"Well, I like you better than any other point of the compa.s.s, and I"m sure I never thought I should like one of them," replied Jack.
"That will not do for me; will you love only me?"
"I"m not likely to love the others," replied Jack, shutting his eyes again; "I _hate_ them all."
"And love me?"
"Well, I do love you, that"s a fact," replied Jack, as he thought of the goose and the five guineas.
"Then look round, and you shall see me," said the soft voice.
Jack, who hardly knew whether he was asleep or awake, did at this summons once more take the trouble to open his eyes, and beheld a fairy female figure, pellucid as water, yet apparently possessing substance; her features were beautifully soft and mild, and her outline trembled and shifted as it were, waving gently to and fro. It smiled sweetly, hung over him, played with his chestnut curls, softly touched his lips with her own, pa.s.sed her trembling fingers over his cheeks, and its warm breath appeared as if it melted into his. Then it grew more bold,--embraced his person, searched into his neck and collar, as if curious to examine him.
Jack felt a pleasure and gratification which he could not well comprehend: once more the charmer"s lips trembled upon his own, now remaining for a moment, now withdrawing, again returning to kiss and kiss again, and once more did the soft voice put the question--
"Do you love me?"
"Better than goose," replied Jack.
"I don"t know who goose may be," replied the fairy form, as she tossed about Jack"s waving locks; "you must love only me, promise me that before I am relieved."
"What, have you got the first watch, as well as me?" replied Jack.
"I am on duty just now, but I shall not be so long. We southerly winds are never kept long in one place; some of my sisters will probably be sent here soon."
"I don"t understand what you talk about," replied Jack. "Suppose you tell me who you are, and what you are, and I"ll do all I can to keep awake; I don"t know how it is, but I"ve felt more inclined to go to sleep since you have been fanning me about, than I did before."
"Then I will remain by your side while you listen to me. I am, as I told you, a wind----"
"That"s puzzling," said Jack, interrupting her.
"My name is "S.W. and by W. 3/4 W.""
"Yes, and a very long name it is. If you wish me to remember you, you should have had a shorter one."
This ruffled the wind a little, and she blew rather sharp into the corner of Jack"s eye,--however, she proceeded--
"You are a sailor, and of course you know all the winds on the compa.s.s by name."
"I wish I did; but I don"t," replied Littlebrain, "I can recollect you, and not one other."
Again the wind trembled with delight on his lips, and she proceeded:--"You know that there are thirty-two points on the compa.s.s, and these points are divided into quarters; so that there are, in fact, 128 different winds."
"There are more than I could ever remember; I know that," said Jack.
"Well, we are in all 128. All the winds which have northerly in them, are coa.r.s.e and ugly; all the southern winds are pretty."
"You don"t say so?" replied our hero.
"We are summoned to blow, as required, but the hardest duty generally falls to the northerly winds, as it should do, for they are the strongest; although we southerly winds can blow hard enough when we choose. Our characters are somewhat different. The most unhappy in disposition, and I may say, the most malevolent, are the north and easterly winds; the N.W. winds are powerful, but not unkind; the S.E.
winds vary, but, at all events, we of the S.W. are considered the mildest and most beneficent. Do you understand me?"
"Not altogether. You"re going right round the compa.s.s, and I never could make it out, that"s a fact. I hear what you say, but I cannot promise to recollect it; I can only recollect S.W. and by W. 3/4 W."
"I care only for your recollecting me; if you do that, you may forget all the rest. Now you see we South Wests are summer winds, and are seldom required but in this season; I have often blown over your ship these last three months, and I always have lingered near you, for I loved you."
"Thank you--now go on, for seven bells have struck some time, and I shall be going to turn in. Is your watch out?"
"No, I shall blow for some hours longer. Why will you leave me--why wo"n"t you stay on deck with me?"
"What, stay on deck after my watch is out! No, if I do, blow me! We midshipmen never do that--but I say, why can"t you come down with me, and turn in my hammock; it"s close to the hatchway, and you can easily do it."
"Well, I will, upon one promise. You say that you love me, now I"m very jealous, for we winds are always supplanting one another. Promise me that you will never mention any other wind in the compa.s.s but me, for if you do, they may come to you, and if I hear of it I"ll blow the masts out of your ship, that I will."
"You don"t say so?" replied Jack, surveying her fragile, trembling form.
"Yes, I will, and on a lee sh.o.r.e too; so that the ship shall go to pieces on the rocks, and the Admiral and every soul on board her be drowned."
"No, you wouldn"t, would you?" said our hero, astonished.
"Not if you promise me. Then I"ll come to you and pour down your windsails, and dry your washed clothes as they hang on the rigging, and just ripple the waves as you glide along, and hang upon the lips of my dear love, and press him in my arms. Promise me, then, on no account ever to recollect or mention any other wind but me."
"Well, I think I may promise that," replied Jack, "for I"m very clever at forgetting; and then you"ll come to my hammock, wo"n"t you, and sleep with me? you"ll be a nice cool bedfellow these warm nights."
"I can"t sleep on my watch as midshipmen do; but I"ll watch you while you sleep, and I"ll fan your cheeks, and keep you cool and comfortable, till I"m relieved."
"And when you go, when will you come again?"
"That I cannot tell--when I"m summoned; and I shall wait with impatience, that you may be sure of."
"There"s eight bells," said Jack, starting up; "I must go down and call the officer of the middle watch; but I"ll soon turn in, for my relief is not so big as myself, and I can thrash him."
Littlebrain was as good as his word; he cut down his relief, and then thrashed him for venturing to expostulate. The consequence was, that in ten minutes he was in his hammock, and "S.W. and by W. 3/4 W." came gently down the hatchway, and rested in his arms. Jack soon fell fast asleep, and when he was wakened up the next morning by the quarter-master, his bedfellow was no longer there. A mate inquiring how the wind was, was answered by the quarter-master that they had a fresh breeze from the N.N.W., by which Jack understood that his sweetheart was no longer on duty.
Our hero had pa.s.sed such a happy night with his soft and kind companion, that he could think of nothing else; he longed for her to come again, and, to the surprise of everybody, was now perpetually making inquiries as to the wind which blew. He thought of her continually; and in fact was as much in love with "S.W. and by W. 3/4 W." as he possibly could be. She came again--once more did he enjoy her delightful company; again she slept with him in his hammock, and then, after a short stay, she was relieved by another.
We do not intend to accuse the wind of inconstancy, as that was not her fault; nor of treachery, for she loved dearly; nor of violence, for she was all softness and mildness; but we do say, that "S.W. and by W. 3/4 W." was the occasion of Jack being very often in a sc.r.a.pe, for our hero kept his word; he forgot all other wind, and, with him, there was not other except his dear "S.W. and by W. 3/4 W." It must be admitted of Jack, that, at all events, he showed great perseverance, for he stuck to his point.
Our hero would argue with his messmates, for it is not those who are most capable of arguing who are most fond of it; and, like all arguers not very brilliant, he would flounder and diverge away right and left, just as the flaws of ideas came into his head.
"What nonsense it is your talking that way," would his opponent say, "Why don"t you come to the point?"
"And so I do," cried Jack.
"Well then, what is your point?"
"S.W. and by W. 3/4 W.," replied our hero.
Who could reply to this? But in every instance, and through every difficulty, our hero kept his promise, until his uncle Sir Theophilus was very undecided, whether he should send him home to be locked up in a Lunatic Asylum, or bring him on in the service to the rank of post-captain. Upon mature consideration, however, as a man in Bedlam is a very useless member of society, and a tee-total non-productive, whereas a captain in the navy is a responsible agent, the Admiral came to the conclusion, that Littlebrain must follow up his destiny.