The pilot: a tale of the sea. By J. Fenimore Cooper.

assistanc hle occasionally reccive m frtom his cock.
sivain, whose p'od(igious strengt~h, and great len dth
of limbs, enable(l him to make exertions whticht it
would have b een useless for most men to attempt.
Whenl \within a few feet of the summit, they tavaile
themselves of a rnojeeting rock, to pause foi conl
sultation and breath;t both of which seermecd hec
cessary foir their fuirther movemelnts.
" This wvill. be but a badl p)lace olr a retreat, if
wve Sotuld happen to fhit int with enemuics,) said
Barnstable. ~ Where are we to look for this pi.-'lot, ifMr. Merry, or how are we to knotw himt; and
w\vhat certainty hiave you that le will not betray
T!ej qu(ttestion you are to put to him i's written
on this Mbit of papelr," returned the boy, as. he
handed the other the Sword of reeognition; "( w
made 8 the signal onl the point of the rock at yon
headland, but as lie must have seen our boat, he
will ifollow usi to this place. As to his bet taying
us, lhe seems to have the confidence of C(aptai
nfttlson, iv'ho has kept a bright look-out for him
ever since Nw made the lalnd,"
(" Ay," muttered tihe lieutenant, " and I shilall
thave a b1ight look. out kept on him, now vwe are
onl the land. I like not this business of huggilng
thie shore so closely, nor have I Imu1ch faith it) atny
traitor. What think you of it, Master Coffin?"'The hardy ol0d seaman, thus addressed, turned
Its grtave visagfe on his commander', and repliedt
with a becoming gravity.( Give me a iplenty of eca-roolm, and good can.
va.ss, ~where( there is no occasion for p)ilots at -ll.
sir. For my part, I as bIorn onl board a chelbac
co-1an,1 a1nd never could see the tuse of more land
thatn t1now andr titch a 8tnall island, to rai-se a 7few6
vegetables, and to dry your fish. I'm sure tlh