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

66 T111] PIt OT.
"C 1 lthink we 1101( Itotd l own," said (.')lriflith, rons.,,c I thlink we hold our Owl) Said (ownl,01 1t01114
ing arain; " thotturh we had better anchor. itfQ
t10110o, lnll; 4y OU arol.1roadsilde to the4 Sea
T'' l at at t1e wheel 1rc)eate(l his former irteli-ellec(c. ZI! adi sutgest ion, that 11e ttlogllt til
ship "; was gathering stcl'ni-aV'.'' H1aul (I') your' (.o1'urs5,s il'M. (.i;ilitl, said Caplailln'Muntlson 11, ad let us fiel thl:; wvitid."
The rattlng of the blocks wUas sotn hleard, and
the cnorlmous sheets of c anvass tJhat 1t,m f1romt
the ltx, twr yards N'ere't instantly stsp1(ded int tlle
brails." When this changc.ve was ef!li'eted, all on
boart stood silent and hbreathless, as if ext )el ting
to lealln their fate th the y t e sult Several contIadietory op:inions x e re, at length, hazaded aamong
the ofhlce. rs, whewn (li:-,tttlth seized the candle from
thie lantern, d't spr)inging 0on (iiC of tile g,.Ss
1ield it on hti.hl, exposed to tile action of' the ai'.,
The little flamte waved, with uncertaint glimt ert'ing, ior a mottmen t, and then blmrnted stcatil, in a
tinte with thte n astst. (txritifilh was athbout to hlotwer
his extett1 (l14 a1111, I wh eti, fieeting a sligthit sensattiot
of coolness on tie; hlaidl, 11 ImaP sed, andC thre lig;lht
i*rnedi slowly towardls -the landf, a1 tt, fit kere(t,
and fin tallvy dtesert ed~ thle \wiek.
" L.,ose nott a nomnent, *Mr. G(riftith)" cr ied the
pitlot "aloud;{ clew u tland ft lfI evetry thing h}tt
yo.1' tre top-sails, and le tt theim be double-r'eefld.
-Now is t}he {tir te' to fulfil yourt p'onlise.,'
The'yotti1n tittai )at1;1(t (4110 tnoiient, it) astonishtmr a t, tlef ltl dIistit tst toetts ot 1tthe sttanTrer
struck lhis cars so tlu nex).ectedly; utit turninr Ittil is
cpyes to seaward, le l a Sfpla on t lte (ldeck, (and }pro
teeded to obey the ordert, as i ifeli and deat h:e.
pended on his despatclht.