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

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Ilion, deli v't'(' it) s5;0 lO(ret.)tteis a manet;tt' h iut alter
cCagain tsrle hit l lorizoin dthe heavens,tf and0 tthet
~ Youtr prop}'l(cy is idlc th}is ti.ite-, al asteir
(Xin ttl; c\every thit looks like, a deatd calml. This
swellt is \twhat is tItt ti-omlt the last I)low; the mnist
o-'er-tliad is mi:iogtti but the nightly fi:g,t and
YfO c(t l see, with yo0ur ownN1 i t {cs~ the.at it is rtivit.,
iawarttdt-; cvctlllthis lantd1 bt'tczx is notlilltg utt thl:
ail of the gI'roI.iu )mixing with thait of the ocea.ii;
it -is hlat\x xi-itht dew and fokg, u) lt it's aC s slug gish
as a ).tteh galliot,"
-:.'i sir, it s damp, andl thelre is little iof it:"
tijoilni'l1'ot0t;. but as it crieis otnly ftiittn the
shoi rc, so it never?tocs fat r on the watcr. It is huard
to learn the tnc signs of the weather, Capt aii
ltarnstatble atind tlonte ret to knoIV thet.tt etll, II}:it
steh as study little else, o0 fecl but little else,'iere is only O()e vl t o cant see the t \it'ils Of ttheavenl who c \ an telll when a hlurricane is to t)cgin,
or wlic'e it wvill c(lnd Stitll a 1manstl isn't like at
w'hale otr a porlois that takes the air iln his tnos
trils, but te'lvert knol\s w\hetherl' it is a sou0th-eastel'
o' a nort.l-wester tthat lIe feeds tupon. ilook,
broad-otl' to leewa:l sir; se e the streak of tcl-ear
sky stining u etir the mists; s;takfe atn old seala'rinl
iu;utiI' \tword fi)1' it, (4.al)tain Barnsttablet that \whenlt8ever the light shines out of thc tleavenls i} t.hat
fi8shio{,'tis nlv\el (doli ftol1 nthi;lt;.esidCes thle.
sunts set il a dark bank of clotudls, and the little
moon we had wias di-'y anhd Nwindy."'
Ba rnstable listetned at te tt ivcly, andi with itl.
creasing cocern, t'lr he well knew that his cok-ss
swain po(ssessed a quick and a.t lost tilei'tiin juidg..
tntelt of tlhe weathc r, liottwithstandi"ng the confiutsetd