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

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

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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.

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