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

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rjttivicring notes of theo twhis tl were aa-in succ(ed
otd by a!t!enral stillness ili the vessel.
"' X\i\tat. is to t}e donte now:, sir "' coottintued the
lieute:n.lt'ant s hal Nwe ttrif' te antchor? There
seems tintI a breath ofl air, atlld as tlhe tie ttlruns
sltack, dotubt whether thte seat (l not heave tle
slilp asihore'."'lit}ere'was so muel.obvtolls truth in tti8s cohlt
jt.:itulre, that all eyes turned firom tlhe light and
animation atlrded t by thte decks of thle frigate, to
look abroad t ont tlie waters, in a vain desire to
pierce thle d.arkness, as if to read the Lfto of their
at}pparenttly devoted.sh'ipl), friom tlte a"spectt of naI" leav. all to thte p3ilot," said the captain, after
he t.had stoot a sthort time by the side of (-'riffith,
antxiou"sly st udyintt, thle hteavenls arnd the ocean.
W'9hat say yot r ( ray "
I'tic aviat" who Nwas, thus, first addrdessed by name,
twas leaning over the bulwarks, with lhis eyes b:,ent
inl thel sae sa directtion (as the of lers; o}ut as hle answered, hel turned {his ftae towards the speaker
atid the light from the dce(k fell fill upon his quiet
teatuttres, whieh exhibited a caltmess },ordeit'riig on
the supernatural, considerin:~g hts station andt reSl)posibilityr
"'Plwe re? is itmuch to fetaSr firom this heavy gound(
swell,") he said) in t}he samte unmoved tonties as be
forett; { butt theite. is certain destruction to us, ift the
galet that is brewing in the east finds as vs aiting its
fury in this wild anetlhorage. All the hemnp1) thloat
vwas ever' spunl into Fordwage would not hold a ship, hour, chafing on these fockts, with a northi-caster
loturtng its fury on lher. If thei p(i)twe-'s of man call
compass it, gentlemen, we must get ant offing, an
tflat stc, di'ty.'
{" Yout say no moret(, Si', thanll the yournget.st ltboy