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Identifier: ForeststreamXXVIA (find matches)
Title: Forest and stream
Year: 1873 (1870s)
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Subjects: Periodicals Hunting Fishing Outdoor life Sports
Publisher: New York, N.Y. : (Forest and Stream Publishing Co.)
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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of a gun, spinning along on her side,gunwale to, and turning up the seething waters like a plow doesthe sod, she escaped all damage and did not ship more than a bucketfull the whole trip. I had given her an extra length of painter anddoubled the parts and lashed the oars to the thwart. The gale outside had been nearly S. E., and when the capes of theChesapeake were opened, the full effect of the ocean swell madeitself felt in a way which boded literally the engulfing of the Coot.Huge rollers poured In and grew steeper and steeper, their heavymasses breaking in seas of boiling foam as they tumbled in upon theHorseshoe shoal, which the Coot had reached. It would have beentoo far out of the course, and more than boat and myself couldstand to trim in sheet and head up to round the tail of the Shoe, bowe were obliged to cut across inside the Thimbles light. This droveus over some 8 and 9ft, spots and into 14ft. generally. For six miles the Atlantic rollers were breaking in an endless boll
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of foam. They would rise so steep and thin as to hecome a trans-parent ?reen. Then with a crash, after a moments poise, the topswould tumble and sween along with hurling force and rapidityimpetuous streams of hissing froth. These would lift the Cootunder her haunches, propellingher along on the wave front as thoiurhshe were a feather. They would force her nose down and under,till she burled stem, mast and even up to the cabin house Shewould then screw out with iresistible force and broach to. rollinir towindward into the next hollow with such a swing that a capsize towindward impended. The boom would be whipped half way up themast and drop with a thud that was like the report of a gun andsend my heart into my mouth for some immediate disaster on thecanvas and sheet. I certainly was frightened, but not fright in the ordinary senseReason told me that such a state of affairs could not last. The mar-gin of escape was too narrow not to bo crossed sooner or laterTime and again I managed to

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