A big fellow, I guess, with legs like steeples. He was sloping when they floored him. A thief, I expect he must ha bin.
A thief! echoed Rokens, in disgust; why didnt ye say, so at first? If hes a thief, hes born to be hanged, so hes safe and snug aboard his ship long ago, Ill be bound. Good-night tye, friend, and better luck next time.
A loud laugh greeted the ears of the discomfited warder as the crews of the boats dipped their oars in the water and pulled towards, their respective ships.
Next morning, about daybreak, little Alice Dunning came on board her fathers ship, accompanied by her two aunts, who, for once, became utterly and publicly regardless of appearances and contemptuous of all propriety, as they sobbed on the childs neck and positively refused to be comforted.
Just as the sun rose, and edged the horizon with a gleam of liquid fire, the Red Eric spread her sails and stood out to sea.
Chapter Five.
Day Dreams and Adventures among the CloudsA Chase, a Battle, and a Victory
Early morning on the ocean! There is poetry in the idea; there is music in the very sound. As there is nothing new under the sun, probably a song exists with this or a similar title; if not, we now recommend it earnestly to musicians.
Ailie Dunning sat on the bulwarks of the Red Eric, holding on tightly by the mizzen-shrouds, and gazing in open-eyed, open-mouthed, inexpressible delight upon the bright calm sea. She was far, far out upon the bosom of the Atlantic now. Sea-sicknesswhich during the first part of the voyage, had changed the warm pink of her pretty face into every imaginable shade of greenwas gone, and the hue of health could not now be banished even by the rudest storm. In short, she had become a thorough sailor, and took special delight in turning her face to windward during the wild storm, and drinking-in the howling blast as she held on by the rigid shrouds, and laughed at the dashing sprayfor little Ailie was not easily frightened. Martha and Jane Dunning had made it their first care to implant in the heart of their charge a knowledge of our Saviours love, and especially of His tenderness towards, and watchful care over, the lambs of His flock. Besides this, little Ailie was naturally of a trustful disposition. She had implicit confidence in the strength and wisdom of her father, and it never entered into her imagination to dream that it was possible for any evil to befall the ship which he commanded.
But, although Ailie delighted in the storm, she infinitely preferred the tranquil beauty and rest of a great calm, especially at the hour just before sunrise, when the freshness, brightness, and lightness of the young day harmonised peculiarly with her elastic spirit. It was at this hour that we find her alone upon the bulwarks of the Red Eric.
There was a deep, solemn stillness around, that irresistibly and powerfully conveyed to her mind the idea of rest. The long, gentle undulation of the deep did not in the least detract from this idea. So perfect was the calm, that several masses of clouds in the sky, which shone with the richest saffron light, were mirrored in all their rich details as if in a glass. The faintest possible idea of a line alone indicated, in one direction, where the water terminated and the sky began. A warm golden haze suffused the whole atmosphere, and softened the intensity of the deep-blue vault above.
There was, indeed, little variety of object to gaze upononly the water and the sky. But what a world of delight did not Ailie find in that vast sky and that pure ocean, that reminded her of the sea of glass before the great white throne, of which she had so often read in Revelation. The towering masses of clouds were so rich and thick, that she almost fancied them to be mountains and valleys, rocks and plains of golden snow. Nay, she looked so long and so ardently at the rolling mountain heights in the sky above, and their magical counterparts in the sky below, that she soon, as it were, thought herself into Fairyland, and began a regular journey of adventures therein.
Such a scene at such an hour is a source of gladsome, peaceful delight to the breast of man in every stage of life; but it is a source of unalloyed, bounding, exhilarating, romantic, unspeakable joy only in the years of childhood, when the mind looks hopefully forward, and before it has begunas, alas! it must begin, sooner or laterto gaze regretfully back.
How long Ailie would have sat in motionless delight it is difficult to say. The man at the wheel having nothing to do, had forsaken his post, and was leaning over the stern, either lost in reverie, or in a vain effort to penetrate with his vision the blue abyss to the bottom. The members of the watch on deck were either similarly engaged or had stowed themselves away to sleep in quiet corners among blocks and cordage. No one seemed inclined to move or speak, and she would probably have sat there immovable for hours to come, had not a hand fallen gently on her shoulder, and by the magic of its simple contact scattered the bright dreams of Fairyland as the finger-touch destroys the splendour of the soap-bubble.
Oh! Glynn, exclaimed Ailie, looking round and heaving a deep sigh; Ive been awayfar, far awayyou cant believe how far.
Away, Ailie! Where have you been? asked Glynn, patting the childs head as he leaned over the gunwale beside her.
In Fairyland. Up in the clouds yonder. Out and in, and up and down. Oh, youve no idea. Just look. She pointed eagerly to an immense towering cloud that rose like a conspicuous landmark in the centre of the landscape of the airy world above. Do you see that mountain?
Yes, Ailie; the one in the middle, you mean, dont you? Yes, well?
Well, continued the child, eagerly and hurriedly, as if she feared to lose the thread of memory that formed the warp and woof of the delicate fabric she had been engaged in weaving; well, I began there; I went in behind it, and I met a fairynot really, you know, but I tried to think I met one, so I began to speak to her, and then I made her speak to me, and her voice was so small and soft and sweet. She had on silver wings, and a stara bright star in her foreheadand she carried a wand with a star on the top of it too. So I asked her to take me to see her kingdom, and I made her say she wouldand, do you know, Glynn, I really felt at last as if she didnt wait for me to tell her what to say, but just went straight on, answering my questions, and putting questions to me in return. Wasnt it funny?
Well, we went on, and on, and onthe fairy and meup one beautiful mountain of snow and down another, talking all the time so pleasantly, until we came to a great dark cave; so I made up my mind to make a lion come out of it; but the fairy said, No, let it be a bear; and immediately a great bear came out. Wasnt it strange? It really seemed as if the fairy had become real, and could do things of her own accord.
The child paused at this point, and looking with an expression of awe into her companions face, said Do you think, Glynn, that people can think so hard that fairies really come to them?
Glynn looked perplexed.
No, Ailie, I suspect they cantnot because we cant think hard enough, but because there are no fairies to come.
Oh, Im so sorry! replied the child sadly.
Why? inquired Glynn.
Because I love them so muchof course, I mean the good ones. I dont like the bad onesthough theyre very useful, because theyre nice to kill, and punish, and make examples of, and all that, when the good ones catch them.