The Romance of the Coast eBook

James Runciman
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 198 pages of information about The Romance of the Coast.

The Romance of the Coast eBook

James Runciman
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 198 pages of information about The Romance of the Coast.

A short, jumping sea sprang up as if by magic; the men hauled in their lines, took three reefs in the coble’s mainsail before hoisting, and then laid the boat’s head for the land.  Minute by minute the blast grew heavier; quick gusts shook the bents on the sandy hills, and screamed away over the moaning floor of the sea.  The boat had to beat very near the wind, and, as she ducked and plunged to the short rollers, clouds of spray came aboard, varied by plunges of green water.  Sailing within three and a half points of the wind, and with her three reefs in the lug, she made at least four knots, and the water roared under her rudder.  Jemmy lit his pipe, and said—­

“We’ll have to run north, my man.”

Tommy said, energetically,—­

“No, I’ll not.  The old woman is going to make my supper for me, and I’ll not disappoint her, if I’m drowned in trying.”

So the boat raced towards the bay, bows under.  Nearing the Carr, where a narrow passage opens into smooth water, a strong back-wash came from the jagged rocks.  One curling black sea came foaming back, and met the green sea that was plunging on to the reef.  A mountain of water rose and fell with a heavy crash over the sail, and the boat turned slowly over.  All three men were encumbered with their heavy sea-boots, but they managed to struggle out and fasten themselves on to the high keel.  Four or five seas came in quick succession; the boat reached shallow water; the mast snapped with a loud crash, and within a few seconds Tommy said—­

“Jump now, men, for it.”

Up to their waists in water, the men clambered on to the sand and looked round, only to see the wreck of their coble beating herself to pieces with heavy lunges twenty yards from the shore.

Tommy spat the salt water out of his mouth, and fell upon his knees.  He then walked up to the village, changed his clothes, behaved with elephantine tenderness to his mother, and walked out in the darkness to see his friend, the gardener.  He sat on the settle in the low kitchen, and smoked solemnly without speaking.  The next night he appeared at the same hour, and spent his evening in the same composed manner.  For three weeks he never missed a night, and the gardener’s family were puzzled to an extraordinary degree by the sombre expression of his face, and by his abstinence from the rude remarks which were wont to characterize his conversation concerning his friends and neighbours.  Mrs. Wray, the gardener’s wife, said one evening, “I wonder what the lout comes doddering about here for.  He sits as if some of the lads had cutten his tongue out.”  The very next night Tommy solved her obstinate questionings.  He said, “Mary, my hinny, I have found God;” and the next afternoon Walter Musgrave was astonished and pleased to see the fierce face of Tommy glaring from the seat opposite the pulpit.  This dumb man had no means of expressing the feelings that were taking possession of him.  He only knew that he felt kindly towards all living things, and, above all, he felt as though he must manifest a feeling akin to worship when he was in the gentle presence of Musgrave.

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