.
Therefore when Captain Ratlin left them, it was with a promise to return
and join them again within a few hours. He resolved to moor his vessel
under the shelter of the present favoring darkness, to which end he at
once repaired on board.

The two English ladies, both mother and daughter, found much to interest
them in Maud Leonardo. She seemed to be a strange girl, a rough diamond,
with all the tact and ready invention of her mulatto mother, and all
the fire of her Spanish father. They soon learned that this was not
Captain Ratlin's first visit to the coast, and that her father, as well
as herself, considered him the finest seaman and gentleman in the coast
trade. It was impossible not to see with what feeling Maud the Quadroon
dwelt upon the good qualities of him she referred to, declaring that he
was a father to all the people he took away in his ship, and how kind he
was to them; that he always knocked off their shackles at once and made
friends of them by real kindness.

Mrs. Huntington, to say nothing of her daughter, saw something more than
mere honest admiration in the enthusiastic girl's remarks about the
young commander, and the mother shrewdly determined to question her upon
the theme, and to weigh well her answers.

"Captain Ratlin is very friendly to you, I suppose, Maud?" said Mrs.
Huntington.

"He is friendly to father, and that is the same thing," she replied,
simply.

"Has he not brought you presents across the ocean?" continued the
mother.

"One," said Maud, with evident pleasure, rolling back a long sleeve, and
discovering to her new-made friends a rich golden bracelet, set with
pearls, a rare and beautiful ornament.

"This is indeed beautiful," said the mother.

Mrs. Huntington examined the jewel, while her daughter turned
thoughtfully away! She could not be mistaken; she saw at once that this
rude, uncultivated girl loved the commander of the "Sea Witch," nor did
she wonder at such a fact; but yet she found herself musing and asking
within her own mind whether such a being could make him happy as a wife.
She felt that he was worthy of better companionship, and that,
notwithstanding Maud evidently loved him, he could hardly entertain any
peculiar regard for her. Could he have deceived the girl? she thought.
No, deceit was no part of his nature; that she felt sure of, and thus
she mused alone to herself, placing the relationship of the two in all
manner of lights, until she saw him again.

Having moored the "Sea Witch" safely amid the jungle of one of the many
winding rivers that indent the coast of Africa, and sent down her upper
spars to prevent her from being discovered by any exhibition of the
top-hamper above the trees and jungle growth, Captain Ratlin left his
crew under charge of the first officer, Mr. Faulkner, and returned once
more to the seaboard and the establishment of Don Leonardo. Here it
would be necessary for him to remain for a week or more, while the
Spaniard sent his runners inland to the chiefs of the various coast
tribes to forward the prisoners of war to his barracoons. This period of
time was passed in various domestic amusements, in observing the sports
and games of the natives, their habits, and studying their
nationalities--for the slaves in Don Leonardo's barracoons represented a
score of different tribes, each characteristic of its origin.

Mrs. Huntington regarded Captain Ratlin's intercourse with Maud with
much interest, which she did not attempt to disguise, while her daughter
did so under the disguise of indifference, but with the most intense
interest. Not a word, look, or sign between them betrayed the least
token of any understanding or peculiar confidence as existing between
the commander and the Quadroon.

Maud, on her part, began to change somewhat since the first day of the
arrival of the strangers. Then she was as free and unconstrained as
innocence itself--now she seemed to regard the new-comers with a jealous
eye, for she saw the deep feeling evinced by the young commander towards
the fairest of the two; she heard a strange charm in the tone of his
voice when he addressed the daughter, and at such moments Mrs.
Huntington more than once saw her bosom heave quickly, and her eye flash
with a wild and startling fire that made her tremble. This was jealousy,
plain and unmistakable, a fact that no woman would have been at a loss
to understand.

It was not possible that the mother should be blind to the feeling
evinced by Captain Ratlin towards her daughter, and she thought, so long
as this sentiment maintained the respectful and solicitous character
which it now bore, that it would redound to their security and future
safety, as they were in one sense completely in his power. But as it
regarded the idea of her daughter's entertaining any affection for him,
or seriously considering his advances, the idea could not for a moment
enter her head. She did not at ill consider that there was any danger of
her daughter's losing her heart--no, no! Had not she been accustomed to
attention from earliest girlhood, and from the most polished men? She
did not even think it necessary to speak to her upon the subject; she
might be as friendly as she pleased with him under the circumstances.

But the daughter herself, who to her mother's eye was so indifferent,
was at heart deeply and strangely impressed by the frank, chivalrous and
devoted attention of the commander of the slaver. His attention was
characterized by the most unquestioned delicacy and consideration; he
had never uttered the first syllable to her that he might not properly
have used before her mother--indeed, he had not the boldness or
effrontery to urge a suit that he knew was out of the question, and yet
he felt irresistibly drawn towards the English girl, and could not
disguise from her the true sentiments that so plainly filled his inmost
heart; she must have been less than woman not to have read his very
soul, so bared to her scrutiny.

It was the first time that she had ever deceived her mother, because it
was the first time that she had loved. Yes, loved, for though she would
as soon have sacrificed her life as to have acknowledged it, yet she did
love him, and the poor untutored Quadroon girl read the fact that the
mother could not, with all her cultivation and knowledge of the world,
detect. But jealousy is an apt teacher, and the spirit of Maud Leonardo
was now thoroughly aroused; she sighed for revenge, and puzzled her
brain how she might gain the longed-for end.

Captain Ratlin had eyes for only one object, and that was the young and
beautiful English girl. He never gave a thought to Maud; he had never
done so for one moment. As a friend of her father, or rather as a dealer
intimately connected in a business point of view with him, he had given
a present to his daughter, and had endeavored to make himself agreeable
to her at all times, but never for one moment with a serious thought of
any degree of intimacy, save of the most public and ordinary character.
Probably Maud herself would have never thought seriously about the
matter had she not felt how much the English girl surpassed her in
beauty, in accomplishment, and in all that might attract the interest of
one like Captain Ratlin.

Jealousy is a subtle poison, and the Quadroon was feeding upon it
greedily, while its baleful effect was daily becoming more and more
manifest in her behaviour.




CHAPTER IX.

THE ATTACK.


DON LEONARDO was no favorite among the tribes and chiefs of the region
which was his immediate neighborhood, and he lived within the walls of
his well-arranged residence, more like one in a fort than in his own
domestic dwelling, maintaining himself, in fact, by a regular armament
of his servants and a few countrymen whom he retained in his service.
With the negroes he was, therefore, no friend, save so far as he
purchased their prisoners of them, whom they secured in their marauding
inroads upon the interior tribes. They feared Don Leonardo because he
was a bold, bad man, and cared not for the spilling of blood at any
time, for the furtherance of his immediate gain in the trade he pursued.
It was for his interest to make them fear him, and this he contrived to
do most effectually.

As Don Leonardo always paid for the slaves he purchased of the coast
tribes in hard Spanish dollars, they believed him to possess an
inexhaustible supply of specie, and the idea of robbing him had more
than once been broached among them in their counsels; but feat and want
of tact as to proper management in conducting an assault, they felt
would insure the defeat of such a purpose, and thus the Spaniard had
remained unmolested for years in his present position, but in no way
relaxing the necessary degree of vigilance which should render safe his
household, for he knew full well the treacherous character of the
negroes, and that they were not for a moment to be trusted.

Maud, his daughter, was in no way ignorant of this state of affairs. She
fully understood the entire matter. Perhaps the fact that some portion
of the blood of that despised race ran in her own veins, led her to
conceive a plan for revenge which should embrace not only the party who
was the grave object of her hate, but even every person of white blood
in her father's household, not even excepting her father! No one, save a
North American Indian, can hold and nourish a spirit of revenge like a
Quadroon. It seems to be an innate trait of their nature, and ever ready
to burst forth in a blaze at any moment.

It was impossible to understand exactly by what course of reasoning Maud
had arrived at the purpose of attempting the destruction of the
household as she did. One would have supposed that she would have been
apt to adopt the easiest mode of arriving at the desired result, and
that with even her simple knowledge of poison, she might, with a little
adroitness, have taken the lives of all who were gathered under her
father's roof at a single meal; but the revengeful girl evidently had
some secret feeling to gratify, in the employment of the agents whom she
engaged for her purpose, and the blow she resolved should be struck, and
decisively, too, by the negro enemies of her father, who were his near
neighbors.

For this fell purpose, Maud held secret meetings with the chiefs,
represented that her father's strong-boxes were full of gold and silver
coin, and that the negroes had only to effect an entrance at night,
means for which she was herself prepared to furnish them, and at the
same time representing to them that they would have it in their power to
revenge themselves for all their past wrongs at her father's hands,
fancied or real. The negroes and their chiefs were only too intent upon
the treasures their fancy depicted, to think or care for Maud herself,
or to question the reason of her unnatural treachery. So they promised
to enter the stockade under her direction, rob the house, and then
screen the deed they had committed by burning the dwelling and all
within its precincts.

While this diabolical plan had been thoroughly concocted, Captain Ratlin
and the two English ladies had passed many pleasant hours together, all
unconscious of there being any danger at hand, and even Maud, with
subtle treachery, seemed more open and free than she had been in her
intercourse with them at first. But when she thought herself unobserved,
she would at times permit a reflex of her soul to steal over her dark,
handsome features, and the fire of passion to flash from her eye. At
such moments, the Quadroon became completely unsexed, and could herself
scarcely contain her own anger and passion so far as not to spring,
tiger-like, upon the object of her hatred. But the hour for the attempt
upon the dwelling, and the destruction of its inhabitants, drew near.
The negroes had sworn to stand by each other, and had sacrificed an
infant to their deity, to propitiate him and insure success.

It was long past midnight that the blacks might have been seen pouring
out of the adjacent jungle nearest to the house. They had selected the
hour for their attack when they supposed the dwellers in the
stockade-house would be soundest wrapped in sleep, and they had indeed
chosen well, and all their plans had been carefully arranged. But just
as Maud opened the secret entrance for them to pass in, and she herself
passed out, to flee for the time being from the scene, Don Leonardo came
out from his sleeping-apartment, followed by a trusty slave, and
promptly shot down the two first figures that entered by the door,
causing them to fall dead. This unexpected repulse caused those behind
to retreat for a while to the jungle, where they might consult under
cover as to what this unexpected opposition to their plans indicated.

The reader may as well be here informed that a faithful slave, who had
been long with the Spanish trader, and who had been confided in by the
robbers, at last could not keep the secret, but just at the opportune
moment aroused her master, while he, by his promptness, for the moment
stayed the attack, until the door could once more be fastened, and the
people awakened and armed to repel the congregated mass of the enemy.
The father did not for one moment suspect his child's treachery, and was
amazed and alarmed by her absence; but there was little time for
speculations upon that or any other matter, since the large numbers of
the negroes had rendered them bold, and they seemed determined, now they
were partially foiled in their purpose as to entering the place by
stratagem, to carry the house, at all hazards, by actual storm, while
they rendered the air heavy with their yells.

Don Leonardo was not at all alarmed--he had fought too many battles with
the negroes to fear them. He quietly prepared his fire-arms, and loaded
to the muzzle a heavy swivel-gun he kept mounted at one of the main
windows, while he gave arms to such of his slaves as he felt confidence
in, and to his immediate retainers. The negroes had never seen nor heard
the swivel fired, as it was a late importation. They had become somewhat
accustomed to small arms, and though they had a dread of them, yet it
was not sufficient to deter them from making the attack after having
congregated in such numbers, and having become so wrought up by each
other. But as they made a rush bodily towards the stockade, Don Leonardo
fired the swivel, which had been loaded with shot, slugs, and bullets,
into their very midst, every missile telling on the limb or body of one
or more! The effect was electrical and the slaughter large.

The astonished savages rapidly gathered up their wounded companions and
returned to the jungle once more. At first this terrible slaughter among
them seemed to deter them from the idea of a second attack, but the loud
report of the gun rapidly augmented the numbers of the blacks, until
they made a second onslaught, with almost precisely the same effect.
They could scale the stockade only on this side, while on the other, or
opposite side, Captain Ratlin kept up such a deadly and accurate fire of
musketry, that every one who approached the buildings was sure to
forfeit his life. It was fortunate that this arrangement had been made,
for the negroes twice attempted to set the dwellings on fire from the
rear, but were instantly repulsed by Captain Ratlin's double-barrelled
gun, which was ready loaded by his side, and which he used with fearful
accuracy of aim on every approaching object.

The negroes seemed to be wrought up to such a state of excitement that
they would not give over their purpose, though it involved such immense
risk and sacrifice of life, and the attack was continued, at intervals,
far into the morning, and long after the regular course of duty, until
at last the negroes divided their mutilated numbers into four parties,
and it was evidently their last and most determined attempt. They did
not hurry this, but seemed to pause and take refreshments and rest for a
couple of hours, when once more the onslaught commenced, and the
inhabitants of the stockade found it a desperate fight, and one even of
doubtful result, if long continued as it began.

"Keep the black imps clear, don, for a short half-hour longer, and it
will be all up with them," shouted Captain Ratlin, from the rear. "I see
a heavy square-rig rounding the point and standing in for an anchorage;
we shall find civilized help."

"That is lucky," growled the Spaniard, as he coolly shot down a negro;
"our powder is fast giving out."

The inhabitants of the stockade sadly needed assistance at this critical
juncture, for the infuriated savages had become desperate and reckless
in their attack, and must soon have carried the building by storm. But
there soon pulled to the beach a half-dozen boats, with a detachment of
marines and seamen, led on at full speed by an officer, before whose
approach the angry negroes retired exhausted, leaving many dead upon the
ground, and many too severely wounded to effect their retreat to the
jungle. The fight had been a very sanguinary one to the half witted
creatures outside the stockade.

The new comers were an officer and part of the crew of a man-of-war that
was cruising upon the coast, and which had been attracted to the harbor
by the firing of the heavy swivel. They were admitted within the
stockade. That they were English was at once observable, by the flag
that floated from the graceful craft that had now rounded to and come to
an anchor within blank cartridge shot of the factory or barracoons. The
officer felt authorized to interfere, as we have seen, but his power of
search and of interference in the peculiar trade of the coast ceased the
moment he touched the land. His jurisdiction did not extend over any
residents on their property, unless it was afloat; over the coast and
rivers he claimed jurisdiction only.

The new comers were hospitably entertained by Don Leonardo, white the
officer who had led them, and whose insignia of rank betrayed his
station as captain, was introduced into the more private apartments of
the place, where were the ladies and Captain Ratlin, the latter trying
to re-assure them, and to quiet their fears on account of the late
fearful business of the fight. He was thus engaged when the English
captain entered, and was not a little astonished to hear the mutual
expressions of surprise that were uttered by both the ladies and the
officer himself, while a moment sufficed to show them to be old
acquaintances! The reader would here recognize, in the new comer,
Captain Robert Bramble, whom we saw paying suit to Miss Huntington, not
long previous, on the shady verandah of her mother's house, in the
environs of Calcutta.

Notwithstanding the excitement of the moment, and the joy felt on all
sides at the timely arrival of the English officer and his
people,--notwithstanding the surprise of the moment, that filled all
present at the singular melting of old friends under such extraordinary
circumstances, yet a close observer might have noticed an ill-suppressed
expression of dissatisfaction upon Captain Ratlin's face, as he saw the
English captain in friendly and even familiar intercourse with mother
and daughter.

"Who could have possibly foreseen this strange, this opportune meeting?"
said the mother.

"It is as strange as agreeable, I assure you," replied the new comer.
"And you were wrecked and picked up at sea, you say, and brought here
by--"

"Captain Ratlin," interrupted the daughter, fearing that her mother
would have introduced a word that would have betrayed their protector.

"Yes, by Captain Ratlin," continued the mother, "permit me to introduce
you, gentlemen. Captain Bramble, this is Captain Ratlin; you are both
seamen, and there is no need of compliments, though I am seriously
indebted to you both."

"Of the merchant service, I presume?" said the English officer,
regarding the young and handsome commander of the "Sea Witch" with a
somewhat suspicious eye.

"From childhood," was the cool reply, while, as though by a feeling of
common content, both turned away from each other, to other objects.

Captain Bramble saw that she whom he had so profitlessly saved,--she
whose smile would have been invaluable to him, now spoke low and gently
to the merchant captain; and even smiled kindly upon his remarks to her,
of whatever nature they might be. Doubtless, from the moment of their
introduction, a vague suspicion of his true character crossed the
English officer's thoughts, but now he needed no other incentive, than
the fact that Miss Huntington received and entertained his addresses so
agreeably, and with such evident pleasure, to make him more than
watchful, and resolved to find out the truth.

"You are not long arrived, Captain Ratlin?" asked the other.

"Within these two weeks," was the calm reply.

"Not seeing your vessel, I presume she has gone to the windward, for
ivory."

"Or perhaps to leeward for other cargo," answered the other, somewhat
haughtily.

The hint was sufficient, and the English officer saw that, let his trade
be what it might, he had one to deal with who was master of his own
business, and who feared no one.

It was nearly night when Maud Leonardo reappeared, expressing profound
surprise at what had occurred, and feigning well-assumed grief and
regret, so honestly, too, as to deceive all parties who observed her.
But her secret chagrin could hardly be expressed. Indeed, her father,
who knew her better than any one else, saw that there was something
wrong in his daughter's spirit, that some event had seriously annoyed
and moved her. He knew the child possessed of much of her mother's wild,
revengeful disposition, and though even he never for a moment suspected
her unnatural treachery, yet he resolved to watch her.

The negroes she had joined in the attack were completely routed and
disheartened, and fearing the power and cunning of Don Leonardo,
retreated far inland and incorporated themselves with the tribes that
gather their wild and precarious living in the depths of the jungle.




CHAPTER X.

THE DUEL.


AFFAIRS in the immediate vicinity of Don Leonardo's residence began to
assume a singular and very peculiar aspect. In the first place, there
was within doors, and under his immediate roof, four new comers, nearly
each of which was actuated by some contrary purpose or design. Mrs.
Huntington was exceedingly desirous to obtain passage up the coast to
Sierra Leone, and thence home to England; her daughter secretly dreaded
the approach of the hour that was to separate her from one whom in her
unrevealed heart she devotedly loved. Captain Ratlin was, of course, all
impatience to have the English cruiser up anchor and leave the harbor,
her proximity to his own fleet clipper ship being altogether too close,
while, Captain Bramble felt in no haste to leave port for several
reasons. First, he had a suspicion that he should soon be able to trip
up the heels of his rival, as it regarded this business on the coast;
and secondly, he was very content to have Miss Huntington remain here,
because he knew if she was once landed at Sierra Leone, she would
directly sail for England.

Don Leonardo heartily wished them all at the bottom of the sea, or any
other place except his house, with the exception, of course, of Captain
Ratlin, whose business with him was seriously impeded by the presence of
these parties. Maud, too, was not a disinterested party, as the reader
may well imagine, after the audacious treachery which she had already
evinced; but she was comparatively passive now, and seemed quietly to
bide her time for accomplishing her second resolve touching him she once
loved but now hated, as well as satisfying her revengeful spirit by the
misery or destruction of her rival. We say affairs in Don Leonardo's
residence had assumed a singular and peculiar aspect, and the dull
routine of everyday life that had characterized the last year was
totally changed.

The singular coincidence of the meeting between Miss Huntington and her
rejected lover, Captain Bramble, under such singular circumstances, led
him once more to press this suit, and now, as she regarded him largely
in the light of a protector, the widow quite approved of his intimacy,
and indeed, as far as propriety would permit, seconded his suit with her
daughter. When in India, she had looked most favorably upon Captain
Bramble's intimacy with her child, where there were accessory
circumstances to further her claims; but now she soon told her daughter
in private, that Captain Bramble was a match fit and proper in all
respects for such as she was.

"But, mother--"

"Well, my child?"

"Suppose, for instance, that I do not like Captain Bramble, then is he a
fitting match for me?"

"Not like him, my child?"

"Yes, mother, not like him."

"Why, is he not gentlemanly?"

"Yes."

"And of good family?"

"Undoubtedly."

"And handsome, and--"

"Hold, mother, you need not extend the catalogue. Captain Bramble can
never be my husband," she said, in a mild but determined tone that her
mother understood very well.

But Captain Bramble himself could not seem to understand this,
notwithstanding she was perfectly frank and open with him. He seemed to
be running away with the idea that if he could but get rid of Captain
Ratlin, in some way, he should then have a clear field, and be able to
win her hand under the peculiar circumstances surrounding her. Thus
moved, he redoubled his watchfulness touching the captain's movements,
satisfied that he should be able ere long to detect him in some
intrigue, as to running a cargo of slaves, and doubtless under such
circumstances that he could arrest and detain him, if not, by some lucky
chance, even have him tried and adjudged upon by the English commission
upon the coast.

To suppose that Captain Ratlin did not understand entirely the motives
and conduct of his enemy and would-be rival, would be to give him less
credit for discernment than he deserved. He understood the matter very
well, and, indeed, bore with assumed patience, for Miss Huntington's
sake, many impertinences that he would otherwise have instantly
asserted. But he marked out for himself a course, and he resolved to
adhere to it. Captain Bramble was not only a suitor of Miss
Huntington's, but an old and intimate friend, as he learned from her
family, and therefore he should avoid all quarrel whatever with him, and
so he did on his own part; but the English officer, enraged by his
apparent success, took every occasion to disparage the character of
Captain Ratlin, and even before Miss Huntington's own face, declared him
no gentleman.

"You are very severe, Captain Bramble," said the lady, "upon a person
whom you acknowledge you have not yet known a single calendar month."

"It is long enough, quite long enough, Miss Huntington, to read the
character of such an unprincipled fellow as this nondescript captain."

"I have known him about twice as long as you, Captain Bramble," replied
Miss Huntington, calmly, "and I have not only formed a very different
opinion of him, but have good reasons to feel satisfied of the
correctness of my judgment."

"I perceive that Miss Huntington has taken him under her protection,"
replied the discomfited officer, sarcastically, as he seized his hat and
left her.

While in this spirit, the two rivals met in the open space before the
hose of Don Leonardo, when the English officer vented some coarse and
scurrillous remarks upon Captain Ratlin, whose eyes flashed fire, and
who seized his traducer by the throat and bent him nearly double to the
earth, with an ease that showed his superior physical strength to be
immense, but as though impressed with some returning sense, Captain
Ratlin released his grasp and said:

"Rise, sir, you are safe from my hand; but fortunate it is for you that
you can call this lady whose name you have just referred to, friend; the
man whom she honors by her countenance is safe from any injury I can
inflict."

"A very chivalric speech," replied the enraged and brow-beaten officer.
"But you shall answer for this, sir, and at once. This is not the
spot--you must give me satisfaction for this base insult, or by the
heaven above us I will shoot you like a dog!"

"As you will, sir. I have spoken openly, and I shall abide by my word. I
am no boaster, nor do I expect any especial favor at the hands of the
lady whom you have named; but I repeat, sir, that my respect for her
renders her friend safe from any injury that I might otherwise, in just
indignation, inflict."

Little did either know that the object of their remarks had been a
silent but trembling witness of the entire scene, from the first
taunting word Captain Bramble had spoken.

Early the subsequent morning, even before the sun had risen, a boat
might have been seen pulling from the side of the English sloop-of-war,
propelled by the stout arms of a couple of seamen, while two persons sat
in the stern, a closer examination of whom would have revealed them to
be the captain of the ship and surgeon. At the same moment there shot
out from a little nook or bay in the rear of the barracoons, a light
skiff propelled by a single oarsman, who rowed his bark in true seamen
style, cross-handed, while a second party sat in the stern. The rower
was Captain Ratlin, and his companion was the swarthy and fierce-looking
Don Leonardo. That the same purpose guided the course of either boat was
apparent from the fact that both were headed for the same jutting point
of land that formed a sort of cape on the harbor's southern side.

"That is the fellow, he who pulls the oars," said Captain Bramble to his
surgeon.

"He must be a vulgar chap, and pulls those instruments as though bred to
the business."

"Not so very vulgar, either," said the other; "the fellow has seen the
world and has his notions of honor, and knows how to behave, that is
plain enough."

"Egad, he shoots that skiff ahead like an arrow; the fellow could make
his fortune as a ferryman," continued the surgeon, facetiously.

"Give way, lads, give way," said the English captain, impatiently, to
his men, as he saw that the skiff would reach the point long before he
got there himself.

A short half-hour found the two rivals standing opposite to each other
at some twelve paces distance, each with a pistol in his hand. The
preliminaries had been duly arranged between the surgeon and Don
Leonardo, the latter of whom had not ceased up to the last moment to
strive and effect a reconciliation. Not that he dreaded bloodshed, it
was a pastime to him, but because it jarred so manifestly with his
interests to have his friend run the risk of his life. Both of the
principals were silent. Captain Bramble was exceedingly red in the face,
and evidently felt the bitterness of anger still keenly upon him; while
the open, manly features of his opponent wore the same placid aspect as
had characterized them while he leaned over the side of his own ship, or
gazed idly into the rippling waters that laved the dark hull.

It had been arranged that both parties should aim and fire between the
commencement and end of pronouncing the words, "one, two, three," by the
surgeon; and that individual, having placed his box of instrument with
professional coolness upon the ground, took his position to give the
signal agreed upon, when he said, in a preparatory tone:

"Gentlemen, are you ready?"

To which both answered by an inclination of the head, and then
immediately followed:

"One, two, three!"

Almost before the first word was fairly articulated, the sharp quick
report of Captain Bramble's pistol was heard, and the next moment he was
observed gazing intently upon his adversary, to see whether he had
wounded him, and observing that he had not, he dashed his weapon to the
ground, uttering a fierce oath at his luck.

In the meantime Captain Ratlin had not moved an inch, not even a muscle;
his hand containing the pistol had hung quietly at his side, and his
face still remained undisturbed. He had kept his word, and would not
fire upon the friend of the woman whom he truly respected, and
earnestly, devotedly, though hopelessly loved.

Captain Bramble paced back and forth like a caged lion, until at last,
coming opposite and near to his adversary, he coarsely remarked:

"It is much easier for a trembling hand to retain a perpendicular
position than to assume a horizontal one!"

Captain Ratlin understood the taunt, and stepping to where the English
officer had thrown his discharged weapon, he threw it high in the air,
and at the exact moment when the power of gravitation turned the piece
towards the earth, he quickly raised his arm and fired, sending the
bullet in his own pistol completely through the wooden stock of the
other. Then turning coolly to Captain Bramble, he said:

"A trembling hand, sir, is hardly so sure of its aim as that."

"This fellow is the evil one himself," whispered the surgeon to his
principal. "Come, let us on board, if he should insist upon at second
shot, we should be obliged to give him the chance, since he did not fire
at you, and he would drop you spite of fate."

"Curse his luck; I am sure I had him full in the breast--such a miss,
and I, who am so sure at a dozen paces;" and the English officer
continued to chafe and growl until he had got into his boat, and was out
of hearing from the shore.

Captain Ratlin and Don Leonardo quietly pulled back towards the
barracoons, and as they neared the shore they saw the form of a female,
which both at once recognized to be that of Miss Huntington, who stood
there pale as death, and who gazed intently at the young commander as he
drew nearer and nearer, and as he jumped upon the shore, said, hastily:

"You have been on a fearful errand. Have either of you been hurt?"

"Nay, lady, it was but a bit of morning sport," said Captain Ratlin,
pleasantly.

"Answer me, was he injured, for I see you are not?"

"There has been no harm done to flesh and blood, lady."

"Heaven be praised!" said the half-fainting girl, as she leaned upon the
young commander's proffered arm, and they together approached the house
of Don Leonardo.

There had been another witness of the affair, one who was secreted on
the very spot where the meeting took place, one who had overheard the
arrangements for the same, and one who had secretly repaired thither
with hopes to have seen the blood of one, if not both, flow, even unto
death. And this was Maud, poor deluded, revengeful girl, who had
permitted one passion to fill her every thought, and who now lived and
dreamed only for revenge upon one who was as innocent of any intended
slight or wrong to her as he was to the being he really loved.

Maud, with the fleetness of an antelope, had ran by the land-path from
the spot of the contest, and reached home nearly as quick as the boat
containing her father and Captain Ratlin had done, and now, as she saw
her hated white rival leaning upon his arm, so pale, so confiding, and
he addressing her with such tender assurance, a fresh wound to her
already rankled and goaded feelings was imparted, and once more she
swore a fearful and quick revenge.

Captain Bramble, too much chagrined to make his appearance, at least for
a few days, did not soon land from his vessel, but mused alone in the
solitude of his cabin upon the obduracy of Miss Huntington's heart, and
the good luck which had saved his rival's life.




CHAPTER XI.

THE HUES OF LOVE.


CAPTAIN BRAMBLE did not long remain contented on board his ship. This he
could not do while he realized that Miss Huntington was so near upon the
shore; for, so far as such a being could really love, he did love the
lady; and yet his sentiment of regard was so mixed up with selfishness
and bitterness of spirit, and pride at being refused, that the small
germ of real affection which had found birth in his bosom was too much
corroded with alloy to be identified. He felt that he had been
overreached by Captain Ratlin, and also that he had good grounds of
suspecting his successful rival of being either directly or indirectly
engaged in the illegal trade of the coast, and, determined, if possible,
to discover his secret, he again became a frequent visitor of Don
Leonardo's house, where he was sure to meet him constantly.

There were two spirits whom we have introduced to the reader in this
connection, who were fitting companions for each other; but they had not
as yet been brought together by any chance so as to understand one
another. We refer to Captain Bramble and Maud the Quadroon. Both now
hated Captain Ratlin, and would gladly have been revenged in any way for
the gratification of their feelings upon her whom he so fondly loved.
With this similarity of sentiment it was not singular that they should
ere long discover themselves and feelings to each other. Indeed Maud,
who had been a secret witness of the deed, already realized that Captain
Bramble was the enemy of him whom she had once loved, and whom she now
so bitterly despised.

Untutored in the ways of the world and fashionable intrigue, yet the
Quadroon saw very clearly that through Captain Bramble she might
consummate that revenge which she had so signally failed in doing by the
agency of the hostile negro tribes she had treacherously brought to her
father's doors. He had not been long at the factory, therefore, on
landing after the duel, before Maud sought a private interview with him,
on pretext of communicating to him some information that should be of
value to him in connection with his official duty. To this, of course,
the English officer responded at once, shrewdly suspecting at least a
portion of the truth, and he therefore met Maud at an appointed spot in
the jungle hard by her father's house.

"You will speak truly in what you tell me, my good girl?" he said
sagaciously, as he looked into her dark spirited eyes with admiration he
could not avoid.

"Have I anything to gain by a lie?" responded Maud, with a curling lip.

"No, I presume not," he answered. "I merely ask from ordinary
precaution. But what do you propose to reveal to me? Something touching
this Captain Ratlin?"

"Ay," said the girl quickly. "It is of him I would speak. You are an
English officer, agent of your government, and sent here to suppress
this vile traffic?"

"True."

"And have you suspected nothing since your vessel has been here?"

"I suspect that this Captain Ratlin is in some way connected with the
trade."

"He is, and but now awaits the gathering of a cargo in my father's
barracoons, to sail with them to the West Indies. It is not his first
voyage, either."

"But where is his vessel? he cannot go to sea without one," said the
Englishman.

"That is what I would reveal to you. I will discover to you his ship if
you swear to arrest him, seize the vessel, and if possible hang him!"

"You are bitter indeed," said the officer, almost startled at the
fiendish expression of the Quadroon's countenance as she emphasized
those two expressive words.

"I have reason to be," answered Maud, calming her feelings by an effort.

"Has he wronged you?"

"Yes, he loves the white woman whom he brought to my father's house."

"Thus far, at all events, my good girl, we have mutual cause for hate,
and we will work heartily together. You know where his vessel lies?"

"I do."

"Is it far from here?"

"Less than a league."

"Indeed! These fellows are cunning," mused the officer. "When will you
guide me and a party of my people thither?"

"To-night."

"It is well. I will be prepared. Where shall we meet?"

"At the end of the cape, where you and he met a few days since."

"Where we met?" asked the other, in surprise. "How knew you of that?"

"I saw it."

"The duel?"

"Yes."

"It is strange. I thought none but ourselves were to be there."

"He has moved in no direction since this woman has been here that I have
not followed. There I hoped to see him fall; but he was strangely
preserved."

"You are a singular girl, Maud," replied the officer. "Take this and
wear it for my sake," he added, unloosing a fine gold chain from his
watch and tossing it around her neck, "and be punctual at that spot
to-night after the last ray of twilight."

"I will," answered the Quadroon, as she regarded the fine workmanship of
the chain for a moment with idle and childlike pleasure, then turning
from the spot, they both returned, though by different paths, from the
jungle towards the dwelling of her father.

Captain Bramble dined with Don Leonardo that day, and his good spirits
and pleasant converse were afterwards the subject of comment, exhibiting
him in a fair more favorable light than he had appeared in since his
arrival at the factory. Maud, too, either for sake of disguise, or
because the knowledge of her plan imparted exhilaration of spirits to
her, was more agreeable, seemingly frank and friendly than she had been
for many a long day, if we except the day before the late attack of the
negroes upon the house, when the same treacherous assumption of
cheerfulness and satisfaction with all parties was similarly assumed.

Captain Ratlin, on his part, was ever the same; he found that he must
wait some weeks even yet before he could prosecute the purpose of his
voyage, and indeed he seemed to have lost all interest in it. His
thoughts were full of too pure an object to permit him to participate to
any extent in so questionable a business. Gladly would he at any moment
have thrown up his charge of the "Sea Witch;" and he had indeed promised
Miss Huntington that for her sake, and in honor of her friendship (for
he had never aspired to any more intimate relationship), he would ignore
the trade altogether, and that he would despatch Mr. Faulkner, his first
officer, to the owners in Cuba with the ship he had himself taken in
charge.

Having been brought up from childhood upon the sea, he had never studied
the morality of the trade in which he was now engaged. But the nice
sense of honor which was so strong a characteristic of his nature, only
required the gentle influence of a sweet and refined nature like her
with whom providence had so opportunely thrown him, to reform him
altogether of those rougher ideas which he had naturally imbibed in the
course of his perilous and daring profession. In the presence of that
fair and pure-minded girl he was as a child, impressible, and ready to
follow her simplest instructions. All this betokened a native refinement
of soul, else he could never have evinced the pliability which had
rendered him so pleasant and agreeable a companion to her he secretly
loved.

"Lady," he said to her as they sat together that afternoon, "Heaven has
sent you for a guardian angel to me; your refining influence has come to
my heart at its most lonely, its most necessary moment. I have done with
this trade, never more to engage in it."

"That is honorable, noble in you, Captain Ratlin, so promptly to
relinquish all connection with a calling, which though it affords
fortune and command, can never permit you self-respect."

"The ship will probably be despatched within these two weeks, and then I
will take any birth in legitimate commerce, where I may win an honorable
name and reputation."

"There is my hand on so honorable a resolution," said Miss huntington,
frankly, while a single tear of pleasure trembled in her clear, lustrous
eyes.

The young commander took the hand respectfully that waits extended to
him, but when he raised his eyes to her face and detected that tear, a
thought for a moment ran through his brain, a faint shadow of hope that
perhaps she loved him, or might at some future time do so, and bending
over the fair hand he held he pressed it gently to his lips. He was not
repulsed, nor chided, but she delicately rose and turned to her mother's
apartment.

How small a things will affect the whole tenor of a life time; trifles
lighter than straws are levers in the building up of destiny. Captain
Ratlin turned from that brief interview with a feeling he had never
before experienced. The idea that Miss Huntington really cared for him
beyond the ordinary interest, that the circumstances of their
acquaintances had caused, had not thus far been entertained by him; had
this been otherwise he would doubtless have differently interpreted many
agreeable tokens which she had granted him, and to which his mind now
went back eagerly to recall and consider under the new phase of feeling
which actuated him.

How else could he interpret that tear but as springing from a heart that
was full of kindly feeling towards him. It was a tell-tale drop of
crystal that glistened but one moment there. Could it have been fancy?
was it possible he could have been mistaken? The matter assumed an
aspect of intense importance it his estimation, and he paced the
apartment where she had left him alone, half in doubt, half hoping. In
one instant how different an aspect all things wore; life, its aims, the
persons he met at the door as he now passed out. Even the foliage seemed
to partake of the freshness of his spirit, and the world to become
rejuvenated and beautified in every aspect in which he could view it.

This was the bright tide of the picture which his imagination, aided by
that gaudy painter and fancy colorer, Hope, had conjured up before his
mind's eye, but the reverse side of the picture was at hand, and now he
paused to ask himself seriously: "Can this be? Who am I? a poor unknown
sailor, fortuneless, friendless, nameless. Who is she? a lady of refined
cultivation, high family, wealth, and beauty. Is it likely that two such
persons as I have considered should be joined by intimate friendship?
can such barriers as these be broken down by love? Alas, I am not so
blind, so foolish, so unreasonable, as to believe it for a moment." So
once more the heart of the young commander was heavy within his breast.

In the mean time Captain Bramble had found an opportunity that afternoon
to see Maud, and to learn from her that Captain Ratlin almost always
slept on board his ship, departing soon after dark for the spot through
the jungle. Satisfied of this, Capt. Bramble once more proceeded to make
his arrangements, for to have seized the vessel without her commander on
board would have been to perform but half the business he had laid out
for the night's engagement. But all seemed now propitious, and he
awaited the darkness with impatience, when he might disembark a couple
of boat loads of sailors and marines, and with the Quadroon for guide
follow the path through the jungle to where the "Sea Witch" lay.

"Why do you muse so long and lonely, my child?" asked Mr. Huntington of
her daughter that afternoon, as she came in and surprised her gazing out
at a window vacantly.

"O, I hardly know, dear mother. I was thinking over our strange fortune
since we left Calcutta, the wreck, the nights in the boat, and our
fortunate rescue."

"Fortunate, my dear? I don't exactly know about that. Here we have been
confined at this slave factory, little better than the slaves
themselves, these four weeks."

"Well, mother, Captain Bramble says he shall sail soon, and then we can
go round to Sierra Leone, and from thence take passage direct for
England."

"For my part I can't understand why Capt. Bramble insists upon staying
here so long. He don't seem to be doing anything, and he came into the
harbor by chance."

"He says that business and duty, which he cannot explain, detain him
here, but that he will soon leave, of which he will give us due notice."

"Heaven hasten the period!" said the mother, impatiently; "for I am most
heartily tired and worn out with the strange life we lead here."

This conversation will explain to the reader in part, the reason why
Mrs. Huntington and her daughter, English subjects and in distress upon
the coast, had not at once gone on board the vessel of their sovereign
which lay in the harbor, and been carried upon their destination. From
the outset Captain Bramble had resolved not to let his rival slip
through his fingers by leaving port himself, and thus he had still
remained to the present time, though without any definite plan of
operation formed until he availed himself of Maud's proposal.

"Why, bless me, my child, you look as though you had been crying," said
the mother, now, catching a glance at her daughter's face.

"Do I, mother?" she answered, vacantly.

This was just after she had returned from the meeting with Captain
Ratlin as already described, and whether, she had been crying or not,
the reader will probably know what feelings moved her heart.




CHAPTER XII.

THE CONFLICT.


CAPTAIN BRAMBLE knew very well that he had desperate men to deal with in
the taking of a slaver on the coast, but he had gathered his evidence
and witnesses in such a strong array that he felt warranted in going to
any length in securing possession of a clipper craft which had been so
fully described to him. He was not wanting in personal courage, and
therefore, with a well-selected body of sailors and marines, and one or
two officers, he quietly pulled away from the ship's side, under cover
of the night, and landed at the proposed spot. Here he found Maud
patiently awaiting his coming, and ready to lead him to the hiding-place
of the "Sea Witch" and her crew. The men were all well armed, and
instructed how to act in any possible emergency that was to be met with
in the business which brought them on shore.

On the whole body pressed in silence, through a tangled and narrow path,
being more than once startled by the growl of some wild animal, whose
haunts they disturbed. It was weary struggling by this path through the
wood, but it was the only way to approach the desired point by land.
Maud hesitated not, but stole or glided through the tangled undergrowth,
as though she had passed her whole life-time in the deep, tangled ways
of the jungle. As they went on, the moon gradually rose and lifted up
the dark path by little gleamings which stole in through the thick
leaves and close-turning branches of the lofty vegetation.

On, on they press; and now they pause at a sign from Maud, and listen to
the sound of voices, which have a strange and echo-like sound in that
wild and tangled spot. Hark! those voices are not from the tongues of
natives; that is English which they speak.

"Hist! hist!" whispered the Quadroon, "we are almost upon them!"

"In which direction?" asked the English officer.

"Here, see you not those bright, silver-like scales through the leaves?"

"Yes."

"That is the river's bed, and they lie on board their craft, moored
close to us."

"How many do they number?"

"I know not."

"It is not important," continued the Englishman, turning to his
followers, and in a low voice bidding them look to their weapons, for
the game was near at hand.

A few more steps brought the party to the skirts of the thicket, where
it bordered on a small clearing, opening upon the river, and looking
across which--while they were themselves screened by the jungle--they
discovered the dark hull of the "Sea Witch," with her lower masts and
their standing rigging. The vessel was moored close to the shore, with
which a portable gangway connected it. Shallow as the water was, yet so
light was her draft that she evidently floated upon its sluggish
current. Voices were heard issuing from the fore hatch, and two or three
petty officers were seated about the entrance to the cabin, smoking
cigars and pipes, all unconscious of any danger.

"There is your prey! Spring upon it, and be quick, for they will fight
like mad, and he will lay a dozen of you by the heels before you take
the 'Sea Witch!'" said Maud.

Captain Bramble rushed forward to the attack, followed by his men, and
was soon on the deck of the vessel; but though he took Mr. Faulkner and
his crew by surprise, he did not find them entirely unprepared, and
after dropping eight of his people upon the slaver's deck, and being
himself, severely wounded in the arm, Captain Bramble thought it best to
beat a retreat, at least for a few moments, and so sought again the
shelter of the jungle.

The conflict, which was very brief, was also a very sanguinary, and five
of the slaver's people had been either mortally wounded or killed
outright; but from the habit of constantly wearing their arms, even to
pistols, when on the coast, they had been found in a very good situation
at even the shortest notice for defending themselves. Captain Bramble
now saw evident tokens of a purpose to unmoor the vessel, and let her
drift out into the river, which would at once place her beyond his
reach, as he had no boats within a league of the spot; and therefore he
resolved upon a second onslaught, and this time divided his men into
three parts--one to board at the bows, one at the stern, and himself
leading a dozen picked men at the waist.

This division of his forces was the best manouvre he could possibly
make, and succeeded admirably, since his own people outnumbered the
slavers, and by dividing them he strengthened his own power and weakened
theirs. Once more upon their deck, the hand-to-hand battle was short,
bloody and decisive, until towards its close, Captain Bramble found
himself driven into the forecastle with a number of his followers, and
at the same moment saw the mate of the "Sea Witch," with those of his
people that were left alive hastening to embark in a quarterboat, and
pull away from the vessel's side with great speed.

A sort of instinct explained to him the meaning of this, and hurrying
his people on shore with the wounded, they sought the shelter of the
jungle once more. Scarcely had they gained the shade of the thick
undergrowth, when a report like that of a score of cannons rang upon the
night air, and high in the air soared a body of flame and wreck in
terrific confusion. The slavers had placed a slow match in connection
with the magazine, and had blown in one instant of time that entire and
beautiful fabric into ten thousand atoms!

Even Maud, with all her hatred and passion, quailed at the shock, and
trembled as she crouched to the ground with averted face. She realized
the result of her treachery, but looked in vain for the object on whom
she had hoped to reck the strength of her indignation and her hate.
Where was he? This was a question that Captain Bramble had several times
asked; but in vain, until now, when suddenly there appeared before their
eves, hastening towards the scene, Captain Will Ratlin.

"Seize him, my men! seize him, and bind his arms!--he is our prisoner,"
said the English officer.

"By what authority do you give such an order as that, Captain Bramble?"
asked the young commander.

"In the queen's name, sir; in the name of the English people, who abhor
pirates and slavers!" was the taunting reply of the Englishman.

"Stand back!" said Captain Ratlin, felling two seamen to the earth who
approached him to lay hands upon his person, and at the same time
drawing a revolver from his pocket. "Stand back, I say! I carry the
lives of six of you in this weapon, and I am not one to miss my aim, as
your valiant leader yonder well knows.--Now, Captain Bramble, I will
surrender to you, provided you accede to my terms, otherwise you cannot
take me alive!"

"Well, sir, what have you to offer?" said the English officer,
positively quailing before the stern and manly front of the young
commander.

"That you accept my word of honor to obey your directions as a prisoner,
but that you shall not bind my arms or confine me otherwise."

"Have your own way," replied the Englishman, doggedly; "but give up your
weapons."

"Do you promise me this, Captain Bramble?"

"I do."

"It is well, sir; there goes my weapon;" saying which he hurled it far
into the river's bed.

As soon as Maud saw him, she sprang to her feet, and with all the
bitterness of expression which her countenance was capable of, she
scowled upon his upright figure and handsome features. It was evident
she felt a bitter disappointment at his absence from the late affray,
and would only have rejoiced had she believed he was blown to atoms with
his vessel by the wild explosion which had so lately shaken the very
earth upon which she now stood. It was plain that up to this very
moment, however, that the young commander had never suspected her of
treachery, or even jealousy, towards himself; but now, he would have
been worse than blind not to have seen and realized, also, the deep
malignant feeling which was written on her dark, but handsome face.

"Maud," he said, in a low, but reproachful tone, "is it you who have
betrayed us?"

"Ay," said the girl, quickly, and with a shrill cadence of voice, "a
double heart should be dealt doubly with. It was I who led these people
hither, and I hoped the fate of so many of your ship's company might
have been yours!--but you are a prisoner now, and there's hope yet!"

"Maud, Maud! have I ever wronged you or your father?" asked Captain
Ratlin, reproachfully.

"Do you not love that white-faced girl you brought hither?"

"And if I did, Maud, what wrong is that to thee? Did I promise thee
love?"

"Nay; I asked it not of you," said the angry girl.

"But you have done me a great wrong, Maud; one that you do not yourself
understand. I forgive you though, poor girl; you are hardly to blame."

These kindly-intended words only aggravated the object to whom they were
addressed, and she turned away hastily to the shade of the thick
vegetable growth, where he lost sight of her figure among the branches
and leaves, while he walked on with the English officer and his people
over the ground they had just passed, towards Don Leonardo's. There
being now no further cause for secrecy, they marched openly, and
enlivened the way with many a rude jest, which grated harshly upon the
ears of the wounded, who were borne upon litters made from branches of
the hard, dry leaves of the palm.

As they came upon the open spot where stand the barracoons and Don
Leonardo's dwelling, they found the entire family aroused and on the
watch, the heavy explosion of the "Sea Witch's" magazine having seemed
to them like an earthquake. Don Leonardo, who shrewdly suspected the
truth, seemed satisfied at a single glance as to the state of affairs,
and walking up to the young commander, and watching for a favorable
opportunity, when not overheard, he asked, significantly: "Treachery?"

"Yes."

"Whom?"

"It matters not," was the magnanimous reply; for Captain Ratlin was too
generous to betray the Quadroon to her father, though she had proved
thus treacherous to him.

As he now recognized himself to be a prisoner, and had been told by
Captain Bramble that he must go forthwith on board his ship as such, he
desired to say a few words to Mrs. Huntington and her daughter, a
request which his rival could hardly find grounds for refusing, and so
he took occasion to explain to them the state of affairs, and to advise
them to the best of his ability, touching their own best course in order
to safely reach England. They felt that his advice was good, as truly
disinterested, and both agreed to abide strictly by it; but doubted not
that as Captain Ratlin had not been engaged in any slave commerce, and
indeed had not been in the late action at all, that he would be very
soon liberated, and free to choose his own calling.

Captain Ratlin was conveyed on board the ship in the harbor, and Mrs.
Huntington and her daughter also, with Maud and some other witnesses
that Captain Bramble desired; and the vessel shaped her course along the
coast towards Sierra Leone, where there was sitting an English court of
admiralty, with extraordinary authority relative to such cases Captain
Bramble was now about to lay before them, and who would be only too much
gratified at the bringing before them of an offender to make an example
of him.

Captain Bramble of course offered to Mrs. Huntington and her daughter
his own cabin for their greater comfort, and strove to make their
position as comfortable as possible for them while they were on board;
but he had not the nice sense of honor, that true delicacy of spirit,
which should have led him to remember they were his guests from
necessity, and that to push a suit under such circumstances was not only
indelicate but positively insulting. And yet he did so; true, he did not
actually importune Miss Huntington, but his attentions and services were
all rendered under that guise and aspect which rendered them to her most
repulsive.

Captain Bramble took good care that his prisoner and rival should have
no degree of intercourse with her whom he knew very well Captain Ratlin
loved. Under pretence that he feared his prisoner would attempt to
escape, he kept him under close guard, and did not permit him once upon
deck during the entire trip from the factory of Don Leonardo to the
harbor of Sierra Leone. This chafed the young commander's spirit
somewhat, but yet he was of too true a spirit to sink under oppression;
he was brave and cheerful always. Of course, Miss Huntington saw and
understood all this, and the more heartily despised the English officer
for the part he played in the unmanly business.

Maud kept by herself. She felt miserable, and as is often the case,
realized that the success of her treachery, thus far, which, in her
anticipation, had promised so much, had but still more deeply shadowed
her heart. The English officer looked upon her with mingled feelings of
admiration for her strange beauty, with contempt for her treachery, and
with a thought that she might be made perhaps the subject of his
pleasure by a little management by-and-by. It was natural for a heart so
vile as his to couple every circumstance and connection in some such
selfish spirit with himself; it was like him.

"Maud," he said to her, one day.

"Well," she answered, lifting her handsome face from her hands, where
she often hid it.

"You have lost one lover?"

The girl only answered by a flashing glance of contempt.

"How would you like another?"

"Who?" she said, sternly.

"Me!" answered Captain Bramble.

"You!" she said, contemptuously, and with so much expression as to end
the conversation.

No, he had not rightly understood the Quadroon; it was not wounded
pride, that sentiment so easily healed when once bruised in the heart of
a woman; it was not that which moved the laughter of the Spanish
slaver--it was either love, or something very like it, turned to actual
hate, and the native power of her bosom for revenge seemed to be now the
food upon which she sustained life itself. Taking her lonely place in
the cabin, after the conversation just referred to, she again hid her
face in her hands, and remained with her head bowed in her lap for a
long, long while, half dreaming, half waking. Poor, untutored,
uncivilized child of nature! she was very, very unhappy now.




CHAPTER XIII.

THE TRIAL.


AT the immediate time of which we now write, there had been some very
aggravated instances of open resistance to the English and American
cruisers on the African station by the slavers who thronged the coast,
and the home government had sent out orders embracing extraordinary
powers, in order that the first cases that might thenceforth come under
the cognizance of the court might lead to such summary treatment of the
offenders, as to act as an example for the rest, and thus have a most
salutary effect upon the people thus engaged. It was under these
circumstances that Captain Will Ratlin found himself arraigned before
the maritime commission at Sierra Leone, with a pretty hard case made
out against him at the outset of affairs.

The truth was, he had not been taken resisting the attack of Captain
Bramble and his men, but his accusers did not hesitate to represent that
he was thus guilty, and several were prepared, Maud among the rest, to
swear to this charge. Indeed, Captain Bramble found that he had people
about him who would swear to anything, and he had little doubt in
proving so strong a case as to jeopardize even the life of his prisoner,
since many of his crew had died outright in the attack upon the "Sea
Witch," to say nothing of the seriously wounded. All that could
prejudice the court against the prisoner was duly paraded before the
eyes and ears of the individual members ere yet the case was brought
legally before them, and at last when Captain Ratlin was formally
brought into court, he was little less than condemned already in the
minds of nine-tenths of the marine court.

He was rather amazed to see and to hear the free way in which evidence
was given against him, corroborating statements which amounted to the
most unmitigated falsehoods, but above all to find Maud unblushingly
declare that she saw him in the fight, and that he shot with a pistol
one of the men whose name had been returned as among the dead, and that
he had wounded another. The girl avoided his eyes while she uttered her
well-fabricated story, but had she met the eyes of the young commander,
she would have seen more of pity there than of anger, more of surprise
than of reproach, even. But in the meantime, while these feelings were
moving him, the case was steadily progressing, and began to wear a most
serious aspect as it regarded the fate of Captain Will Ratlin.

There still remained one other witness to examine, whose illness had
kept him on board ship up to the last moment, and who it was said could
identify the prisoner as one of the party engaged in defending the deck
of the slaver. He was a servant of Captain Bramble's, had attended his
master in the attack, but having received a blow from a handspike upon
the head, was rendered insensible at the first of the action, and had
been carried on board his ship in that condition, from which state he
had gradually recovered until it was thought he would be able to testify
before the court at the present time. After a few moments of delay, the
man made his appearance, evidently not yet recovered from the fearful
blow he had received, but yet able to take his place at the witness's
post, and to perform the part expected of him.

No sooner had the court, through its head, addressed the witness, than
he answered promptly the preliminary queries put to him, while the
effect upon Captain Ratlin seemed to be like magic. Was it guilt that
made him start so, rub his eyes, look about him so vaguely, and then
sitting down, to cover his face with his hands, only to go through the
same pantomime again? We ask, was it guilt that made him act thus? The
judges noted it, and even made memorandums of the same upon their record
of evidence. It was observed as significant also by every one present.
Captain Bramble himself looked at the prisoner with surprise to see him
thus effected by the presence of his servant.

"For the love of Heaven!" exclaimed the prisoner aloud, as though he
could bear this intensity of feeling no longer, "who is this man?"

"It is my servant--an honest, faithful man, may it please the court.
Leonard Hust, by name, born in my father's service," said Captain
Bramble.

"Leonard Hust," mused the young commander, thoughtfully; "Leonard Hust!"

"Ay, sir," added Captain Bramble, somewhat pertly, "do you find any
objection to that name? If so, sir, I pray you will declare it to the
court."

"Leonard Hust!" still mused the prisoner, without noticing this
interruption. "There is a strange ring upon my ears in repeating that
name!"

"Prisoner," said the judge, "do you recollect having done this man a
severe and almost fatal harm in the late conflict?"

"I--I," said the young commander, somewhat confused in his mind from an
evident effort to recall some long-forgotten association.

"You will be so good as to answer the question put by the court,"
repeated the judge.

"The court will please remember that I hurt no one, and that I was not
even engaged in the action referred to. These good people are mistaken."

Now it was that the attention of all were drawn towards Leonard Hust,
who in turn seemed as much surprised and as much moved by some secret
cause as the prisoner had been. He hastily crossed the court room to
where the prisoner sat, and looking full into his eyes, seemed to be for
a moment entranced, while the court remained silent, observing these
singular manifestations, which they could not understand.

"Leonard--Leonard, I say!" repeated Captain Bramble, "what trick is
this?"

"Trick!" whispered the man; "trick, Captain Bramble! Tell me, sir, who
is that man?"

"Why, they call him Captain Will Ratlin, and we know him to be a
slaver."

The servant still hesitated, looking from the prisoner to his principal
accuser, the English officer, then at the court, and finally drawing his
master a little on one side, the man again went through the pantomime
described, and placing his mouth to his master's ear whispered something
which startled him as though a gun had been fired at his very ear. The
shock was like electricity, and made him stagger for support. Two or
three times he repeated "Impossible! impossible!" and finally begged the
court to stay the proceedings, as he was taken suddenly ill, and should
not be able to attend until to-morrow. Being the principal prosecutor
and witness, of course his presence was requisite to the progress of the
trial, and therefore as he made this request it was at once formally
granted, and the court adjourned for the time, while the prisoner was
remanded on ship-board for safe keeping until the next day.

That the reader may understand the singular conduct of both the young
commander and Leonard Hust, he must follow the latter worthy into his
master's private room in the government house, where they proceeded at
once after the occurrences described.

"In Heaven's name, Leonard, what do you mean by such an assertion?"
asked Captain Bramble, throwing himself into a chair, and wiping the
cold perspiration from his face.

"I mean, sir, that the man on trial to-day is no more nor less than your
brother!"

"Charles Bramble?"

"Yes, sir."

"How strange is all this. How know you beyond all cavil, Leonard?"

"By the scar over the right eye. You gave it to him yourself. Don't you
remember, sir, just previous to the dog affair, for which he ran away
from home!"

"By Heaven! I believe you speak truly; and yet how strange, how more
than strange it all is, that we should meet again in this way!"

"It quite nonplussed me, sir. I thought he was a ghost at first."

"Strange, strange!" mused the elder brother. "In those days, long ago in
our childhood, he crossed my path constantly, and here he is again
athwart my hawse. By Heaven! but it is strange--wonderful, that fate
should have thrown him and Helen Huntington together again, and that
neither should know the other; and yet not so very strange, for she was
but eight years old when Charles ran away. Yes, he thwarted me then, for
even in childhood the girl fancied him above me, and now she affects him
even in his fallen fortunes."

"What shall we do, sir, now that master Charles has turned up again?"
asked Leonard Hust, in his simplicity. "We cannot testify against him
now, sir."

"No, no, no!" said the elder brother, hastily, "he must not be further
examined."

"How he has altered, sir, only to think," continued the servant; "why,
when he went away from Bramble Park, sir, he wasn't much more than nine
years old."

"Yes. I remember, I remember, Leonard," replied his master, hurriedly,
while he walked the apartment with quick, irregular steps. "I remember
only too well."

This was indeed that elder brother who had, when a boy, so oppressed, so
worried, and rendered miserable his brother Charles, as to cause him in
a fit of desperation to stray away from home, whither he knew not. His
parents saw now--alas! too late--their fatal error; but the boy was
gone, no tidings could be had of him, and they believed him dead. The
honest tar, whose yarn the attentive reader will remember, as given on
the deck of the "Sea Witch," spoke truly of his commander. He had, years
before, strayed alongside a vessel, as has been related, from whence he
hardly knew himself, or was afraid to say. Hunger and neglect even then
had greatly changed him, and he shipped, as has been related. The fall
he got at sea threw a cloud over his brain as to past recollections up
to that time, and here if the wish ever possessed him as to returning to
his early home, he knew naught of it.

When he heard the voice of Leonard Hust in the court, it seemed to
strike upon some string in memory's harp, which vibrated to old familiar
recollections, and the more he heard him speak the more the sensation
came over him which led to the demonstrations which we have already
witnessed. And yet he could not recall aught that would serve him as a
clue--the early injury to his brain seemed to have obliterated the
connecting links that memory could not supply. The reason, probably, why
the servant's voice and not the brother's thus recalled him was, that
the former had been kind, and his voice had ever sounded like music in
the neglected boy's ears, but the brother's voice had never had that
charm or happy association connected with it. As to little cousin
Helen,--as she was then called,--it was not strange that Miss
Huntington, after years of estrangement in India, meeting him under such
circumstances, himself so changed, should not have recalled enough of
the past to recognize him; and yet we have seen that at times she dwelt
upon the tender accents of his voice like sleeping memories, herself
quite ignorant of the cause of this peculiar influence.

She was now with her mother on shore at the mission house, in an agony
of suspense as to the result of the trial which was taking place. She
feared the worst, for Captain Bramble had taken measures to instruct
those about her to their effect that the prisoner would be found guilty,
and either strung cup by the neck at once, or be sent home to England
for the same purpose. Mrs. Huntington felt sad and borne down by the
position of affairs--for although she did not understand her daughter's
sentiments towards Captain Ratlin, yet she recognized the fact of her
and her child's indebtedness to him, and that he had evinced the
characteristics of a gentleman.

"Mother, if they find Captain Ratlin guilty, what can they, what will
they do with him?" asked Helen Huntington anxiously of her mother, on
the day of the trial.

"Why, my dear, it is terrible to think of, but the penalty of such a
crime as is charged to him, is death; but we must hope for the best,
and--why Helen, how pale you look!"

"It was only a passing spasm, mother. I am--I believe I am already
better," said the daughter, in an agony of suffering that she dared not
evince.

"Come, Helen, lean on me and go to your bed for a while; these sudden
changes and so much exposure has rendered you weak. Come, my dear,
come."

And the poor girl, all trembling and pale, suffered her mother to lead
her to her chamber, where a gentle anodyne soothed her nerves, and she
soon fell to sleep. Had her mother not been little better than blind,
she would have easily read her daughter's heart, and have seen that she
loved with all her woman's soul the man who was that day on trial for
his life. What mattered it to her that he was nameless, a wanderer, a
slaver? She loved him, and that covered each and all faults, however
heinous in the sight of the law. She felt that it was not the outward
associations which made a man. She had looked beneath the surface of his
soul, and had seen the pure crystal depth of his manly heart--frank,
open, and as truthful as day itself. To her he was noble, chivalric and
true, and if all the world had blamed him, if all had called him guilty,
her bosom would have been open to receive him!

Could he have realized this as he lay in chains on board his elder
brother's ship--could he have known that he was really loved by that
fair, sweet and gentle creature, how it would have lightened the weight
of the iron bands he bore--how cheered his drooping spirits.




CHAPTER XIV.

THE BROTHERS.


Now commenced a struggle in the bosom of Robert Bramble. It was some
hours before he could recover from the first blush of amazement at the
strange discovery he had made. Not to have had something of a brother's
feelings come over him at such a time, he must have been less than
human; and it was between the promptings of blood, of early
recollections of childhood, before he grew to that age when his
disposition, ruined by indulgence, had led him so bitterly to oppress
and injure his brother as to drive him from the home of their youth, and
the recollection of those little more matured years, when jealousy at
his superior aptness, strength, and success with "cousin Helen," had
made him hate him.

It was impossible for the man to forget the bitterness of the child;
besides, had not the same spirit of rivalry ripened, until he found his
brother in manhood still his successful rival with Helen Huntington? The
reader will remember that they had all three been children together, and
that the last time Charles had looked back at his home, as he started
away from it, his eye detected the little form of Helen, where she stood
gazing after him.

If there had been any better promptings in the heart of Robert Bramble,
they would have turned the balance in favor of his brother, and he would
have befriended him; but this he did not do. He walked his room,
bitterly musing upon the singular position of affairs, while he knew
very well that Charles lay in chains on board his ship in the harbor.
Then he recalled the memory of his parents, as connected with this state
of affairs. The father was dead, the mother, a weak-minded woman, was
also bowed by ill-health; indeed, their early lives had few happy
associations. Robert himself had embittered all its relations.

It was nearly midnight, and the moon had sunk behind the hill that
sheltered the harbor on the north, leaving the dark water of the bay in
deep shadow. At long gunshot from the shore lay the ship in which
Charles Bramble was confined. All was still as death, save the pace of
the sentinel in the ship's waist, and a ripple now and then of tide-way
against the ship's cable. An observant eye, from the leeward side of the
ship, might have seen a dark form creep out from one of the quarter
ports, and gradually make its way along the moulding of the water-lines
toward the larboard bow ports, one of which it stealthily entered.

Entering with this figure, we shall soon find it to be Leonard Hust, who
now, watching an opportunity, slipped into the apartment where the young
commander had been confined since he left the factory of Don Leonardo.
No sooner was the door closed quietly, so as to avoid the observation of
the watch between decks, than the new comer opened a secret lantern and
discovered himself to the prisoner, at the same time cautioning him to
silence.

"Who are you?" coolly asked Charles Bramble, for thus we must know him
in future.

"Leonard Hust," was the reply; "your friend, as I will soon prove."

"But it is only a few hours since you were giving witness against me."

"That is true; but bless you, sir, there has been a great change in
matters since that."

"So I thought, by the movements I observed, though I did not understand
them."

"Hist! speak low, sir," said the other, "and while I am talking to you,
just let me, at the same time, be filing off these steel ornaments upon
your wrists!"

"File them off? Well, then, you must, indeed, be a friend," said the
prisoner.

"Leave me to prove that. Sit here, so the light will fall on them, with
your back this way, that will keep the light from showing between decks.
So, that is it."

"But what was it made your voice and the sound of your name affect me so
this morning? I could not divest myself of the feeling that, I had heard
it somewhere before."

"Heard it? bless you, sir, I rather think you have heard it before,"
said the fellow, as he worked industriously with his file upon the
handcuffs.

"Well, where, and when; and under what circumstances?" asked the
prisoner, curiously.

"That is just what I am going to tell you, sir; and you see, master
Charles--"

"Master Charles,--Charles,--why do you call me that name?"

"Why, you see, that is your name, to be sure. Charles Bramble, and you
are Captain Robert Bramble's brother, and--take care, hold still, or the
file will cut you."

"How,--do not trifle with me,--what is this which you are telling me?"

"Indeed, sir,--indeed, it is all true," said the other, half frightened
at the effect his words had produced upon the prisoner, who now stepped
away from him and stood aloof, withdrawing his wrists from the operation
which Leonard Hust was performing.

"Come hither, Leonard Hust, if that be your name," he said; "sit here
and tell me what this business is that you refer to. No blind hints,
sir, but speak out plainly, and like a man."

Thus interrogated, the man did as he was directed, and went on to tell
the commander of the "Sea Witch" his story, up to the time when he was
lost to his parents and friends. How he had never been kindly treated by
his elder brother, who, indeed, drove him from home by his incessant
oppression. He referred to that last gallant act he had performed, by
saving his mother's favorite dog, and how little cousin Helen (she is
the same as Miss Huntington) had seen it all, and had thanked him over
and over again for it, and a thousand other reminiscences, thread by
thread, and link by link, filling up the space from earliest childhood
to the hour when he had left his home at Bramble Park.

As he went on relating these things, in the same old natural voice that
he had poured into the same ears from their infancy, until nearly ten
years had passed, a long-closed vein of memory seemed gradually to open
in the prisoner's brain; he covered his face with his hands, and for a
few moments seemed lost in connecting the various threads of the past,
until gradually it all came plainly and clearly back to him. His memory
had again by these hints become completely restored, he was himself
again!

"Leonard, Leonard, I see all, remember all," he said, while a tear, a
man's tear, wet for a single moment his bronzed cheek.

"I am rejoiced, sir, to hear it, I am sure," said the other.

"But, Leonard, where is my brother, and why is it necessary to remove
these badges of shame by stealth? Tell me, where is Robert?"

"Alas, sir, you must remember that he never held a brother's regard for
you; it was that very thing which drove you from us when you were a wee
bit of a boy."

"True, true; but he must see the hand of Providence in all this, and I
know he will give me his hand, and we will forgive each other and forget
the past."

"Alas! sir, I always befriended you at home, when master Robert had set
both the old folk against you, and I would do so now; but as to him,
sir, I am sorry to say it, but he's a bad man, and he makes all those
who are with him bad men, and I have many a sad thing at heart that I
have been guilty of by following his orders, sir. No, no, master
Charles, take my advice, don't trust Robert,--make your escape, or you
will be hanged at the yard-arm of this very ship ere another twenty-four
hours have passed!"

"Is he capable of this?" asked the younger brother, in tones of
amazement.

"Nobody should know better than I, sir, and I tell you yes."

"My blood, then, shall not be upon his hands," said Charles, musing, "I
will escape. Come, good Leonard, relieve me of these shackles, and
quickly."

"Slowly, slowly, master Charles, we must be cautious, there are watchful
eyes on board the ship, and sentries who know their duty, so be wary."

The young commander seemed now to stand more erect, there was a freer
glance to his eye, his lips were more compressed and firm, he felt that
what had been to him heretofore an indelible stain, a stigma upon his
character, was now effaced; he was not only respectably born, but even
gently and highly so. His father was knighted by his king, his blood was
as pure and ancient as any in England. He could now take Helen
Huntington to his heart without shame; he could boldly plead a cause
that he had not before dared to utter; he could refer her to the dear
hours of their childhood, to the tender kiss she gave him when he left
that distant home to become a wanderer over half the globe!

He no longer felt the irons that Leonard Hust was filing away. He seemed
to feel a strength that would have snapped them like pack threap. He was
a man now, a free man, and not a thing of accident; a thing for the
world to point at in scorn, not an abandoned child of shame. No, he felt
nerved at once by this singular, this almost miraculous discovery, and
could hardly restrain his impatience. Yet a shadow for a moment crossed
over his brow, as he thought of that brother, who could coldly look on
and see him sacrificed, knowing what he must and surely did know. Could
he have permitted such a result, had he been in Robert's place? Indeed,
he felt he could not.

"Does not my brother know that you are here on this errand, Leonard?"

"If he did it would cost me my life," said the honest fellow.

Charles would have placed some favorable construction upon the case,
but, alas, he could not; there was no possible way of disguising the
matter. Robert was the same bitter, jealous-spirited soul that had
rendered his childhood miserable. Time had not improved him,--it was his
nature and could not be eradicated. Charles now realized this, and
within a few further inquiries of Leonard, touching matters of vital
interest to him, he resolved not to seek Robert, as he had at the outset
intended, neither would he avoid him. He knew no other person save him
could bring a continuance of the suit against him, but he hardly feared
that even he would do that.

"Of course Helen Huntington knows nothing of this development yet,
Leonard?"

"No, sir, and master Robert bid me be careful not to let her find it
out, or to say one word about the matter to any one whatever. I wonder
the lady didn't know you, sir."

"You forget that even Robert did not recognize me."

"And that, too, seemed funny to me. Why, sir, I seemed to know you the
instant I set eyes on you in the court, and when I got close I soon
settled the doubt in my mind."

"Well, my good fellow, it seems that but for you I might have been
hanged, and that, too, by my own bother; but I trust all is set right
now."

"I hope so, sir, only you must not let master Robert know that I
liberated you from these ruffles, sir, will you, master Charles?"

"Never fear me, Leonard, I shall not do as you were about to do towards
me, give testimony that will in any way criminate you."

"But I wasn't, sir, of my own free will, only master Robert had told me
what I must say, and stick to it, and swear to it through thick and
thin, and I'm afraid not to obey him."

"Poor fellow, I see you are, indeed, his tool; but if I find myself in
any sort of a position ere long, I will take care to make your situation
more comfortable."

"Thank ye, sir," said Leonard Hust, just as the last shackle dropped
from the prisoner's wrists.

In the mean time, let us turn for a moment to the bedside of Captain
Robert Bramble, for it is long past midnight, and, weary in mind and
body, he had retired to that rest which he most certainly needed. But
sleep is hardly repose to the guilty, and he was trebly so. Phantoms of
all imaginable shapes flitted across his brain, pictures of suffering,
of misery and of danger, to all of which he seemed to be exposed, and
from which he had no power to flee. Alas, how fearful the shadows that
haunt a bad man's pillow. He writhed like one in physical pain, tossed
from side to side, while the cold perspiration stood in big drops upon
his brow and temples.

Now his dreams carry him back, far back a score of years, to his
childhood at Bramble Park, when all was innocence, and then, with
leaping strides, he finds himself, years after, even as to-day, bearing
deadly witness against his brother. His dead father seems standing by
his bedside, pointing at him a warning finger, and sadly chiding his
fearful want of feeling. He tosses and turns and writhes again, then
leaping from the uneasy bed, looks bewildered around, and half grows
alarmed. Quickly he wraps a dressing-gown about him, and hastily walks
back and forth to still the agony of feeling and the bitter phantoms of
his dreams. How haggard and wild he looks by that dim candle-light.

Once more he throws himself upon his bed, and, after a while, is again
asleep, if such unconsciousness can be called sleep. Again he tosses,
and turns, and sighs like one in a nightmare until at last, towards the
breaking of day, the quick, startling breathing ceases, and subsides
into a regular and equal respiration, and he lies still. Nature
overcomes all else, and he now sleeps, indeed, but not until he has
passed through a fearful purgatory of dreams, all too real, too
trying.--His brother, with soon the prospect of a disgraceful death on
the gallows, had not suffered thus. No, he was repentant for the wrong
he had done, and had already resolved to completely reform if the
opportunity were offered to him; but Robert Bramble was outraging the
laws of nature and of God.




CHAPTER XV.

THE ESCAPE.


CHARLES BRAMBLE found himself playing a dangerous part. It was true that
Leonard Hust had freed his hands from those shackles that had confined
them so long, and had pointed out to him the way to retreat and escape;
but he must run the gauntlet of dangers in order to do so. This,
however, he was prepared to do; as to fear, it was a sensation he knew
not; but prudence was much more requisite in this instance than any
especial degree of courage. As is always the case on board a man-of-war,
especially when lying in port, where the escape to the shore is easy,
sentinels were placed at stem, stern and waist of the English ship, at
all hours, pacing their allotted round of the deck, and keeping watchful
guard over every avenue of exit from the vessel.

The only possible plan of escape that suggested itself to Charles
Bramble, under the circumstances, was to place a few necessary articles
of clothing in a small package, and confine it to the back of his neck,
while he should divest himself of all garments, slip quietly into the
water on the seaward side of the ship, where none of the sentries were
immediately placed, the object being to guard the access to the shore
more especially. Once in the water he had only to strike out quietly for
the shore, trusting the dullness of the sentries and the favoring
darkness of the night to enable him to reach the land unobserved.

He had the most to fear from the sentry placed on the top-gallant
forecastle of the ship, as that post was so near to his line of passage.
He would have to swim around the bows far enough out to clear the land
tackle, and when he got on an even line with the ship's bows, this
sentry, if he happened to be on the lookout at the moment, could hardly
fail to see him on the surface of the water. To obviate this difficulty,
Leonard Hust, who was a sort of privileged person on board, being the
captain's confidential servant and man of all work, undertook to engage
the sentry's attention by sonic device, for a few moments, just at the
opportune period, while the prisoner should get fairly clear of the
ship.

"See here, Bill," said Leonard Hust, carelessly, as he emerged from the
fore hatch; "look ye, old boy, I have had such a dream, hang me if I can
sleep a wink."

"What's that to me?" growled the sentry, morosely, and not much more
than half awake.

"Why, if you knew what it was I dreamed, you would think it was
something to you," continued the other, with assumed mystery and
seriousness.

"Look ye, Leonard Hust," said the marine, "do you know you arc talking
to a sentry on duty, and that it's clearly against the rules of the ship
to do so?"

"Why, as to the matter of that, I don't see hut that you are as much to
blame as I am," continued the other; "but who is there to peach on
either of us?"

"That's true," added the marine, bringing the butt of his musket lightly
to the deck; "but for all that, Leonard, it's dangerous business, for
you see if--hallo! what's that?"

"Nothing; nothing but me drawing this cork," said the other, quickly
producing a small bottle of brandy from his pocket, and urging the
marine to drink.

The temptation was too great, and the sleepy and tired sentinel drank a
heavy draught of the liquor, smacking his lips, and forgetting the sound
he had just heard, and which Leonard Hust very well knew was caused by
the prisoner's descent a little too quickly into the water, alongside
the ship.

"Now, Bill, what do you think I did dream?" continued the captain's man.

"Bother it, how can I tell?" answered the marine. "Let it out if it's
worth telling."

"Why, do you see, Bill, I kept tossing and turning uncomfortable-like
for an hour or so, until finally I thought I saw you, with your face as
black as the ace of spades, and your body dangling by the neck from the
main yard-arm of the ship, a dead man!"

"Well, that's comfortable at any rate," said the marine, "and you
needn't trouble yourself in future, Leonard Hust, to repeat your dreams
to me, especially if they are personal."

"Never mind, man, it was all a dream, no truth in it, you know. Come,
old boy, take another drink for companionship, and then good night to
you, and I'll turn in."

The marine greedily drained the rest of the bottle, and with swimming
eyes thanked Leonard for his kindness, bade him good night, and with an
unsteady step resumed his musket and his walk upon the forecastle. In
the meantime, Charles Bramble, who was an expert swimmer, had got out of
gunshot and even sight of the ship, or rather where his head could not
be discovered from the ship's deck, and was nearing the shore very fast.
He had secured, as he proposed, sufficient clothing upon the back of his
neck, and in an oil cloth covering, so as to keep it dry, to equip
himself quite comfortably on landing, and in these garments he was soon
dressed again, and making his way through the town to the mission house,
where he knew Helen Huntington and her mother to be, and where he knew,
also, that he could find at last temporary lodgings.

He had no longer any fear that his brother would resume the charge
concerning him before the court--bad as he knew him to be, he did not
believe that he would do this, though he doubted not that he would have
managed to have kept him in confinement, and perhaps to have carried him
thus to England, partly from revengeful feelings towards him, and partly
to keep him out of the presence of her whom he so tenderly loved. But,
lest his brother should be betrayed by his feelings into any extremity
of action concerning him, he resolved at once to write him a note,
declaring that their relationship was known, and that should any further
persecution be offered, the same should at once be made public to the
oppressor's disgrace.

With this purpose, he hardly awaited the breaking of day before he
possessed himself of writing materials, and wrote and despatched the
following to his brother:


"CAPTAIN ROBERT BRAMBLE,--About the same time you receive this note, you
will also be made aware, doubtless, of my escape from durance vile in
your ship. The purpose of my sending yon this is not to ask any favors
at the hand of one who was never actuated towards me even in childhood
by a brother's regard, but whose sole desire and purpose have been to
oppress and injure one related to him by the nearest ties of
relationship. My object is rather to let you know that any further
attempt to arraign me before the court will lead at once to a public
declaration of the fact that your are my brother, a relationship which
necessity alone will compel me to publish to the people of Sierra Leone.

  CHARLES BRAMBLE,
    "Alias CAPTAIN WILL RATLIN."


Charles Bramble felt that he was safe from further immediate oppression
on his brother's part, and that it was only necessary for him to keep
quietly within doors until some chance for shipping from the port should
occur, to enable him to disentangle himself from the singular web of
circumstances which chance had woven so net-like about him. In spite of
the sad accomplishments of the realization of his condition as it
regarded his brother, and the partial danger of his present position,
yet there was a lightness to his heart, a buoyancy in his breast, which
he had not known for nearly a score of years, for he now felt that all
shame of birth was removed from him, that he was respectably and even
highly born, and that in point of blood was even the equal, full equal
of that fair and lovely girl he regarded so devotedly.

Of course there was no disguise between Charles Bramble and Helen, and
her mother, as to the charge brought against him. They knew very well
that he had been engaged in the evil trade of the coast, but they knew
also that he had conducted his part of the business upon the most humane
principles which the traffic would admit, and that he was not a
principal, but an agent in the business, sailing his ship as rich owners
had directed, and also that besides the fact of his having utterly
renounced the trade altogether since he became acquainted with Helen
Huntington, his heart and feelings had never been engaged in its
necessary requirements. Realizing these facts, we say, neither Helen nor
her mother regarded Captain Ratlin (the only character in which they yet
knew him) to be actually and seriously culpable as to at charge of
inhumanity.

The gratification which Helen evinced on meeting him the next morning
after his escape from the ship, was too honest, too unmistakable in its
import not to raise up fresh hopes in his heart, that, in spite of his
seeming disgrace, his confinement as a prisoner, his trial as an outlaw,
and his fallen fortunes generally, still there was one heart that beat
purely and tenderly with at least a sister's affection for him, and even
Mrs. Huntington, who had not for one moment suspected the true state of
her daughter's sentiments towards the young commander, did not hesitate
to salute him tenderly, and assure him of her gratification at his
release from bondage. She was a generous hearted woman, frank and
honorable in her sentiments, and she secretly rejoiced that they had,
herself and daughter unitedly, been able to exert a refining influence
over so chivalric and noble a character, as she fully realized Captain
Ratlin to be at heart, and in all his inward promptings.

Charles Bramble still hesitated as to revealing his relationship to
Captain Robert Bramble, from real feelings of delicacy, even to Mrs.
Huntington, whom he felt he could trust, partly because he had reason to
know that the mother had favored the suit of his brother whom Helen had
rejected in India, and partly because at present of his own equivocal
situation. But to Helen herself he felt that he might, indeed that he
must reveal the important truth, and that very evening as they sat
together in one of the spacious apartments of the mission house, he took
her hand within his own, and asked her if he might confide in her as he
would have done with a dear sister.

"You know, Captain Ratlin, that I feel so much indebted to you, in so
many ways, that any little service I am capable of doing for you would
be but a grateful pleasure," was the instant and frank reply of the
beautiful girl, while a heightened glow mantled her cheek.

"Then, Helen, listen to me, and if I am too excited in speaking of a
subject so immensely important to me, I trust you will forgive me.
Already I have given you a rough outline of my story, rough and uncouth
indeed, since I could give it no commencement. You will remember that
previous to the fall I got on ship-board, while a boy in the 'Sea Lion,'
I could recall no event. It was all a blank to me, and my parentage and
my childhood were to me a sealed book. Strange as it may seem that book
has been opened, and the story is now complete. I know all!"

"Indeed! indeed I am rejoiced to hear you say so," was the earnest
reply, while the countenance of the fair creature by his side was
lighted up by tenderness and hope.

"You look pleased, Helen," he continued; "but supposing the gap in my
story, which is now filled up, had better for my own credit have
remained blank!"

"That cannot be--I feel that it cannot be," she said, almost eagerly.

"Supposing that it is now ascertained that the parents of the sailor
boy, whose story you have heard, deserted him because of necessity;
supposing they were poor, very humble, but not dishonest, would such
facts rob me of your continued kind feelings?"

"You know, Captain Ratlin, that you need not ask such a question," she
replied, as she looked into his face with her whole gentle soul open
through her eyes.

"You are too kind, too trusting in your confidence in me, Helen," he
said.

The only reply was from her downcast eyes, and a still warmer blush
which covered the delicate surface of her temples even, and glowed in
silent beauty upon her cheek.

"Helen," continued he by her side in tones of tenderness that were
momentarily becoming more and more gentle, more and more expressive of
the deepest feeling; "Helen, do you remember the days of your childhood,
at home, in far-off England, at home near Bramble Park?"

"Yes, yes," she answered, eagerly. "But why do you speak of those days?"

She looked into his face as she asked, almost as though she could read
his meaning.

"Do you remember Robert Bramble then?"

"Well, well."

"And do you remember his brother, Helen?"

"Gracious heavens, yes!" she quickly answered, almost anticipating his
words.

"Well, Helen, Charles Bramble is before you!"

She did not faint nor utter a shriek at the effect of the powerfully
condensed feelings which crowded upon her heart and senses; but she
stood for one moment gazing at him as though a veil had been removed
from her eyes, recalling in one instant of time the sweet memories of
their childish days together, recalling even the kiss, that last kiss he
had given her years, years before, when he saw her for the last time,
until they met in the broad ocean; she recalled these things and a
thousand more in a moment of time. She remembered how strangely the
tones of his voice had affected her from the outset, how they had seemed
to awaken dreams of the past nearly every time she listened to him.
These things she thought like a flash of mind in one instant, and then,
covering her face with her hands, sobbed aloud!

One moment Charles Bramble stood and looked upon tha

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