You just never know what you’ll stumble upon in google books. This gem, a mid-nineteenth-century drama by Charles H. Saunders, has it all–daring wreckers, beautiful maidens, old salts and shipwrecks galore. I love the song that opens the play, sung by several wreckers sitting around a large table “covered with drinking-cans, bottles, &c., &c.”
When the thunder loudest roars,
And the lightning flashes free,
When the drenching rain in a deluge pours,
And mad waves lash the sea:
O, then the wrecker hies,
With his grapnel and his coils,
To the beach where the shipwrecked sailor lies,
Where the surf in its fury boils.
When the minute-gun is heard
In the pauses of the storm,
When the noble ship, like a tired bird,
On the gale is swiftly borne:
Then the wreckers’ luring light
Gleams merrily o’er the sea,
And the sunken rock, in its awful might,
Leaves the wreckers’ power free.
What could be better than that? If ever there was a play that should be reprieved this summer–“The Pirate’s Legacy” is it!
To read “The Pirate’s Legacy: or, The Wrecker’s Fate” click here.