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

THl'E PIL' OT..(':
" Only a \hite one'," returned the calpain
X What do you call this, Miss D)unscombte
"Wet call it bolbbin, siir, generally, in:the
no)rthl" said the, placid tAlice.
Ay, bobbin, or white-itie; they are the svmno,
thing," added the young tt raer.
"'lhey are! I think, tnxvw, foir a piofessiozal
ttan, you know bu t little of the terms of ytour
act:,' observed Borroutghcelifle, wAvith an aflictation
of irony.; " I:lever 1have seeln a yoult}h of yotil
yeats who knew ltess. W-hat names, now, would
you affix to this, and this, and this?"
While the captain. was speakig,, he drew fo::,m
htis,pockets tle several instrumients that the cock-.
swain had mtade use of the prec. edin; ni-ght to secure htis prisoner.,'thlat," exclaimed the l ad, witl the cag:eIIrness
in-Stuff); and this is mnarlfine; andl that is sennit.": itnough, en.ough,"1 said B:orro ughrl"ifie;;" you
tave exhibited suflicient kntowtedge, to conIvince
_Me tjhat you do know something of your trade, and
nothlinr: of theese articles. Mr. (G:fifiith, d(o you
I:aim I this boy?
l believc 1. mutst, sir," said the young sea
ofiicer:, who had been intently listening to thlt
eltxamination. ()n whatever verrand you have
ventured here, Mr. Merryl it is setless to afi: ct
thrth~er coiciainent:.i''
Mertry"-l exclaimed Cecilia 1ilowar(; "is it
yo,)l then, my cousiln are you, too, fatlen into
the io'lerl of your enemies! was it not e -nough
Ithat ^"......'
":'lhte yoounlg btady recovered he.r recollection ill
timel to ssuppress the 1,remaintder c f the sc ntencee,
though thle ratefitl expression 1f Griffith's ey e
t }0e 0)( \Y et' 0 )o | P| ( ]l 1t 8t a8I