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

Name him intt," said( Barnstable, pressing the
shoulder o-n wnhichlt lhe lightly leaned. with a conl.
vi:tsive grasp, that caused tthe boy to yield withl
pain' I name him not, Merry; I wiant my tempet
an(id tmy faculties at tthis momen-lt tndisturbced and
tlinkinllt of th-e retch unfitfs me for myliy dutty. lutt,
ltherte \ill corie) a timet go forwardt si; \ve fe el
the xxin( dnt havel a narrow l)assage to \work
t}r'oug''"
I Jhe boy obeyed a mtandate vwhich was g9ivxn
in tle l ni' prompt mlanner of their plrofeissionl
antl \hich, hie l wel understood, waxs intended to
intimate, that the( distance which years and rank
-h4ad created between themA, but whict Bartstable
(ftiten chose to forget while coilmtunitgr wAit h
ierry, was t'ox', to be reslumedl. The satils had
been loosened anl d set; andt as tle vessel aptproach.-:'d the throat of the passage, the gale, which was
btlowing wvithl itlcreasing violence, begant tt mlatke
a very setsible impression onl the fight htark. The
foekswain, xvho inl the absence of most of the inlt
feriotr offiers, had been acting, onl thle ft'recastle
thfe part of one who felt, friom his years an(i expe-'ielnee, that he had some right to advise, if not fto
command, at'stluc a junletture now walked to the
stationt which his cominmander had taken, near tlhe
helmsmtan, as if' willing to )lace himselft in the \tay
of being seenl.
C Well, Master Coiffin," said Barnstable, who
well understood the proplensity his olt shiptmate
lad to commune wtith him, ot all inpol'rtiant occasions, "t what think you of the cruise lnot
t',hose gentlemen on the hill make a great noise.
itut I have lost even the whistling of their shot
one would think they could see our sails against
ttle b)road band of liglht which is opening to sea-.
ward "