The Pearl of Orr's Island

Chapter 18

"But," said Mara, "did you ever see an enchanter that could make storms?"

"Wal", there be witches and conjurers that make storms. "Member once when we was crossin" the line, about twelve o"clock at night, there was an old man with a long white beard that shone like silver, came and stood at the masthead, and he had a pitchfork in one hand, and a lantern in the other, and there was great b.a.l.l.s of fire as big as my fist came out all round in the rigging. And I"ll tell you if we didn"t get a blow that ar night! I thought to my soul we should all go to the bottom."

"Why," said Mara, her eyes staring with excitement, "that was just like this shipwreck; and "twas Ariel made those b.a.l.l.s of fire; he says so; he said he "flamed amazement" all over the ship."

"I"ve heard Miss Roxy tell about witches that made storms," said Sally.

The Captain leisurely proceeded to open the clams, separating from the sh.e.l.ls the contents, which he threw into a pan, meanwhile placing a black pot over the fire in which he had previously arranged certain slices of salt pork, which soon began frizzling in the heat.

"Now, Sally, you peel them potatoes, and mind you slice "em thin," he said, and Sally soon was busy with her work.

"Yes," said the Captain, going on with his part of the arrangement, "there was old Polly Twitch.e.l.l, that lived in that ar old tumble-down house on Mure P"int; people used to say she brewed storms, and went to sea in a sieve."

"Went in a sieve!" said both children; "why a sieve wouldn"t swim!"

"No more it wouldn"t, in any Christian way," said the Captain; "but that was to show what a great witch she was."

"But this was a good enchanter," said Mara, "and he did it all by a book and a rod."

"Yes, yes," said the Captain; "that ar"s the gen"l way magicians do, ever since Moses"s time in Egypt. "Member once I was to Alexandria, in Egypt, and I saw a magician there that could jist see everything you ever did in your life in a drop of ink that he held in his hand."

"He could, father!"

"To be sure he could! told me all about the old folks at home; and described our house as natural as if he"d a-been there. He used to carry snakes round with him,--a kind so p"ison that it was certain death to have "em bite you; but he played with "em as if they was kittens."

"Well," said Mara, "my enchanter was a king; and when he got through all he wanted, and got his daughter married to the beautiful young prince, he said he would break his staff, and deeper than plummet sounded he would bury his book."

"It was pretty much the best thing he could do," said the Captain, "because the Bible is agin such things."

"Is it?" said Mara; "why, he was a real good man."

"Oh, well, you know, we all on us does what ain"t quite right sometimes, when we gets pushed up," said the Captain, who now began arranging the clams and sliced potatoes in alternate layers with sea-biscuit, strewing in salt and pepper as he went on; and, in a few moments, a smell, fragrant to hungry senses, began to steam upward, and Sally began washing and preparing some mammoth clam-sh.e.l.ls, to serve as ladles and plates for the future chowder.

Mara, who sat with her morsel of a book in her lap, seemed deeply pondering the past conversation. At last she said, "What did you mean by saying you"d seen "em act that at a theatre?"

"Why, they make it all seem real; and they have a shipwreck, and you see it all jist right afore your eyes."

"And the Enchanter, and Ariel, and Caliban, and all?" said Mara.

"Yes, all on"t,--plain as printing."

"Why, that is by magic, ain"t it?" said Mara.

"No; they hes ways to jist make it up; but,"--added the Captain, "Sally, you needn"t say nothin" to your ma "bout the theatre, "cause she wouldn"t think I"s fit to go to meetin" for six months arter, if she heard on"t."

"Why, ain"t theatres good?" said Sally.

"Wal", there"s a middlin" sight o" bad things in "em," said the Captain, "that I must say; but as long as folks _is_ folks, why, they will be _folksy_;--but there"s never any makin" women folk understand about them ar things."

"I am sorry they are bad," said Mara; "I want to see them."

"Wal", wal"," said the Captain, "on the hull I"ve seen real things a good deal more wonderful than all their shows, and they hain"t no make-b"lieve to "em; but theatres is takin" arter all. But, Sally, mind you don"t say nothin" to Mis" Kittridge."

A few moments more and all discussion was lost in preparations for the meal, and each one, receiving a portion of the savory stew in a large sh.e.l.l, made a spoon of a small c.o.c.kle, and with some slices of bread and b.u.t.ter, the evening meal went off merrily. The sun was sloping toward the ocean; the wide blue floor was bedropped here and there with rosy shadows of sailing clouds. Suddenly the Captain sprang up, calling out,--

"Sure as I"m alive, there they be!"

"Who?" exclaimed the children.

"Why, Captain Pennel and Moses; don"t you see?"

And, in fact, on the outer circle of the horizon came drifting a line of small white-breasted vessels, looking like so many doves.

"Them"s "em," said the Captain, while Mara danced for joy.

"How soon will they be here?"

"Afore long," said the Captain; "so, Mara, I guess you"ll want to be getting hum."

CHAPTER XV

THE HOME COMING

Mrs. Pennel, too, had seen the white, dove-like cloud on the horizon, and had hurried to make biscuits, and conduct other culinary preparations which should welcome the wanderers home.

The sun was just dipping into the great blue sea--a round ball of fire--and sending long, slanting tracks of light across the top of each wave, when a boat was moored at the beach, and the minister sprang out,--not in his suit of ceremony, but attired in fisherman"s garb.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Pennel," he said. "I was out fishing, and I thought I saw your husband"s schooner in the distance. I thought I"d come and tell you."

"Thank you, Mr. Sewell. I thought I saw it, but I was not certain. Do come in; the Captain would be delighted to see you here."

"We miss your husband in our meetings," said Mr. Sewell; "it will be good news for us all when he comes home; he is one of those I depend on to help me preach."

"I"m sure you don"t preach to anybody who enjoys it more," said Mrs.

Pennel. "He often tells me that the greatest trouble about his voyages to the Banks is that he loses so many sanctuary privileges; though he always keeps Sunday on his ship, and reads and sings his psalms; but, he says, after all, there"s nothing like going to Mount Zion."

"And little Moses has gone on his first voyage?" said the minister.

"Yes, indeed; the child has been teasing to go for more than a year.

Finally the Cap"n told him if he"d be faithful in the ploughing and planting, he should go. You see, he"s rather unsteady, and apt to be off after other things,--very different from Mara. Whatever you give her to do, she always keeps at it till it"s done."

"And pray, where is the little lady?" said the minister; "is she gone?"

"Well, Cap"n Kittridge came in this afternoon to take her down to see Sally. The Cap"n"s always so fond of Mara, and she has always taken to him ever since she was a baby."