had a charmed life.

"Many are the vessels that have been wrecked, Philip Vanderdecken, and
many the souls summoned to their account by meeting with your father's
ship, while you have been so long shut up," observed the pilot.

"May our next meeting with him be more fortunate--may it be the last!"
replied Philip.

"No, no! rather may he fulfil his doom, and sail till the day of
judgment!" replied the pilot, with emphasis.

"Vile caitiff! I have a foreboding that you will not have your
detestable wish. Away!--leave me! or you shall find, that although this
head is blanched by misery, this arm has still some power."

Schriften scowled as he walked away; he appeared to have some fear of
Philip, although it was not equal to his hate. He now resumed his
former attempts of stirring up the ship's company against Philip,
declaring that he was a Jonah, who would occasion the loss of the ship,
and that he was connected with the Flying Dutchman. Philip very soon
observed that he was avoided; and he resorted to counter-statements,
equally injurious to Schriften, whom he declared to be a demon. The
appearance of Schriften was so much against him, while that of Philip,
on the contrary, was so prepossessing, that the people on board hardly
knew what to think. They were divided: some were on the side of
Philip--some on that of Schriften; the captain and many others looking
with equal horror upon both, and longing for the time when they could be
sent out of the vessel.

The captain, as we have before observed, was very superstitious, and
very fond of his bottle. In the morning he would be sober and pray; in
the afternoon he would be drunk and swear at the very saints whose
protection he had invoked but a few hours before.

"May holy Saint Antonio preserve us, and keep us from temptation," said
he, on the morning after a conversation with the passengers about the
Phantom Ship. "All the saints protect us from harm," continued he,
taking off his hat reverentially and crossing himself. "Let me but rid
myself of these two dangerous men without accident, and I will offer up
a hundred wax candles, of three ounces each, to the shrine of the
Virgin, upon my safe anchoring off the tower of Belem." In the evening
he changed his language.

"Now, if that Maldetto Saint Antonio don't help us, may he feel the
coals of hell yet! damn him, and his pigs too; if he has the courage to
do his duty, all will be well; but he is a cowardly