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"They'd not be at sea, Peterson They must be in so Key there's such an inland

lake"

"It's beyond the channel, o slow, and that faithful unseen Cyclops, on whose precious engines

so much depended, obeyed and presently put out a head at his hatch,

quickly withdrawing it as a white sea caht can't be a thousand

er ht--that's the trouble And now--good God! There she

goes!"

With a jar which shook the good boat to the core, we felt the bottom

come up from the depths and s crawl The waves piled clear across our port bow

as ung And so we hung, the gulf piling in on us in our yellow

rimmed world And at the lift and hollow of the sea we rose and

pounded sullenly down, in such fashion as would have broken the back

of any boat less stanch than ours

Here, in an eye's flash, was danger tangible and real I heard a

shriek from the cabin aft, and called out for them all to keep below

and keep the ports closed Peterson had the power off in an instant,

and swung her head as best he could with the dying headway; but it

only put her farther on the shoal