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

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as a breeze in the calm latittudes.' As his eye,
however, lassedt along tie deck of the Alacrity, it
cnlcounterted thle shrinking fglure's of Cecilia athd
Katherinett d tta dark shade ot' fdispletasucre crossed
his dec.ent features, while he acldded( io\ is.......
gen-tle men-! T'lle fi' igate of Congress is nxeither a:)all-iroo)ln, nlor a ehurlttc} that is to be tht'onred
s, with I - woli)ft!
A', Ay' ay' mlutttered'Boltrope to his ftietnd the
thaplain, Inow the oli mian -has hauled out his
Jmizzen.: you'll see him ea'rry a weathet helmln! 1Xle
wakett-s t})u about as often as the trades shift thleir
points, and that's -once inI six 0months. But wh1en
there has i)een a neap-tide inl }is temper fbr an)
titme, you're sure t.o find it 0tlowed by a floo0d with
a ventgeante,et us hear' what the fi'rst lieutenant can say' in ltfayout of' his petticoat ttuality!1'
T[ie blusht;ing sky hlad not exhibited a more
fiery glow', tihan gdleamed in thle fine ftice of' Grillith
for a moment; but st ruggYling w\ith his isgust, lhe:11isweV31'(l1 wi\thl bit bttc cm phl)asis....:Y
-l'Twas the pIletasure'of Mr. GOay, sir, to bringxtt
off the prisoneisYA
" Of Mr. (G'raxy!1" repeated t(le calptain, instantly
losing evelry tiace of (displeasure, in an air of acQtliCse:tmicCe. C ome:-to, sirt, on the same tack with
the ship, and I will hastent to order the accontU o-o
dation ladder rigged, to receive our guests!"
Boltlope listene(l to this suddent- alteratio n inr tShe
language of his comliander with suffctienent rwondier; lnor was it unti he.thad shaken his head repeatedly, with thle manner of one who saw tdeeper
t}an his neighltbouti's into a mystery, that he found
leisure to observettt.t...
v vNow, p ars Sl.))se if you held an al.lt-.
1tacek in yourl fist, you'd think you could tell which
way we shall have the wind to-morrow! htut damn