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

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" Ay, oeeause a pockelit hllaldkerchlief is soolner
opened antt shut than a tablectlothl. But I hold
it to be unseamtanlike, to leave ttany vessel without
humanll eyes, alnd tlhose open, to wvatch whethert she
goes etast or we st, north oir south."'" And who i's g uilty of such a deadc-man's
watch >"
Why, they say on t)oartd here, that when it
blows hatrdl you seat the man you call long t'om
by the side. of the tiller, tell htii to keep her headto-sea, and then i)iite all hlands to their night-eaps,
where you all trenain, eomfiortably stowed in your'
hammocks, until you are awakened by the snorint
of your the ImsmlrsEan."'Tis a datnm(ed s(.andalots insinuation," cried.larnstat)le, \\with an in(ligvnation that lhe it tvaitt - attempte{~d to eoneeal. W(ho gives currency to
such a tlib)e Mrl,. Griflith?"
" } had' it of' th ml arine," said hIis fi'iend, losing
tthe archtness that hrad'instittated him to worry his
Colnptanion, in the vaca\nt air of' one wtho; was ea;torless of every tit,; t but If don't b)elieve. hbalf' of
it myst.elft - }t ave no doutibt you all had your eyes
open last nigh.st, wt. atetcve' yolu might 1have been
about this tm>orning."
".AI! this roo-ning! theire was tan oversiglit,
itndeed t But I was sttudyint, a new sign;al- I)o-ok,'l rifflith, that thas a thousnd (l times morte inter est
fir' tme than all tthe buntingtt you can show, fi'om tlet
fI end to thte heel of your nmasts.'
"What! ha've ot foutltnd out the Englishiitln's
pIrivate talk?'
No, tn,) said the othe, strtetching It'th htis
ltand, and grasp)ing the arm of his fi'ietd. " I met,
iast nigh)tt, olne, on ithose citils, whlo has provedl ttrself what I always belii ved t ert to e) antd sloveit (t
fi, at il of (t it' qi tji:mloTht and boldt }) spirit.