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The Works of James
Fenimore Cooper

Jack Tier

G. P. Putnam's Sons
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THIS work has already appeared in Graham's
Magazine, under the title of " Rose Budd."
The change of name is solely the act of the au-
thor, and arises from a conviction that the appella-
tion given in this publication is more appropriate than the
one laid aside. The necessity of writing to a name, instead
of getting it from the incidents of the book itself, has been
the cause of this departure from the ordinary rules.

When this book was commenced, it was generally sup-
posed that the Mexican War would end after a few months'
of hostilities. Such was never the opinion of the writer.
He has ever looked forward to a protracted struggle ; and,
now that Congress has begun to interfere, sees as little
probability of its termination, as on the day it commenced.
Whence honorable gentlemen have derived their notions of
the Constitution, when they advance the doctrine that Con-
gress is an American Aulic Council, empowered to encumber
the movements of armies, and, as old Blucher expressed it
in reference to the diplomacy of Europe, " to spoil with the
pen the work achieved by the sword," it is difficult to say
more than this, that they do not get them from the Consti-
tution itself. It has generally been supposed that the
present executive was created in order to avoid the very
evils of a distracted and divided council, which this new
construction has a direct tendency to revive. But a presi-
dential election has ever proved, and probably will ever
prove stronger than any written fundamental law.

We have had occasion to refer often to Mexico in these


iv preface

pages. It has been our aim to do so in a kind spirit ; for,
while we have never doubted that the factions which have
possessed themselves of the government in that country
have done us great wrong, wrong that would have justi-
fied a much earlier appeal to arms, we have always re-
garded the class of Mexicans who alone can properly be
termed the " people," as mild, amiable, and disposed to be
on friendly terms with us. Providence, however, directs all
to the completion of its own wise ends. If the crust which
has so long encircled that nation, inclosing it in bigotry and
ignorance, shall now be irretrievably broken, letting in
light, even Mexico herself may have cause hereafter to re-
joice in her present disasters. It was in this way that
Italy has been, in a manner, regenerated ; the conquests of
the French carrying in their train the means and agencies
which have, at length, aroused that glorious portion of the
earth to some of its ancient spirit. Mexico, in certain
senses, is the Italy of this continent ; and war, however
ruthless and much to be deplored, may yet confer on her the
inestimable blessings of real liberty, and a religion released
from " feux d* artifice," as well as all other artifices.

A word on the facts of our legend. The attentive ob-
server of men and things has many occasions to note the
manner in which ordinary lookers on deceive themselves, as
well as others. The species of treason portrayed in these
pages is no uncommon occurrence ; and it will often be
found that the traitor is the loudest in his protestations of
patriotism. It is a pretty safe rule to suspect the man of
hypocrisy who makes a parade of his religion, and the par-
tisan of corruption and selfishness, who is clamorous about
the rights of the people. Captain Spike was altogether
above the first vice ; though fairly on level, as respects the
second, with divers patriots who live by their deity.



" Pros. Why, that 's my spirit !

But was not this nigh shore ?
Ariel. Close by, my master.
Pros. But are they, Ariel, safe ?
Ariel. Not a hair perished. ' '


" "1 V ' YE hear, there, Mr. Mulford ? " called out

1 Captain Stephen Spike, of the half-rigged, brig-

1 J an tine Swash, or Molly Swash, as was her

registered name, to his mate, " we shall be

dropping out as soon as the tide makes, and I intend to get

through the Gate, at least, on the next flood. Waiting for

a wind in port is lubberly seamanship, for he that wants one

should go outside and look for it."

This call was uttered from a wharf of the renowned city
of Manhattan, to one who was in the trunk-cabin of a clip-
per-looking craft, of the name mentioned, and on the deck
of which not a soul was visible. Nor was the wharf, though
one of those wooden piers that line the arm of the sea that
is called the East River, such a spot as ordinarily presents
itself to the mind of the reader, or listener, when an allusion
is made to a wharf of that town which it is the fashion of
the times to call the commercial emporium of America
as if there might very well be an emporium of any other
character. The wharf in question had not a single vessel
of any sort lying at, or indeed very near it, with the excep-

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tion of the Molly Swash. As it actually stood on the eastern
side of the town, it is scarcely necessary to say that such
a wharf could only be found high up, and at a considerable
distance from the usual haunts of commerce. The brig lay
more than a mile above the Hook (Corlaer's, of course, is
meant not Sandy Hook) and quite near to the old Alms-
house, far above the ship-yards, in fact. It was a solitary
place for a vessel, in the midst of a crowd. The gruni top-
chain voice of Captain Spike had nothing there to mingle
with, or interrupt its harsh tones, and it instantly brought
on deck Harry Mulford, the mate in question, apparently
eager to receive his orders.

"Did you hail, Captain Spike?" called out the mate, a
tight, well-grown, straight-built, handsome sailor-lad of
two- or three-and-twenty, one full of health, strength, and

" Hail ! If you call straining a man's throat until he 's
hoarse, hailing, I believe I did. I flatter myself, there is
not a man north of Hatteras that can make himself heard
further in a gale of wind than a certain gentleman who is to
be found within a foot of the spot where I stand. Yet, sir,
I 've been hailing the Swash these five minutes, and thank-
ful am I to find some one at last who is on board to answer

"What are your orders, Captain Spike ? "

" To see all clear for a start as soon as the flood makes.
I shall go through the Gate on the next young flood, and I
hope you '11 have all the hands aboard in time. I see two
or three of them up at the Dutch beer-house, this moment,
and can tell 'em, in plain language, if they come here with
their beer aboard them, they '11 have to go ashore again."

"You have an uncommonly sober crew, Captain Spike,"
answered the young man, with great calmness. "During
the whole time I have been with them, I have not seen a
man among them the least in the wind."

" Well, I hope it will turn out that I 'vfc an uncommonly
sober mate in the bargain. Drunkenness I abominate, Mr.
Mulford, and I can tell you, short metre, that I will not
stand it."

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" May I inquire if you ever saw me, the least in the
world, under the influence of liquor, Captain Spike?" de-
manded the mate, rather than asked, with a very fixed
meaning in his manner.

"I keep no log-book of trifles, Mr. Mulford, and cannot
say. No man is the worse for bowsing out his jib when off
duty, though a drunkard 's a thing I despise. Well, well
remember, sir, that the Molly Swash casts off on the young
flood, and that Rose Budd and the good lady, her aunt, take
passage in her, this v'y'ge."

" Is it possible that you have persuaded them into that,
at last ! ' ' exclaimed the handsome mate.

" Persuaded ! It takes no great persuasion, sir, to get
the ladies to try their luck in that brig. L,ady Washington
herself, if she was alive and disposed to a sea-v'y'ge, might
be glad of the chance. We 've a ladies' cabin, you know,
and it's suitable that it should have some one to occupy
it. Old Mrs. Budd is a sensible woman, and takes time by
the forelock. Rose is ailin' pulmonary they call it, I
believe, and her aunt wishes to try the sea for her constitu-
tion ' '

" Rose Budd has no more of a pulmonary constitution
than I have myself, ' ' interrupted the mate.

"Well, that's as people fancy. You must know, Mr.
Mulford, they 've got all sorts of diseases nowadays, and all
sorts of cures for 'em. One sort of a cure for consumption
is what they tarm the Hyder-Ally "

" I think you must mean hydropathy, sir "

" Well it 's something of the sort, no matter what ; but
cold water is at the bottom of it, and they do say it 's a good
remedy. Now Rose's aunt thinks if cold water is what is
wanted, there is no place where it can be so plenty as out
on the ocean. Sea-air is good, too, and by taking a v'y'ge
her niece will get both requisites together and cheap. ' '

" Does Rose Budd think herself consumptive, Captain
Spike ? " asked Mulford, with interest.

' ' Not she ; you know it will never do to alarm a pulmo-
nary, so Mrs. Budd has held her tongue carefully on the
subject before the young woman. Rose fancies that her

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aunt is out of sorts, and that the v'y'ge is tried on her ac-
count ; but the aunt, the cunning thing, knows all about

Mulford almost nauseated the expression of his com-
mander's countenance while Spike uttered the last words.
At no time was that countenance very inviting, the features
being coarse and vulgar, while the color of the entire face
was of an ambiguous red, in which liquor and the seasons
would seem to be blended in very equal quantities. Such
a countenance, lighted up by a gleam of successful manage-
ment, not to say with hopes and wishes that it will hardly
do to dwell on, could not but be revolting to a youth of
Harry Mulford' s generous feelings, and most of all to one
who entertained the sentiments which he was quite con-
scious of entertaining for Rose Budd. The young man
made no reply, but turned his face toward the water, in
order to conceal the expression of disgust that he was
sensible must be strongly depicted on it.

The river, as the well-known arm of the sea in which
the Swash was lying is erroneously termed, was just at that
moment unusually clear of craft, and not a sail, larger than
that of a boat, was to be seen between the end of Black-
well's Island and Corlaer's Hook, a distance of about a
league. This stagnation in the movement of the port, at
that particular point, was owing to the state of wind and
tide. Of the first, there was little more than a southerly
air, while the last was about two thirds ebb. Nearly every-
thing that was expected on that tide, coast-wise, and by
the way of the Sound, had already arrived, and nothing
could go eastward, with that light breeze and under canvas,
until the flood made. Of course it was different with the
steamers, who were paddling about like so many ducks,
steering in all directions, though mostly crossing and re-
crossing at the ferries. Just as Mulford turned away from
his commander, however, a large vessel of that class shoved
her bows into the view, doubling the Hook, and going east-
ward. The first glance at this vessel sufficed to drive even
Rose Budd momentarily out of the minds of both master
and mate, and to give a new current to their thoughts.

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Spike had been on the point of walking up the wharf, but
he now so far changed his purpose as actually to jump on
board of the brig and spring up alongside of his mate, on
the taffrail, in order to get a better look at the steamer.
Mulford, who loathed so much in his commander, was act-
ually glad of this, Spike's rare merit as a seaman forming
a sort of attraction that held him, as it might be against
his own will, bound to his service.

" What will they do next, Harry ? " exclaimed the master,
his manner and voice actually humanized, in air and sound
at least, by this unexpected view of something new in his
calling. ' ' What will they do next ? ' '

"I see no wheels, sir, nor any movement in the water
astern, as if she were a propeller," returned the young

" She 's an out-of-the-way sort of a hussy ! She 's a man-
of-war, too ; one of Uncle Sam's new efforts."

"That can hardly be, sir. Uncle Sam has but three
steamers, of any size or force, now the Missouri is burned ;
and yonder is one of them, lying at the Navy Yard, while
another is, or was lately, laid up at Boston. The third is in
the Gulf. This must be an entirely new vessel, if she belong
to Uncle Sam."

"New! She's as new as a governor, and they tell me
they 've got so now that they choose five or six of them, up
at Albany, every fall. That craft is sea-going, Mr. Mul-
ford, as any one can tell at a glance. She 's none of your
passenger-hoys. ' '

"That's plain enough, sir, and she's armed. Perhaps
she 's English, and they 've brought her here into this open
spot to try some new machinery. Ay, ay ! she 's about to set
her ensign to the navy men at the yard, and we shall see to
whom she belongs."

A long, low, expressive whistle from Spike succeeded this
remark, the colors of the steamer going up to the end of a
gaff on the sternmost of her schooner-rigged masts, just as
Mulford ceased speaking. There was just air enough, aided
by the steamer's motion, to open the bunting, and let the
spectators see the design. There were the Stars and Stripes,

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as usual, but the last ran perpendicularly, instead of in a
horizontal direction.

' ' Revenue, by George ! ' ' exclaimed the master, as soon as
his breath was exhausted in the whistle. ' ' Who would have
believed they could screw themselves up to doing such a
thing in that bloody service ? ' '

" I now remember to have heard that Uncle Sain was
building some large steamers for the revenue service, and,
if I mistake not, with some new invention to get along with,
that is neither wheel nor propeller. This must be one of
these new craft, brought out here, into open water, just to
try her, sir."

"You 're right, sir, you 're right. As to the natur' of the
beast, you see her buntin' , and no honest man can want more.
If there's anything I do hate, it is that flag, with its unnat'-
ral stripes, up and down, instead of running in the true old
way. I have heard a lawyer say, that the revenue flag of this
country is onconstitutional, and that a vessel carrying it on
the high seas might be sent in for piracy. ' '

Although Harry Mulford was neither Puffendorf, nor Gro-
tius, he had too much common-sense, and too little prej-
udice in favor of even his own vocation, to swallow such a
theory, had fifty Cherry Street lawyers sworn to its justice.
A smile crossed his fine, firm-looking mouth, and something
very like a reflection of that smile, if smiles can be reflected
in one's own countenance, gleamed in his fine, large dark

' ' It would be somewhat singular, Captain Spike, ' ' he
said, " if a vessel belonging to any nation should be seized as
a pirate. The fact that she is national in character would
clear her."

" Then let her carry a national flag, and bed d to

her," answered Spike, fiercely. " I can show you law for
what I say, Mr. Mulford. The American flag has its stripes
fore and aft by law, and this chap carries his stripes parpen-
dic'lar. If I commanded a cruiser, and fell in with one of
these up and down gentry, blast me if I would n't just send
him into port, and try the question in the old Almshouse."

Mulford probably did not think it worth while to argue

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the point any further, understanding the dogmatism and
stolidity of his commander too well to deem it necessary.
He preferred to turn to the consideration of the qualities of
the steamer in sight, a subject on which, as seamen, they
might better sympathize.

" That 's a droll-looking revenue cutter, after all, Captain
Spike," he said, " a craft better fitted to go in a fleet, as a
lookout vessel, than to chase a smuggler in-shore."

" And no goer in the bargain ! I do not see how she gets
along, for she keeps all snug under water ; but, unless she
can travel faster than she does just now, the Molly Swash
would soon lend her the Mother Gary's chickens of her own
wake to amuse her."

"She has the tide against her, just here, sir ; no doubt she
would do better in still water."

Spike muttered something between his teeth, and jumped
down on deck, seemingly dismissing the subject of the rev-
enue entirely from his mind. His old, coarse, authoritative
manner returned, and he again spoke to his mate about Rose
Budd, her aunt, the "ladies' cabin," the " young flood," and
' ' casting off, ' ' as soon as the last made. Mulford listened
respectfully, though with a manifest distaste for the instruc-
tions he was receiving. He knew his man, and a feeling of
dark distrust came over him, as he listened to his orders
concerning the famous accommodations he intended to give
to Rose Budd and that "capital old lady, her aunt," his
opinion of " the immense deal of good sea-air and a v'y'ge
would do Rose, ' ' and how ' ' comfortable they both would be
on board the Molly Swash."

" I honor and respect Mrs. Budd, as my captain's lady,
you see, Mr. Mulford, and intend to treat her accordin'ly.
She knows it and Rose knows it and they both declare
they 'd rather sail with me, since sail they must, than with
any other shipmaster out of America. ' '

" You sailed once with Captain Budd yourself, I think I
have heard you say, sir ? "

' ' The old fellow brought me up. I was with him from
my tenth to my twentieth year, and then broke adrift to see
fashions. We all do that, you know, Mr. Mulford, when


we are young and ambitious, and my turn came as well as

" Captain Budd must have been a good deal older than
his wife, sir, if you sailed with him when a boy, ' ' Mulford
observed a little dryly.

' ' Yes ; I own to forty-eight, though no one would think
me more than five or six-and-thirty, to look at me. There
was a great difference between old Dick Budd and his wife,
as you say, he being about fifty, when he married, and she
less than twenty. Fifty is a good age for matrimony, in a
man, Mulford ; as is twenty in a young woman."

"Rose Budd is not yet nineteen, I have heard her say,"
returned the mate with emphasis.

"Youngish, I will own, but that's a fault a liberal-
minded man can overlook. Every day, too, will lessen it.
Well, look to the cabins, and see all clear for a start. Josh
will be down presently with a cart-load of stores, and you '11
take 'em aboard without delay."

As Spike uttered this order, his foot was on the plank-
sheer of the bulwarks, in the act of passing to the wharf
again. On reaching the shore, he turned and looked intently
at the revenue steamer, and his lips moved, as if he were
secretly uttering maledictions on her. We say maledictions,
as the expression of his fierce, ill-favored countenance too
plainly showed that they could not be blessings. As for
Mulford, there was still something on his mind, and he fol-
lowed to the gangway ladder and ascended it, waiting for
a moment when the mind of his commander might be less
occupied to speak. The opportunity soon occurred, Spike
having satisfied himself with the second look at the steamer.

"I hope you don't mean to sail again without a second
mate, Captain Spike ? " he said.

" I do though, I can tell you. I hate dickies ; they are
always in the way, and the captain has to keep just as much
of a watch with one as without one. ' '

" That will depend on his quality. You and I have both
been dickies in our time, sir ; and my time was not long

"Ay, ay, I know all about it ; but you didn't stick to

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it long enough to get spoiled. I would have no man aboard
the Swash who made more than two v'y'ges as second
officer. As I want no spies aboard my craft, I '11 try it
once more without a dicky."

Saying this in a sufficiently positive manner, Captain
Stephen Spike rolled up the wharf, much as a ship goes off
before the wind, now inclining to the right, and then again
to the left. The gait of the man would have proclaimed
him a sea-dog, to any one acquainted with that animal, as
far as he could be seen. The short squab figure, the arms
bent nearly at right angles at the elbow, and working like
two fins with each roll of the body, the stumpy, solid legs,
with the feet looking in the line of his course and kept wide
apart, would all have contributed to the making up of such
an opinion. Accustomed as he was to this beautiful sight,
Harry Mulford kept his eyes riveted on the retiring person
of his commander, until it disappeared behind a pile of lum-
ber, waddling always in the direction of the more thickly
peopled parts of the town. Then he turned and gazed at
the steamer, which, by this time, had fairly passed the brig,
and seemed to be actually bound through the Gate. The
steamer was certainly a noble-looking craft, but our young
man fancied she struggled along through the water heavily.

She might be quick at need, but she did not promise as
much by her present rate of moving. Still, she was a noble-
looking craft, and as Mulford descended to the deck again,
he almost regretted he did not belong to her ; or, at least,
to anything but the Molly Swash.

Two hours produced a sensible change in and around
that brigantine. Her people had all come back to duty,
and what was very remarkable among seafaring folk, sober
to a man. But as has been said, Spike was a temperance
man, as respects all under his orders at least, if not strictly
so in practice himself. The crew of the Swash was large
for a half-rigged brig of only two hundred tons, but, as her
spars were very square, and all her gear as well as her
mould seemed constructed for speed, it was probable more
hands than common were necessary to work her with facility
and expedition. After all, there were not many persons

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to be enumerated among the " people of the Molly Swash,"
as they called themselves ; not more than a dozen, includ-
ing those aft, as well as those forward. A peculiar feature
of this crew, however, was the circumstance that they were
all middle-aged men, with the exception of the mate, and
all thorough-bred sea-dogs. Even Josh, the cabin-boy, as
he was called, was an old, wrinkled, gray-headed negro, of
near sixty. If the crew wanted a little in the elasticity of
youth, it possessed the steadiness and experience of their
time of life, every man appearing to know exactly what to
do, and when to do it. This indeed composed their great
merit ; an advantage that Spike well knew how to appre-

The stores had been brought alongside of the brig in a
cart, and were already stowed in their places. Josh had
brushed and swept, until the ladies' cabin could be made no
neater. This ladies' cabin was a small apartment beneath
the trunk, which was, ingeniously enough, separated from
the main cabin by pantries and double doors. The arrange-
ment was unusual, and Spike had several times hinted that
there was a history connected with that cabin ; though what
the history was Mulford never could induce him to relate.
The latter knew that the brig had been used for a forced
trade on the Spanish Main, and had heard something of her
deeds in bringing off specie, and proscribed persons, at dif-
ferent epochs in the revolutions of that part of the world,
and he had always understood that her present commander
and owner had sailed in her, as mate, for many years before
he had risen to his present station. Now, all was regular
in the way of records, bills of sale, and other documents,
Stephen Spike appearing in both the capacities just named.
The register proved that the brig had been built as far
back as the last English war, as a private cruiser, but re-
cent and extensive repairs had made her " better than new,"
as her owner insisted, and there was no question as to her
sea-worthiness. It is true the insurance offices blew upon
her, and would have nothing to do with a craft that had
seen her two score years and ten ; but this gave none who
belonged to her any concern, inasmuch as they could

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scarcely have been underwritten in their trade, let the age
of the vessel be what it might. It was enough for them
that the brig was safe and exceedingly fast, insurances

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