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

465 THE PILOT.
both maintaiinig the most rigid and dignified si.
tence, Ihlloutrth ttttlder tihe influence of very bitter
feefinvs liehiand tthese again, and j)ressing as nighI; jossiblc to Ien': un1cle, was Miss I toward, leanin)g oil tim ar{i ot Alice.)unsscomhe, atnd surrounded by the female domestics of the establishm(en*
of St. Rttth. J4lttherinie tl:'Iowideii lno'veal ligIitly
by ]herselIf in the shatdow of this group, with elastict ste)s, but with} a maiden coyness, that taught
her to veil hmer satisfaetion withI the semblance of
caj)tivity. BarlnstIabte wtatched her movements
witl d(elight, within six feet of her, but submitted
to the air of caprice in his mistress, which seemled
to reqtuire fthat lie should appiroach no'nearer
(Griffith, avoiding the direct line of the pa:'ty, walk.
ed on its skirts in suchlt a situation lint. his eye
couldt conitniatnd its whole extent, in order, if nue..
cessary, to direct the mnovemetnts, Another body
4f' thte marines matrched(1 aJ the close of the proees,
5i(:ti) a1ri{d Manual, in peirtso',, brotilght tiJp the rear'The nmusdic had ceased by ommandandn kId nothin!
was now audible, but the regular tread of the so.
diets, with tllhe sighs of the flying gale, iitelr'i1)tel
occasionally by the voice of an. officer, or t'he hun",
oflow dtialogtu.le.''This has been a Sotch prize that wl e've ta
ken," muttered a surly old seaman; "a ship tithout head-raney or cargllo.! TJhere was kitchten
timlber enough in the old jug. of. aI aliace, to have
ive:n) an outfit in crockery andt l tnee-d1bucklesI to
every ladJ in the sh hip; buti'to! let a ma In's mnonth
wateLi ever so tmnuch fbr ftood atnd raiment, datnimtle,
if the officers iwould give him leave to steal even
so good a thin"' a s a spareBible"' You may, say all that, and then make blut:a
short yarn of the truth," returned the messmate.
who walked by his side;" if there had been su}c)