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

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obsere(lt by the Iyoung tme to tvinlt, wlhen
theluy returne'Ld into the state apartment, and they
ap)proached theil \woutlted coiralde to apolo)gize
tt' tirhIe seemit II rl et that thein onduelet thadt tt is.
t; I heard you were hurtt, B1oltrotpe," sai( Crilf
tth, takting him tkindly by the h-andtt; but as I
kt0w you alre not 1lttunuse(l to being marked by shot,
I trust we shall soon see you r agt ain on deck,:' y ay,'' returnted t-he master, " you'll wa.t
tno spy-glasses to see the old hullk as you tlaunehl it
into the sea. I have hlad shots, ts yott say, before
n}OW5} to y tetar my. runi getat, t nd e ven to knock ai
splinter out of some of' my timlbers, but this flj tlow
has fiutnd his way into my bread-room and the
cruise of lifet is up!"'
Surely the ease is not so bad, honest i)avid,"'
8aid 3arnsttablett you have kept afloat, to my
Cknowledlge, withi a bigger hole in your skinl than
this unlucky' hit h. as made t"
" Ay, ay," returned the master, " that was nin
my upl)per workst where the doctor tould get at it
with a plug t s; hut this chap has tknocked awt tty txthe
shiftifng-boards, and I feel as if the whole cargo
Nwas brokern upl).-Youtl ay say, tthat'ltournique
riates ime all the santei as a (lead mit ant, ot' tafter
Imoloking ait the shot-hole, he hat s turnled It e ovet r to
the l'parson here, like a piee of otld junk wh ich is
only lit to be w rked up int o somethinfg tneT.
Captain. Munttson had a lucky timpe of it!1 I think
yout saidl, Tlr. (Gtrilfith, that the old gentlettan was
launeched ov,?erbjoart d with every thing sta-ttting lI a(l
ttlt l)eath made but one rap a t his door, ti)for
lie toolk his leave!)''" His entd was.ndced stIudden returned Grif.
ith; "i but it is wh.at e seamen must ex peet.'
And for which therte is so mutt the oro