"When was it built?" asked Candace, charmed to find somebody able and willing to satisfy her curiosity.
"Wa"al, I reckon it was about 1812, when we was a-tackling the British for the last time. "Tain"t very much of a fort to look at; but if you was to mount some of them powerful guns they make now on the walls, them and the others over at Fort Adams yonder would protect the channel pretty well. The shot"d reach clear across. Why, you hardly think it perhaps, but not more"n four or five years ago, there was some folks who had come on a kind of an excursion, taking their lunches up there by Fort Dumpling, and some soldiers was firing at a long-range target over there to Fort Adams, and one of the b.a.l.l.s came over and hit a young lady."
"How dreadful!" said Candace, her eyes measuring the long distance between the two points. "And it seems so far away. I suppose the young lady felt perfectly safe. I am sure I should have. Did it kill her?"
"Oh, no! they thought at first it had, but it didn"t turn out so bad as was expected. The soldiers, they felt mighty mean, I expect. You see, they didn"t intend a mite of harm to her or anybody; but it just shows how far them big guns carry now-a-days. A war-ship now, unless she was some kind of a monitor or that, would stand a fair chance of being stove and sent to the bottom before she could get in to attack Newport."
"What a f.a.n.n.y little house that is close down to the water!" remarked Candace, looking off to the opposite sh.o.r.e.
"That"s Professor Aga.s.siz"s laboratory. Do y" see that kind of a cove which sets in there near by the building, and a little black thing sticking up out of it? That"s the pipe of his steam-launch. He and the rest go out in it and dredge for fish and such like, and then they experiment on them inside."
"What do they do that for?" asked Candace.
"Wa"al, they want to find out about "em, I reckon. I was in there once and saw them at work, but I couldn"t make nothing out of it, and there wasn"t anybody I could ask."
"Oh, what is that?" cried Candace, as the "Cornelia," tacking again, opened one of the little bays on the south end of Conanicut, where a small steam vessel was lying. Two boats, which seemed to belong to her, were rowing in a parallel line with each other, and behind them appeared a long line of bobbing points which she could not at all understand.
"That"s one of the fishing steamers, and the boats are drawing her nets," explained the Captain. "Didn"t you ever see a seine drawn before?
Wa"al, I declare! I"m mighty glad we happened just in time, for it"s a cur"us spectacle. I guess we"ll kind of hang about till they get the nets in, and then I"ll take the "Cornelia" up near enough for you to see."
"Captain, there are the seine-boats out," called Tom Joy at the same moment. "Let"s sail up and see what they"ve caught."
The two boats began to near each other as they reached the limits of the long elliptical curves which made their course; and presently a great number of scintillating specks were seen in the s.p.a.ce enclosed between them. There were the leaping fish, just conscious that they were crowded into a confined place, and desirous of escape. When they were quite close to one another, the boats turned and began to row for the steamer. The "Cornelia" followed; and the Captain with a twist of the tiller threw her into the wind just beyond the great net, which by that time was being rapidly hauled in.
It was a wonderful thing to see,--the heavy ma.s.s of floundering fishes pouring over into the steamer"s hold. Thousands and thousands of quivering silvery shapes of all kinds, from the fat, oily-bodied menhaden, to weird horned monsters with gaping mouths, and strange, half-translucent blocks like jelly, which seemed to have no mouths at all. Large and small, pinky white, black, blue,--in they poured. Now and then some fish more lucky than his fellows would splash over the side of the net and escape to liberty and the deep sea; now and then a fisherman with a sudden dash of his hand would single out a specimen choicer than the rest, a blue-fish, a chicken cod, or a sea-ba.s.s.
The little company in the sail-boat shared all the excitement of the catch. The young men left their flirtations for the boat"s side, where they could get a better view. A great deal of chaff went on between Captain Davis and the captain of the menhaden steamer. Tom Joy amused himself by bargaining for blue-fish, and actually bought three big flapping specimens for a dollar and a quarter. They were deposited on the bottom of the "Cornelia," where they leaped painfully up and down, while the girls retreated for refuge to the upper deck, till Captain Davis at last caught the fish and stowed them away in his little cabin.
It was not till the last loop of the seine was emptied, the last fish secured, and the boats were making ready for another cast, that the "Cornelia" finally glided away; and by that time a soft crimson glow had gathered in the west and the sun was nearing the horizon edge. The wind blew more freshly now, and with a zest and coolness which it had not had earlier in the afternoon.
Captain Davis pointed out to Candace the light-ship anch.o.r.ed in the offing between Point Judith and Brenton"s Reef, and told her how the men who lived on board of her did not see a face from land for weeks together sometimes, when winds were stormy and waves rough. Candace listened eagerly. The rest of the party had gone back to their old places, but there was not so much chatter now. The dreamy influences of the hour were felt by every one. d.i.c.k Foster was quoting Tennyson in a low voice to pretty Julia Prime. Berry Joy and Georgie still kept up a fitful conversation with their cavalier; but Gertrude had grown silent, and Tom Joy was whistling softly to himself, with his eyes fixed on the sunset.
The "Cornelia" sped silently seaward. Suddenly they were in the shadow of a deep cove at the very end of Conanicut; and close by them rose out of the sea an immense square table of rock, over which, still as it was, the surge was constantly flinging showers of white spray. The whole top of this rock was black with large sea-birds. Candace had never imagined such a sight. The birds seemed crowding each other on every inch of s.p.a.ce. Each moment some of them would rise, wheel in air with wild cries and screams, and then settle again to dispute for room, while the seething foam splashed over them; and the incessant flutter of their wings, the dashing spray, and the long wash of waves at the base of the rock gave to their place of refuge the effect of movement, so that it seemed to sway and float in the sea.
"Oh, what a wonderful place!" cried Candace. "Such big birds, and so many of them,--what do you call them, Captain?"
"Wa"al, they"re mostly cormorants and gulls, I reckon. That"s what we call them down to Newport. They ain"t no good for eating, so they don"t get shot; and they do increase powerfully, though it seems to me I never did see quite so many on the Kettle Bottom before as this afternoon."
"Is that the name of the rock?"
"Yes, the Kettle Bottom Rock; that"s what it"s called. It"s a queer place. There was a painter here last summer, and he made a picter of it, with them birds all flying over it, which folks said was as like as like."
The line of hotels on Narragansett Beach was now plainly in sight. They were almost off Beaver Tail, and the sea was rougher.
"Captain, we may as well put about," said Tom Joy. "The sun"s going down, and there"s rather more motion hereabouts than the ladies like."
So they put about and sped harborward, helped by the tide which was now running swiftly in. Frank Rivington began to sing in a mellow tenor voice little barcarolles and Venetian boat-songs, which were full of a measured rhythmic movement like oar-strokes and the beat of waves. The pink in the west deepened after the sun went down to a vivid orange red, and flamed higher and higher till the zenith caught the glow; and a little crescent moon, which was climbing up, swung like a tiny silver boat on a crimson tide. It was all like a dream, to which the noiseless speed of the boat offered no interruption.
"Good-night, Captain," said Candace, gently, as the "Cornelia" touched the wharf, at the upper end of which the carriages were waiting for them. "I"m so much obliged to you for telling me all about the things."
"You"re welcome, I"m sure," replied the hearty Captain. "It"s been nothing but a pleasure so far as I"m concerned. Hope I may take you out sailing again, Miss."
"Oh, I hope so. I think sailing is lovely."
"Good-by, Miss Arden. I hope you have enjoyed it," said Mrs. Allen, as she was borne off by her husband. It was the sole remark addressed by the "matron" of the party to the little stranger under her care during that afternoon; but Candace had not felt neglected.
"Oh, yes; very much, thank you," she replied. Tom Joy, who had waked up to the sense that "the little girl in the red hat" had not had much attention paid her on the sail, tried to get up a conversation as the beach-wagon climbed the hill; but Candace had but little small talk at her command, and they did not get on very fluently.
"I"ve had a lovely time, Miss Joy," she said shyly, as they were set down at home.
"I"m sure I"m glad. Good-night, Miss Arden." And that was all the notice which Berenice Joy took of her youngest guest, beyond the necessary good-afternoon when they first met on the wharf.
Candace was too unexacting, and too much accustomed to think of herself as a child to whom no particular attention was due, to realize or resent being treated with this scant courtesy. She told Cousin Kate about the sail and the seine steamer, and all the Captain"s tales and explanations, with a glow of enjoyment which surprised Gertrude, and perhaps p.r.i.c.ked her conscience somewhat; for that night, at hair-brushing time, she surprised Georgie by the observation, "After all, Cannie is quite a sweet little thing."
"So she is, sweet enough; but what makes you think of it just now?"
"Why, we rather left her out this afternoon, I am afraid. Hardly anybody said a word to her, except the Captain. It was rude enough of Berry, for it was her party; but I think it was worse for us. Any other girl would have been hurt and cross, and showed it; but Cannie never seemed to mind a bit, and enjoyed everything, and was just as nice and pleasant as if she had been the belle of the party."
"Well, it _was_ too bad," said Georgie, penitently. "I never thought about it, and I sat ever so far off from her, and Arnold Foster was so funny--in fact, I forgot Cannie. I took it for granted that she was being entertained, somehow."
"I"m afraid both of us find it pretty easy to forget Cannie," remarked Gertrude. "Well, I shall try to do better another time."
CHAPTER VI.
A TALK ABOUT SHYNESS.
"CANNIE," said Mrs. Gray, a few days after the sailing-party, "would you like to study French this summer, with Marian for company?"
"Y-es," replied Cannie; but she said it more because she saw that a yes was expected of her, than because of any real pleasure at the idea. Like most girls who have had scanty or poor teaching, she liked to read a great deal better than she liked to study.
"Do you know any French at all?" continued her cousin.
"No, not any. There wasn"t anybody at home who taught it; and if there had been, I don"t believe Aunt Myra would have let me learn. She thinks English is a good enough language for anybody. I did study Latin a little while, though. Aunt Myra consented to that, because we had papa"s Latin books in the house, and she said they might as well be useful."
"Well, your Latin won"t come amiss to your French," said Mrs. Gray, laughing to herself over this thrifty reason for learning a language.
"Marian is, of course, far ahead of you in speaking, for she learned it by ear, as they say of music, during the year we spent in France on our way home; but she knows but little of the rules and grammar. I think you will do very well together; for her fluency will tempt you on to talk, and your perseverance will keep her up to the exercises and conjugations, which are sad drudgery, but very needful if you are ever really to know anything of the language. You are persevering, are you not, Cannie?"
"I don"t know whether I am or not," replied Candace, inly resolving to justify Cousin Kate"s good opinion.
"I have confidence in you," said Mrs. Gray, smiling kindly at her. "And another thing I wanted to say is, that I think both you and Marian will enjoy the summer a great deal better for having one regular study to prepare for. It gives a sort of backbone to your lives, don"t you see?
Clear fun is like clear honey,--it cloys and loses its charm; but when it is mixed with occupation it keeps its flavor, and you don"t get tired of it."
"I can understand that," said Candace, thoughtfully. "I recollect how nice Sat.u.r.day afternoons used to seem when Aunt Myra had kept me busy darning stockings all the morning. I think I _would_ like the French lessons, Cousin Kate; only I am afraid the teacher will think me very stupid."
Candace"s fears were not realized. As a beginner, her first steps were necessarily slow; but she took pains, and had no bad habits or evil accents to unlearn, and after a while she "got hold" of the language and went on more rapidly. Marian"s fluent chatter stimulated her to try to talk as fast also, though Mademoiselle Bougereau, their teacher, found a great deal of fault with Marian, and said that many of the phrases which came so glibly out of her mouth partook of the nature of slang, and were not finished or elegant French. Still, with all drawbacks, the little cla.s.s of two made fair progress; and Candace realized that what Mrs. Gray had said was true, and that all the bits of amus.e.m.e.nt and pleasure which came in her way were doubly enjoyed by reason of the little "backbone" of real work thus put into her days.