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

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Slle your fates thi5s way1, Itgentiemten' he ta(ld.
ed;' theret don't you tthink tlat a siglt to put
Out the hbitacle tlamps? there's ttrktness visible
fior ye P'
"Let: the II flars alone,'' grumbled one of' the
morte( aged stpetakers; what are ye sky-larkirlgt
with thle like of theiln f l? the toext thing thet'i
sintg outI, a: d ihen you'll hear one of ithe ofie.:l r
in \yotlr wake'iL. For l- pairtt, Nick, I cant see
hy} it- is lhai t \Ce keep dotdgintg alon" sl iore Iele,
w\ith less thtlan ten fatithomts utndec us, wletn, hb
stretching into the brotad A.tlantic,: we mightt ftal in
with a jat naii a.-mta, e. very $ay or two, and have
s;lugMr hogsheads, and rum puntheotms as ptlenty
aboard us as aha.rd fiare Iis o, "
It is all l,,vinneg o l}"mt Pilot," rettrtncd the
other; "t r d't ve see,'if' there wIs n0 bott:oem, there
would ie no l.ilols. T:is is a danger-ous crn'lisintg
ground, wthe' re \we stretch into five fhtttoms,: lttd
tlthn ditop our leat d o a Sanld-spit, or' a'trock Be::1: -:,
sideS, they miae iithilt.)work of it. ttoo If twe Ihad(
dafy:light fin' fotim'tr in ihou rs inst.t eid of seven, a mha tn
ttight trts tst. to cfint his way ftr tIhe- other tel)."
Now, at't y. vta ctoupll i of 1(1M hoilse marines i"
againt ilterir upted thle xVOe oitr sailor'; " don't yotl
see:t:. at: (C.l'tgross "waitls lts to Ct t i!p,ohntnty:3tll'
coasters, and that old Bhtow Il H arId has tSund the
day's too shomt tbo his business,'and so lie has land.
l.a ptarty to get hold of' night. Here we hiave
timi and wh en we ge t off' to the slip, we shlall
ptl him tundeir h ateIhes, a4tnd thenl you'll see tlhe
fi:ce of' tihe still ai Com e, my lilies let t-ese
two gentlelncm) look o into your cabiti wvindows..
whatt? vou woim't 1 T helln I romust squeeze ve'oM
WOhlem) iiglit-a(ps f( ll' yt i e
tt 11 nroes, who h iad heeml sutlting to h.is
h unMoIIu'rs with the abject humnility of s1avery, now