The Works Of J Fenimore Cooper The Water Witch Or The Skimmer Of The Seas A Tale

Author : James Fenimore Cooper
Publisher : Taylor & Francis
ISBN 13 :
Total Pages : 445 pages
Book Rating : 4./5 ( download)

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Download or read book The Water-witch written by James Fenimore Cooper and published by Taylor & Francis. This book was released on 19?? with total page 445 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free.This is an OCR edition with typos.Excerpt from book: CHAPTER HI. ' I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he Lath no Jrownir teark upon him, his complexion is perfect gallows." Tempest. It has been said that the periagua was in motion, before our two adventurers succeeded in stepping on board. The arrival of the Patroon of Kinderhook and of Alderman Van Beverout was expected, and the schipper had taken his departure at the precise moment of the turn in the current, in order to show, with a sort of pretending independence which has a peculiar charm for men in his situation, that ' time and tide wait for no man.' Still there were limits to his decision; for, while he put the boat in motion, especial care was taken that the circumstance should not subject a customer so important and constant as the Alderman, to any serious inconvenience. When he and his friend had embarked, the painters were thrown aboard, and the crew of the ferry-boat began to set their vessel, in earnest, towards the mouth of the creek. During these movements, a young negro was seated in the bow of the periagua, with his legs dangling, one on each side of the cut-water, forming no bad apology for a figure-head. He held a conch to his mouth, and with his two glossy cheeks inflated like those of Eolus, and his dark glittering eyes expressing the delight he found in drawing sounds from the shell, he continued to give forth the signal for departure. "Put up the conch, thou bawler!" cried the Al derman, giving the younker a rap on his naked poll, in passing, with the end of his cane, that might have disturbed the harmony of one less bent on clamor. ' A thousand windy trumpeters would be silence it- elf, compared to such a ptir of lungs! How now Master Schipper, is this your punctuality, to start before your passengers are ready ?" The undistur...