“An innocent life, yet far astray.”  Wordsworth’s Ruth.

BOOK I.

PORT NASSAU.

Chapter I.

THE BEACH.

A coach-and-six, as a rule, may be called an impressive Object. 
But something depends on where you see it.

Viewed from the tall cliffs—­along the base of which, on a strip of beach two hundred feet below, it crawled between the American continent and the Atlantic Ocean—­Captain Oliver Vyell’s coach-and-six resembled nothing so nearly as a black-beetle.

For that matter the cliffs themselves, swept by the spray and humming with the roar of the beach—­even the bald headland towards which they curved as to the visible bourne of all things terrestrial—­shrank in comparison with the waste void beyond, where sky and ocean weltered together after the wrestle of a two days’ storm; and in comparison with the thought that this rolling sky and heaving water stretched all the way to Europe.  Not a sail showed, not a wing anywhere under the leaden clouds that still dropped their rain in patches, smurring out the horizon.  The wind had died down, but the ships kept their harbours and the sea-birds their inland shelters.  Alone of animate things, Captain Vyell’s coach-and-six crept forth and along the beach, as though tempted by the promise of a wintry gleam to landward.

A god—­if we may suppose one of the old careless Olympians seated there on the cliff-top, nursing his knees—­must have enjoyed the comedy of it, and laughed to think that this pert beetle, edging its way along the sand amid the eternal forces of nature, was here to take seizin of them—­yes, actually to take seizin and exact tribute.  So indomitable a fellow is Man, improbus Homo; and among men in his generation Captain Oliver Vyell was Collector of Customs for the Port of Boston, Massachusetts.

In fairness to Captain Vyell be it added that he—­a young English blood, bearing kinship with two or three of the great Whig families at home, and sceptical as became a person of quality—­was capable as any one of relishing the comedy, had it been pointed out to him.  With equal readiness he would have scoffed at Man’s pretensions in this world and denied him any place at all in the next.  Nevertheless on a planet the folly of which might be taken for granted he claimed at least his share of the reverence paid by fools to rank and wealth.  He was travelling this lonely coast on a tour of inspection, to visit and report upon a site where His Majesty’s advisers had some design to plant a fort; and a fine ostentation coloured his progress here as through life.  He had brought his coach because it conveyed his claret and his batterie de cuisine (the seaside inns were detestable); but being young and extravagantly healthy and, with all his faults, very much of a man, he preferred to ride ahead on his saddle-horse and let his pomp follow him.