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Identifier: outing55newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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smack inter alighthouse an sunk it an ourselves, thelighthouse bein the long, seegar-shapedthing Id seen goin down arfter theship. Well, Zebalon, I says to myself,1 youre shore gone this time, an as Ispeaks, a idee hits me. Now I dont THE WRECK OF THE ROBERT E. LEE 109 know if youve heered it, but ile has thehabit uv calmin the wildest kind uvwater. So thinks I to myself, if you kinjest git to where the ile ran outer thelighthouse, Zeb, youll be saved, an Istarts off swimmin to where I thinksthat lighthouse uster be. So I thrashes long through thestorm an dark till pretty soon some-thin bumps inter me. Reachin out a So away we goes climbin over themwaves jest as youd climb over a bunchuv hills, an then we rises on a big onethat aint got no pardner rollin up tomeet it. Instid it goes right down intera sort uv valley—all thick an still anshinin with ile—with the waves risinround it like a wall. Fact is, its jestlike a lake youd see in the mountins,cept its mighty greasy an is movin
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STARTS PROWLIN AROUND THAT ICEBERG ONTIL RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF ITI COMES ACROSS A HOLE. hand, I finds its a man, an the lightninflashin up jest then shows me its Pri-vate Hankins. Hes pretty weak anfull uv water, but bein an officer Iknows its my dooty to save him evenat the risk uv my own life. Likewise Iknows I has to git him to take notice,an to take it mighty quick. So I yells out, Tention, cum-pny! an he comes straight up on hisfeet through force uv habit. Fixbanits! I yells, an he starts fumblinfor his gun, which uv course he aintgot, it bein at the bottom uv theocean. Charge! I yells, an startsoff toward that ile, with him follerinclost behind me. long like a railroad train count uv theforce uv the wind. Well, me an Hankins slides downinter this lake, an for a while we dontdo nothin but jest lay still an ketchour breath. Arfter a while when wesrested, I asks him where the rest uv thecompny is. All drowned, I reckon, says he.1 I was leanin over the bannisters draw-in a bucket u

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