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

sitable, bitterly; "shaltl we shoutler ouX dozer
pikes, and tearry Entglantnd by tboarding?",
w We 1may not lay the whole island under contribution," continued the boy, anxitously w-atchling
thie Cexpresssio1n of his cotmanderls eye; b lmit
we Imly still keep outOrselves i work, util the
cutter returns f'loml the frigate. I hope, sir, youl
do not think our ease -so desper:ate, as to intend
yielding as prtisoners."
" Prisoners B'" exclaimed the lieutenant; ('no,
no, lad, it hats xnot got to thtat, yet! i Enoglawlnd has
been able'to: wr\eck mty craft, I must cotcelde, I)mit
she has, as yet, obtained no other advantaIge
over us. She w\'as a precio.us model, Merry! te
cIeanest ruhn, a'nd the neatest entrance, that art
ever tunitel on the stem and stern of the samelt0
vesselt)o! you remember the time, younker,
when I gav e het II fiigate my top sails, in be at ing
outt of the C(hesapeake? I aould atlways (lo it, in
smooth water, with a whole-sail-breeze.. But she
was a a fti.it thing! a f ait thi1ng, boy, and could
beatr bt little,"
" A mortar ketch N would ]have t0hutmped to pices
wh-ere she lay," retttrnd the midshipmnan.
"cAy, it was asslkl-lng too much of her, to expect
she could hold together on a ) bed of rocks. Mlerry,
I loved her; (lealy d: lovel her; lshe sas my
frst cotalnd., and I knew and l ovted tevery timber
xMd bolt in herIu bealutifult frame "'
C 1t believe, it is as natural, sir, for a sealman to
lov( the wood and i ron int whlich lie has floated
over tihte depths of the oceant) for so 1t11many (days
anzd niglts," rejoined. tie boy, " as it tis for a
fither to love the memlbers of his own f tinily."
" Quite, lte, ay, more so," said Barnstable,
sp)eakiilg as if hle twere eoked by emotiotn.
Mery felt the. hleavy grasp of the lieutlenfant on