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

'ithe midstiii)r an laughed, as he pointed out te
Barnstablet the object of the eockswain's solicitude.
which proved to be a fit ox, quietly rumnltating
tltltt1 a t hedge near' theat
" T'heore's many a hungry fellow aboard of us,"
sai(l the boy meirrily, " who would be glad to se.C
cond lonrg t'olm's mot1ion, if the time and business
would perinit tus to slay the anima1l."
"' It is but a lublber's blow, M-r. Merry," returned( the (eoc-kswain, wnithoutt a nmuscle of his hard
face yieldilng, as h struck tle endl of his htarpoon
violently against tile earth, and then mlade a tmo(ion towards poising the weapon; "let (Capltailn.Barnstable but say the word, and I'll drive t he iron)
through hini to tile quick; I've smelt it to the
seizingt in tma-ny a whale, that hadn't a jacket of
sucth lttlulbr as that fellow wears."
"( Pshaw! you are not on a whaling voyage,
where every tltingt that ofl' Irs is game, I" saitd larntstable, turning himself pettishly saway from tihe
(east,; as if he distrusted his own. fbrbearance
"{ but stand fittt! I see sonme one app)ro'aching, behind the hedge. Look to your arm)S, Mr. M 1erry. thle firtst thing we hleaar may bie a shot."
tNot from that cruiser)) ctried the thoughtless
lad; "he is a younker) like myself, and iwould
hardly diare rmt (lown uponl such a formnidable foree
"aS wNe 1ttmlS.tert.")
" You say tlrue, boy," re.turne(l Barnstable, relinqlishing tlhe grasp he held on his pistol. " le
comlles ton with caution, as if aftaid. lie is simall,
and is in dra}b, though I should hardly call it a leejacket.....and yet lie may be our man. Standt you
both lere, whil e I go and-hail hlitlm."
As IXartnstahle wal kedt rapidly towards tle dhedge,
that in part co(ctoaled(A the strantger, thle lattet
stopped sti(ldenly, and seenmed to be i e doubt