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

THIE PIL(T. 521
"' Ont that we n.ay cautelate; butt I have lived
tthrough whole days of bloodshed y! t OseCem not
one to quail at the sight of an enemtly."
( Le1t tmie proclattil your name1t1l to the lentl
satmi (4rifith;'tvhill t(uiekent their bt ood, andl at
such a moment, bhe a host int itself."
" lthey wantt it it.t, r eturned thle Pilot, cheek-t
int thle h iasty zeal of the other with his hand. " I
wotld be notlnt. iced tunless I alm known "1(as becoames
mte. I will share your dangetr, but wouIl(d not rob
you of a tittle of your glory. Shotuld w\e come, to
a' grapplte," lie continued, while a smtile of consciots pride gleattel across his face, " I Nwill give
foitlh tim word as a wtar-cry, anl, believet me, these
ngltish will quail betolreit!"
rif fit ith tetd t: le to the st. ranger's will, mdt
aflter they Iad deliberated furtbher on the nature of
their evolutions, he gave }',is attention again to the
natnageieiit (of tihe v'essel. 1T"he fitrst olbject which
met his eySe o turnitg firom the Pilot vwas Colon.el
I oward, pftac!ithi e (quarter-deck with a odetr-:min1ed blrow and t a haughty mientt, as if already i
the enjoymenlt of that triumpli wh\llich )now seemled
certainii.
I tfear, sir)," said the yountg man approachintg
tinll ith ressp)ect,'that )'you will soon tind tlhe
deck(I unpleasant and dangetrous youmr wards
" MAention not tthe unworthy term 1: interruptted
the colotel. What greater pleasure can l-tere be
th.ait to itihale thle odour of loyalty that is wtafied
frmil yonder floating towert of th1e ]king.!-. A nd dtan-t
gert t yu know but little of old (George t-]oward,
young an, ia f you thlili he w-otld fot thousandst
miss sfeeig'that) st sytnbol of rebellion levelled before the flag of lhis Mjesty."
" If that be your wish, Colonel Howard,"t re