Now the votaress tolled a single stroke, as if to cry: "Hail, friend, we take the starboard."
All wait for the votaress, but she is detained by a crowd of friends.
The young votaress swept by her saluting and saluted like the belle of a ball, a flying vision of luxury, innocence, and joy.
But for at least two souls aboard the votaress they were more history than geography.
It found the votaress under full headway, with a physician aboard and Bayou Sara one great reach and two great bends behind.
He knew it as belonging to the older of the two men for whose coming aboard the votaress had delayed her start.
Many a chute comfortably run by the votaress was now "closed for repairs," said one of the pilots of the Enchantress.
Well forward on her hurricane-deck her captain, whom many on the votaress pointed out by name, stood alone.
High beyond the votaress's bow the stars of the west swung as if they shifted southward.
The votaress was under full headway, with Vicksburg astern, Watson again at the wheel and the captain in his chair.