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

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tn the centre of tthe narrow Jpassages. For ten
br(eathless mlinutes loi)er the Pilot continued te
iold ti tn uninterrulted sw\ay, duritng ltiicht the v\esse.l ran tttssiliy by r'itples and lreakeirs, by stretaks
of tObiiat atnd darker passages of (leep water, whel
he threw down hbis trumpl)et alld exclaiined..
IW at tb} 1redteneII t o 1e otur destruction thas
ptroved our salvation l.t..........!-tikei> yonder hill crownled
wvith Wood) one point open1 tfom the church tower
at its base, and steer east andl by north; you vitll
rutn through theseP shoals on that course int) an hour,
and by so doing you will gain five leagtues of your
enemy, who will have to double their ttil."'Ti}e 00momenlt lie stepped flrom tihe gun, the Pilot
lost the air of authority thtat t:ad so sitngularly disittiguishIed tis animated form, and even the close
interest"Ite hlad manifested in the Incidents of the
tday bescame lostt in the cold, settled reserve lie
h-ad aficted duiring hist intercourse with his p)present tassociates. Everly officer int the sthip, after
the breathless suspense of uncertainty had patssled,
ruslted to those places where a view might be
takeln of their enemies(. The Ninety NwN.kas still
steeritng boldly onwV-1ard, and had alrfady tapj
tproached(l the two-ttand-thirty, whuich lay ta help)
less wreck, rolling on the unruly setas that were
rudely tossitng hter on their wanton billows.'X'e
friigate last lt engagted Nwas runnting alongt; the edge of
the ripple, with her torn Msails iying loosely In tlthe
air, her rtagged: spars tottering in tie breeze, and
every thi.ng above helr t hull elxhibiting tthe confiusion of a sudden and unlookedl-for check to haI
progress.'I'h exulttin taunts and mirtf l-tl cowi..tratulations of the seament, as they gazed at tl{e
I-n;g:lish sbhi~ps, werel, hoNwever, soon foigot' tenl i tlhe
atttention tlhat was reqtuire( to their ownvt vessel.
The.j. drumst bheat thte retreat, the guns wNere lashred