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Updated: May 13, 2025
"How clear the water is this morning!" "Is it?" said he; "I didn't notice it. You know the flood-tide always thickens it a bit." "H'm," said I, "I have seen it pretty muddy even at half-ebb." He said nothing in answer, but seemed rather astonished; and as he now lay just stemming the tide, and I had my clothes off, I jumped in without more ado.
We then came upon a blockaded lagoon; the sea-water had been imprisoned by a high bank which the waves had washed up, and it will presently be released by storms from the south-west. Near the water, even at half-ebb, we find the floor firm and pleasant; it becomes loose walking at high tide, and the ribbed banks are fatiguing to ascend and descend under a hot sun and in reeking air.
In parts there were ugly snags, and everywhere the turns were so puzzling, that I marvelled how a human being could attempt the passage by night. The best time for ascending is half-flood, for descending half-ebb; if the water be too high, the bush chokes the way; if too low, the craft grounds.
But yet Valencia hardly wished that he should have overcome it, so self-contradictory is woman's heart; and her pity had sunk to half-ebb, and her self-complacency was rising with a flowing tide, as he chatted on quietly, but genially, about the voyage, and the scenery, and Snowdon, which he had never seen, and which he would ascend that very day. "You will do nothing of the kind, Mr.
The boats rowed up a river at the head of the bay for four or five miles, and near it a deserted fort of considerable strength was visited. Several beds of oysters were also discovered, dry at half-ebb, and a boat being sent to fetch some, returned completely laden, so that the ship's company had a regular feast of them. Fish, also in abundance, were brought off by the natives.
And it's only low tide and half-ebb that lets you ashore here at all." "How about your boat?" "She's riding to a line. Tide's running up that way, but I'd better be off."
"Tell Nance I think of her every hour of the day, and I pray God the truth may come out soon." "I'll tell her. It'll come out. She says so," and he pulled out into the darkness and was gone. And the Solitary went back to his shelter, secure in the knowledge that the tide was on the rise, and half-ebb would not be till well on into next day.
The river soon seethed with activity again. Bill Blunt came down from the village, leading the crew with great importance, for he was going to a job that would call forth all his exhaustive knowledge of the sailor's craft. Jerry Rolfe scouted for boats, and by half-ebb tide the Barang's wet decks were filled with men.
Nance had worn it. To him it was sacred. When he got back with it, he wrapped it round him and crept into his shelter and slept like a dog. He woke next morning with a start. The sun was high, by the shadow of his doorway; and by that same token the tide would be at half-ebb, if not lower, and the gates of his fortress at his enemy's mercy.
"That will do," and the vessel's head was laid for the river. They passed a large bark, with her topsails backed. "Ay," remarked the pilot, "she has waited since the half-ebb; there ain't more than four hours in the twenty-four that such craft as that can get in." "What is she? An American liner?" asked Wylie, peering through the gloom. "No," said the pilot; "she's an Australian ship.
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