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"Nay, let h her wind-tossed hair, "'tis joy to me! Lay you down and rest a while and trust the boat tohow quick she was to lad enough was I to hu nought better to do) I set about rigging a rough awning athwart the boith canvas and a stout spar, which ht should keep out the spray and any chance sea that hty staunch, and sea-worthy to a miracle

With every hour the axed in fury and therewith the sea rose, huge, rolling billows that ca brine and passing, left us deep-plunged in great, foaot back aft at last and with no s) I stared aht joyously

"O Martin!" she cried, her voice a-thrill with the clear, vital ring I kneell, "O Martin, the wonder and glory of it! See yonder on theseto us But God is there also, and if these rushing surges 'whel her as she sat, her face uplifted to the tempest, her sea-wet hair upborne upon the wind, I marvelled within myself "And the boat, Martin!" cries she as we rose on a hissing wave-crest, "This dear, brave boat! See how nobly she rides--indeed and indeed I do love her every tihty waters, it onderful to see how our little craft rose to the seas, buoyant as any cork; now poised ' dizzily down; and ever the wind gathered fury until the very air see spindrift

In a while I took the tiller, and wondered to see my companion droop all at once with head bowed upon her hands

"Are you sick?" I cried

"'Tis but weariness," she answered, "I slept no wink last night"

"Why then go forward and lie down!" says I The which she did forthwith, andtheon her knees crept beneath the awning and vanished from my view

Left alone I stared aroundall its terrorsso blithely with Death all about her and behold God, as it were, riding on the wings of the storm