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- cluster of low islands, hitherto, by banks of clouds, shrouded from
view.
The helm was instantly shifted; and the yards braced about. But for
several hours, owing to the freshness of the breeze, the set of the
currents, and the irregularity and extent of the shoal, it seemed
doubtful whether they would escape a catastrophe. But Samoa’s
seamanship, united to Annatoo’s industry, at last prevailed; and the
brigantine was saved.
Of the land where they came so near being wrecked, they knew nothing;
and for that reason, they at once steered away. For after the fatal
events which had overtaken the Parki at the Pearl Shell islands, so
fearful were they of encountering any Islanders, that from the first
they had resolved to keep open sea, shunning every appearance of land;
relying upon being eventually picked up by some passing sail.
Doubtless this resolution proved their salvation. For to the navigator
in these seas, no risk so great, as in approaching the isles; which
mostly are so guarded by outpost reefs, and far out from their margins
environed by perils, that the green flowery field within, lies like a
rose among thorns; and hard to be reached as the heart of proud maiden.
Though once attained, all three—red rose, bright shore, and soft
heart—are full of love, bloom, and all manner of delights. The Pearl
Shell islands excepted.
Besides, in those generally tranquil waters, Samoa’s little craft,
though hundreds of miles from land, was very readily managed by himself
and Annatoo. So small was the Parki, that one hand could brace the
main-yard; and a very easy thing it was, even to hoist the small
top-sails; for after their first clumsy attempt to perform that
operation by hand, they invariably led the halyards to the windlass,
and so managed it, with the utmost facility.
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