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- CHAPTER XXV.
Peril A Peace-Maker
A few days passed: the brigantine drifting hither and thither, and
nothing in sight but the sea, when forth again on its stillness rung
Annatoo’s domestic alarum. The truce was up. Most egregiously had the
lady infringed it; appropriating to herself various objects previously
disclaimed in favor of Samoa. Besides, forever on the prowl, she was
perpetually going up and down; with untiring energy, exploring every
nook and cranny; carrying off her spoils and diligently secreting them.
Having little idea of feminine adaptations, she pilfered whatever came
handy:—iron hooks, dollars, bolts, hatchets, and stopping not at balls
of marline and sheets of copper. All this, poor Samoa would have borne
with what patience he might, rather than again renew the war, were it
not, that the audacious dame charged him with peculations upon her own
private stores; though of any such thing he was innocent as the
bowsprit.
This insulting impeachment got the better of the poor islander’s
philosophy. He keenly resented it. And the consequence was, that seeing
all domineering useless, Annatoo flew off at a tangent; declaring that,
for the future, Samoa might stay by himself; she would have nothing
more to do with him. Save when unavoidable in managing the brigantine,
she would not even speak to him, that she wouldn’t, the monster! She
then boldly demanded the forecastle—in the brig’s case, by far the
pleasantest end of the ship—for her own independent suite of
apartments. As for hapless Belisarius, he might do what he pleased in
his dark little den of a cabin.
Concerning the division of the spoils, the termagant succeeded in
carrying the day; also, to her quarters, bale after bale of goods,
together with numerous odds and ends, sundry and divers. Moreover, she
laid in a fine stock of edibles, so as, in all respects possible, to
live independent of her spouse.
Unlovely Annatoo! Unfortunate Samoa! Thus did the pair make a divorce
of it; the lady going upon a separate maintenance,—and Belisarius
resuming his bachelor loneliness. In the captain’s state room, all cold
and comfortless, he slept; his lady whilome retiring to her forecastle
boudoir; beguiling the hours in saying her pater-nosters, and tossing
over and assorting her ill-gotten trinkets and finery; like Madame De
Maintenon dedicating her last days and nights to continence and
calicoes.
But think you this was the quiet end of their conjugal quarrels? Ah,
no! No end to those feuds, till one or t’other gives up the ghost.
Now, exiled from the nuptial couch, Belisarius bore the hardship
without a murmur. And hero that he was, who knows that he felt not like
a soldier on a furlough? But as for Antonina, she could neither get
along with Belisarius, nor without him. She made advances. But of what
sort? Why, breaking into the cabin and purloining sundry goods
therefrom; in artful hopes of breeding a final reconciliation out of
the temporary outburst that might ensue.
Then followed a sad scene of altercation; interrupted at last by a
sudden loud roaring of the sea. Rushing to the deck, they beheld
themselves sweeping head-foremost toward a shoal making out from a
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.
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