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

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tavet, and shot, at oncel(:, fi-oml its boisterous ptas.
sage along the margit of tit('e ittakers, into the
placid waters of' lte sctjuesterel bay. t t)'l The ptsintt blasts were still heardl ushiltng above' the }igh
lands that sttrotundedl, and, ill fact, form'dt tt he
estuary, but the p)rotfound stillness of deep nigIht
petrvaded(l theC secret recesses, along the unrufflt e(
sur$tlface of its waters.''he sl:adows of thle hill s
seemed to have accumulated i like a mass of'
gl)om, in the centre of the batsit, and thoullhtg
every,iyc involuntarily turned to search, it was
in vain that the anxious seamen endeatlvotured to
discover their little vessel through its den:ait>'.
While the boat gli(led into this q(uit stictne, -Bari'stable anxiously observed'1.
iC,'elry thing is lts still as deat\h.:
" (-:od sent it it s not the stillness of deathi'
ejacullated the cocktswain. " leite, here," he continued, Speakingr in a lowNcr tone, as if fearfiul of
being overhea't rd, "lere she lies, sit', umore. toport; oIok into the streiak of clear sky above the
tmaItsh, ont the starbtoard hand of the wood therel'
that lohng bla{ck line is her mlain-top-mast.; I
know it by te ralke; andl there isi }er night-pennant fluttering about that bright star; ay, ay
sit, t.here o out' O town sta11s lof. yet, t(ancigl
~tinonig the stars in thte licavens!t tt bless lhert I
(;ot ble.ss t er! she rides as easy it d -as quiiet as a
gull asleep!'
I beflieve all iln her sleep too,'' returned his
cornmlantder. " t [a! by heavten, w have arrived
itt tfod time: t: the soldiers are movitt t!'''tile tquick eye of Ilarnstab)le had dtete(ted the
ittimtel tiig: of patssitng lanteirnas, s they ilitted
tc:'oSS th t., etlbratl'suretS ()of tll t t tteCry, and at dlw
netSt momtelntf the tarded but tdistinct soriiis ot
an active bustle, ont t:le delcks of the schlootner.