Varney the Vampire. James Malcolm Rymer

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      The flesh of the sailors used to creep up in knots and bumps when they heard it; the wind used to whistle as an accompaniment and pronounce fearful sounds to their ears.

      The wind had been highly favourable from the first, and since the stranger had been discovered it had blown fresh, and we went along at a rapid rate, stemming the water, and dashing the spray off from the bows, and cutting the water like a shark.

      This was very singular to us, we couldn't understand it, neither could the captain, and we looked very suspiciously at the stranger, and wished him at the bottom, for the freshness of the wind now became a gale, and yet the ship came through the water steadily, and away we went before the wind, as if the devil drove us; and mind I don't mean to say he didn't.

      The gale increased to a hurricane, and though we had not a stitch of canvass out, yet we drove before the gale as if we had been shot out of the mouth of a gun.

      The stranger still sat on the water casks, and all night long he kept up his infernal whistle. Now, sailors don't like to hear any one whistle when there's such a gale blowing over their heads—it's like asking for more; but he would persist, and the louder and stronger the wind blew, the louder he whistled.

      At length there came a storm of rain, lightning, and wind. We were tossed mountains high, and the foam rose over the vessel, and often entirely over our heads, and the men were lashed to their posts to prevent being washed away.

      But the stranger still lay on the water casks, kicking his heels and whistling his infernal tune, always the same. He wasn't washed away nor moved by the action of the water; indeed, we heartily hoped and expected to see both him and the water cask floated overboard at every minute; but, as the captain said—

      "Confound the binnacle! the old water tub seems as if it were screwed on to the deck, and won't move off and he on the top of it."

      There was a strong inclination to throw him overboard, and the men conversed in low whispers, and came round the captain, saying—

      "We have come, captain, to ask you what you think of this strange man who has come so mysteriously on board?"

      "I can't tell what to think, lads; he's past thinking about—he's something above my comprehension altogether, I promise you."

      "Well, then, we are thinking much of the same thing, captain."

      "What do you mean?"

      "That he ain't exactly one of our sort."

      "No, he's no sailor, certainly; and yet, for a land lubber, he's about as rum a customer as ever I met with."

      "So he is, sir."

      "He stands salt water well; and I must say that I couldn't lay a top of those water casks in that style very well."

      "Nor nobody amongst us, sir."

      "Well, then, he's in nobody's way, it he?—nobody wants to take his berth, I suppose?"

      The men looked at each other somewhat blank; they didn't understand the meaning at all—far from it; and the idea of any one's wanting to take the stranger's place on the water casks was so outrageously ludicrous, that at any other time they would have considered it a devilish good joke and have never ceased laughing at it.

      He paused some minutes, and then one of them said—

      "It isn't that we envy him his berth, captain, 'cause nobody else could live there for a moment. Any one amongst us that had been there would have been washed overboard a thousand times over."

      "So they would," said the captain.

      "Well, sir, he's more than us."

      "Very likely; but how can I help that?"

      "We think he's the main cause of all this racket in the heavens—the storm and hurricane; and that, in short, if he remains much longer we shall all sink."

      "I am sorry for it. I don't think we are in any danger, and had the strange being any power to prevent it, he would assuredly do so, lest he got drowned."

      "But we think if he were thrown overboard all would be well."

      "Indeed!"

      "Yes, captain, you may depend upon it he's the cause of all the mischief. Throw him overboard and that's all we want."

      "I shall not throw him overboard, even if I could do such a thing; and I am by no means sure of anything of the kind."

      "We do not ask it, sir."

      "What do you desire?"

      "Leave to throw him overboard—it is to save our own lives."

      "I can't let you do any such thing; he's in nobody's way."

      "But he's always a whistling. Only hark now, and in such a hurricane as this, it is dreadful to think of it. What else can we do, sir?—he's not human."

      At this moment, the stranger's whistling came clear upon their ears; there was the same wild, unearthly notes as before, but the cadences were stronger, and there was a supernatural clearness in all the tones.

      "There now," said another, "he's kicking the water cask with his heels."

      "Confound the binnacle!" said the captain; "it sounds like short peals of thunder. Go and talk to him, lads."

      "And if that won't do, sir, may we—"

      "Don't ask me any questions. I don't think a score of the best men that were ever born could move him."

      "I don't mind trying," said one.

      Upon this the whole of the men moved to the spot where the water casks were standing and the stranger lay.

      There was he, whistling like fury, and, at the same time, beating his heels to the tune against the empty casks. We came up to him, and he took no notice of us at all, but kept on in the same way.

      "Hilloa!" shouted one.

      "Hilloa!" shouted another.

      No notice, however, was taken of us, and one of our number, a big, herculean fellow, an Irishman, seized him by the leg, either to make him get up, or, as we thought, to give him a lift over our heads into the sea.

      However, he had scarcely got his fingers round the calf of the leg, when the stranger pinched his leg so tight against the water cask, that he could not move, and was as effectually pinned as if he had been nailed there. The stranger, after he had finished a bar of the music, rose gradually to a sitting posture, and without the aid of his hands, and looking the unlucky fellow in the face, he said—

      "Well, what do you want?"

      "My hand," said the fellow.

      "Take it then," he said.

      He did take it, and we saw that there was blood on it.

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