A Winter Amid the Ice Part 24

After having long commanded the vessels of a rich s.h.i.+powner of Havre, he had settled down in his native town, where he had caused the brig "Jeune-Hardie" to be constructed at his own expense. Several successful voyages had been made in the North, and the s.h.i.+p always found a good sale for its cargoes of wood, iron, and tar. Jean Cornb.u.t.te then gave up the command of her to his son Louis, a fine sailor of thirty, who, according to all the coasting captains, was the boldest mariner in Dunkirk.

Louis Cornb.u.t.te had gone away deeply attached to Marie, his father's niece, who found the time of his absence very long and weary. Marie was scarcely twenty. She was a pretty Flemish girl, with some Dutch blood in her veins. Her mother, when she was dying, had confided her to her brother, Jean Cornb.u.t.te. The brave old sailor loved her as a daughter, and saw in her proposed union with Louis a source of real and durable happiness.

The arrival of the s.h.i.+p, already signalled off the coast, completed an important business operation, from which Jean Cornb.u.t.te expected large profits. The "Jeune-Hardie," which had left three months before, came last from Bodoe, on the west coast of Norway, and had made a quick voyage thence.

On returning home, Jean Cornb.u.t.te found the whole house alive.

Marie, with radiant face, had a.s.sumed her wedding-dress.

"I hope the s.h.i.+p will not arrive before we are ready!" she said.

"Hurry, little one," replied Jean Cornb.u.t.te, "for the wind is north, and she sails well, you know, when she goes freely."

"Have our friends been told, uncle?" asked Marie.

"They have."

"The notary, and the cure?"

"Rest easy. You alone are keeping us waiting."

At this moment Clerbaut, an old crony, came in.

"Well, old Cornb.u.t.te," cried he, "here's luck! Your s.h.i.+p has arrived at the very moment that the government has decided to contract for a large quant.i.ty of wood for the navy!"

"What is that to me?" replied Jean Cornb.u.t.te. "What care I for the government?"

"You see, Monsieur Clerbaut," said Marie, "one thing only absorbs us,--Louis's return."

"I don't dispute that," replied Clerbaut. "But--in short--this purchase of wood--"

"And you shall be at the wedding," replied Jean Cornb.u.t.te, interrupting the merchant, and shaking his hand as if he would crush it.

"This purchase of wood--"

"And with all our friends, landsmen and seamen, Clerbaut. I have already informed everybody, and I shall invite the whole crew of the s.h.i.+p."

"And shall we go and await them on the pier?" asked Marie.

"Indeed we will," replied Jean Cornb.u.t.te. "We will defile, two by two, with the violins at the head."

Jean Cornb.u.t.te's invited guests soon arrived. Though it was very early, not a single one failed to appear. All congratulated the honest old sailor whom they loved. Meanwhile Marie, kneeling down, changed her prayers to G.o.d into thanksgivings. She soon returned, lovely and decked out, to the company; and all the women kissed her on the check, while the men vigorously grasped her by the hand. Then Jean Cornb.u.t.te gave the signal of departure.

It was a curious sight to see this joyous group taking its way, at sunrise, towards the sea. The news of the s.h.i.+p's arrival had spread through the port, and many heads, in nightcaps, appeared at the windows and at the half-opened doors. Sincere compliments and pleasant nods came from every side.

The party reached the pier in the midst of a concert of praise and blessings. The weather was magnificent, and the sun seemed to take part in the festivity. A fresh north wind made the waves foam; and some fis.h.i.+ng-smacks, their sails trimmed for leaving port, streaked the sea with their rapid wakes between the breakwaters.

The two piers of Dunkirk stretch far out into the sea. The wedding-party occupied the whole width of the northern pier, and soon reached a small house situated at its extremity, inhabited by the harbour-master. The wind freshened, and the "Jeune-Hardie"

ran swiftly under her topsails, mizzen, brigantine, gallant, and royal. There was evidently rejoicing on board as well as on land.

Jean Cornb.u.t.te, spy-gla.s.s in hand, responded merrily to the questions of his friends.

"See my s.h.i.+p!" he cried; "clean and steady as if she had been rigged at Dunkirk! Not a bit of damage done,--not a rope wanting!"

"Do you see your son, the captain?" asked one.

"No, not yet. Why, he's at his business!"

"Why doesn't he run up his flag?" asked Clerbaut.

"I scarcely know, old friend. He has a reason for it, no doubt."

"Your spy-gla.s.s, uncle?" said Marie, taking it from him. "I want to be the first to see him."

"But he is my son, mademoiselle!"

"He has been your son for thirty years," answered the young girl, laughing, "and he has only been my betrothed for two!"

The "Jeune-Hardie" was now entirely visible. Already the crew were preparing to cast anchor. The upper sails had been reefed.

The sailors who were among the rigging might be recognized. But neither Marie nor Jean Cornb.u.t.te had yet been able to wave their hands at the captain of the s.h.i.+p.

"Faith! there's the first mate, Andre Vasling," cried Clerbaut.

"And there's Fidele Misonne, the carpenter," said another.

"And our friend Penellan," said a third, saluting the sailor named.

The "Jeune-Hardie" was only three cables' lengths from the sh.o.r.e, when a black flag ascended to the gaff of the brigantine. There was mourning on board!

A shudder of terror seized the party and the heart of the young girl.

The s.h.i.+p sadly swayed into port, and an icy silence reigned on its deck. Soon it had pa.s.sed the end of the pier. Marie, Jean Cornb.u.t.te, and all their friends hurried towards the quay at which she was to anchor, and in a moment found themselves on board.

"My son!" said Jean Cornb.u.t.te, who could only articulate these words.

The sailors, with uncovered heads, pointed to the mourning flag.

Marie uttered a cry of anguish, and fell into old Cornb.u.t.te's arms.

Andre Vasling had brought back the "Jeune-Hardie," but Louis Cornb.u.t.te, Marie's betrothed, was not on board.

CHAPTER II.

Jean Cornb.u.t.te's Project.

As soon as the young girl, confided to the care of the sympathizing friends, had left the s.h.i.+p, Andre Vasling, the mate, apprised Jean Cornb.u.t.te of the dreadful event which had deprived him of his son, narrated in the s.h.i.+p's journal as follows:--