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

$ytV certain low intttimatiotns tihat tthey were sulffimg pain, under the rough manipulation of dthei
t 0 F PI Ql't t 0l t';
" What's that " crtied a steit)n Voice, w) hose.
boyish tones s(eemed t oo to mock te aitr of authorit
thtat Ntwas assutted by the sp:)eak(rel —' h0's t) it I
sayi raistingf that cry among ye?"'t'he wilful young man slosly'removed his two
IatIans fitomtl the'"woolly polls of the slaves,.Ait as he
atult'red thern to fill reluctantly along their sabkle.
temple'Cs, hlie gave the ear of one of the blacks a
twveak that caused( him to givrCe vent to anothe.tr ery,
thiat: was uttered with ta much greater co:tfitdence
of symln)athy than belre.
( )o ye hear, there i" repeated:Merry......V.. \ who's
ky-larking with those negroes?"
"1'is no one, sir," the sailor answered with affected graNvity i; "o Itt of the' pale fihebes has hit his
shitln againslt a co-web, and it has madoe his elat
" itarkyfe, you v Mr.i 3 iJack Joker I howV came you
in thle midstl of the pl'4risonCreLs? did not I ord(er yol
line?"
"Ay, ay, sir, you (lid; and I obeyed orders as
longt, as t couldt; ) but these ql iggarst hlave made tlle
i ht s(o dark that I lost my way "'
A low laugh l)apsse(d throuhll tte confisced crowd
of sseamen, and evenf (l the midshipmlan mighlt have
b-een indullgintg himself in a simsilar manner at this
specimen of 0quainttt humour fri)omtl the fellow, whoI0
was one of those licensed men that art to )be fortld
tin (ery ship. At ln t gthi -
We!l sir," he said, " you have trfound out yotur
false reckoning nowt so get you battck to the pltace
whe1):re, I hbid you stay.':,
": Ay, ay, sit', I'm g a tho blun.er
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