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

ittet c(. A llt com-nltd of th}e t(boat was ren(dre(t1 impossible, by} the nuimbteoS it Coiitrtil as
welltt as the. lragi)ng of ttel sturf; and, as it irosne 0n
the white crest of a wave, loln saw lis I} lotttv
little crafit for thte last time. It fell intto a tiromt b
of the sea;, anid i' n a ifew mometts more its fi'g.menits vweire g'(round into splinters on tlt a(ljacentit
rock's.'the coeckswain still remainel w'here he.
had ctast o:ff the rope, and beheld the nurlltotls
heads and arms tltt ap)pet'ared( risint at slhort inteivails on the waves; some tttaking l)owert(i'tl and
well-directed eflbrts, to gain hle satnds, that weltre
beolmilng visible as the tide fettll and o'thers
vildly tossld, in the fratttic mlovemlents of helplcss
despair. The honest old seamttan gavei a cry of
oy, a; te saw lt3arn1sttable issue hornl the surt,
(eartin"g (the forni of:Merry in safety to the sands'lwherC, )te b one,) several st anien soon at-ppeared
also, d(rit))int andi exhlausted. Mlany others of
the criew were carried(l in a sitilnar manelit, to
p)laet(s of sal'ty; ttholtgh as l'ont returtned to this
seat on the hb\owsptrit hIe could not conceal, fi0om1t
his reluctantt eye\'s,) the litfeless i'orms that wer'e,
in othCe' spots, drivxn against the roc1ks with ta
fitry that soon left tthen but few of the outwlart
vestiges iof uittmanit'y.
Dill.ton and thet 3 cock;swain were now tlhe sole
oeutpantts of their dre(fadful station. The ftt'tmei stood, in a kind of stupid ldespair',; t ittess
of the scen e wie havxe related; but as his eur-'iled blood began again to flow more twai'mly
through his lieart, ie erept close to the side of
Tlomn wvitd} that sort of selfisht ftcling that makes
Oven hopeless inisetry more lcr? able, whel ettllurad in participation wtith ainother.
" Whel tile tide talls,' he saidf in a voice th-al:32