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

betrayed thc: a:onty~ of fietar:} thou"lil htS wNords cx.
)t'resstd: the renewal of' hope, " we shall be al)le to
wvalk to lanld."
I'tiere was One), andt otnly One, t4o whtose
feet the waters were the same as a dry }tdeek "
returned( the cockswtin; " altdt none but suetl
as nave his power1 will ever be able to walk
f'rom tthese rocks to {the sands." The old setaman p)a"used, and tll'utint is eyes, wlich} exhtibitetl a mintlctd exprdession ot f disgust (and coitlnpassion, on hiis (ompl)anion, htle added, wvithe t revetrenee -..( I lad you thout ght rmore of Iint in thit
we ather, your ease wotud be less to be )iiied int
this tempelst."
"I)o you still think there is much danger?"
tasked 1)illon.
" 10. thl.mn that l:tave reason to feia.r death.
Listent dlo you hear that hollow 1 noise beneath
ye?"
t "t'is the tind, ldriving ltby thy e vessel "
1''is the poor thing herstell," said tlhe affectited
eotkswtain, "n giving er last groans.'f'he water
is brealki:t} tip her decks, and it a t'w mintlteis
more, the handso.est model that ever cut a
wave, will the like the chipslthat!fell ftom her titiherls int fiantin"!'
"Why, then, did you remain here!" ceried J)il.Ion, wildly.
c 1'o dtie in my coffin, if it should hle the will
of ()d," rettril'ed Toll. "'.'hese waves, to ume,
are whttt tile tland is to you; I was born onl tlhenl:,
and I h(ave always meant that they shotuld be tlmy
u'"It/t I........ I,l" shricked )ilton.' I am not realdy
to (tie!.. —-. e cllttnnot die!I will not die!)'
"Poor wretch ))! muintered his comipanion