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

sight of it always makes hm1e feel uncomforttable,
untless we have the wind dead off shore."
A l! Ah Tom, you are a sensib)le fellow," said
Blarnstable~, witih an air half comic, half seriotsS
" But \se llust b)e moving; the sun is just touching those clouds to sea-ward, and God k ep) us
ftiom riding out this ilght at anchor in such a place
tas this?
Latying his hand onl a protection of the rock
above him,) Barnstable swung himself forward, and
following this movement with a desperate leap or
two, he stood at once on the brow of the clit l'Iis
cockswain ver y deliberately raised the midshipman after his oflicer, and l)proee(lintg with mxore
caution, It less eon, eertion, he soon ptaced himself
by hins side.
When they reacheld the level httind, that lay
above the &lilfs, and began to inquire, with curious
and wary eyes, into the surrounding seenery, the
adventurers discovered a eultivated country, dividetd, itn the usual malner, by hedges and walls.
Only one habitation for maunl howeveto, alnd that
a s'mall dilalapidated cottafge, stood wvithinl) a mile of
them, most of tihe dl hllvenls bein e a placed as thr as
conveltientle ould permit, fitom the fogs and damtps
of thle octtan.' Hoere see ns to be neither any thing to a)ppr,ehend, nor the obecet of our search," said Barmstable, when lie lhad taken the whole viewv in his survey; " I feat'e whave handed to no purpose, Mr.
Meltrry What say you, tong Tom; see you what
we want "'
I i see no pilot, sir," returned thle cockswain;
"but it's an ill wind that blows luck to nobody
there is a mouthfutltl of fresh} meat stowed away
under that row of bustles, that would make a
double ration to all hands in the Aril.1")