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Identifier: stnicholasserial372dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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ng to and fro, the he knew that help there was none. Holding withdesperate hands to the ladder, he felt the spraysting and the wind cut. The brine in his eyeshalf blinded him; the roaring of the waves deaf-ened and confused him. Abroad over the blacksea sparkled a thousand reflections from the blaz-ing torch above. And ever louder, ever higher,whistled the shrill scream of the escaping gas. Then all at once, as Bucks last strength andcourage seemed to ebb away, he thought he sawa bobbing light far over the ocean —a light thatrose, fell, rose again, as though in the bows of aboat, to seaward. The sight renewed his force. Help! Help! 1062 MAROONED ON SEAL HEAD BUOY (Oct., he hailed with fresh energy. And —did his earsdeceive him?—he thought he heard an answeringhail. He redoubled his cries. In a lull of thewind a faint, far sound bore down to him. Nearerdrew the light. Help was coming! The rest was just a nightmare of cold, wind,pain, and awful fear lest, after all, the boat might
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CAPTAIN BRACKETT STEADIED HIMSELF IN THE BOAT, SVVTNG THE OAKOVER HIS HEAD, AND FI.UNG IT. come too late. How long it lasted, while he heldthe half-frozen Charley with one arm, waved theother frantically, braced himself with his legs in-side the iron rungs of the ladder, Buck couldnever tell. But at last he saw the light near at hand andheard the sharp exhaust of a gasolene-engine.Then he heard a voice, louder than the storm: Drop off, both o ye! I cant come no closer.Drop! I 11 git ye. Look alive, there —she sliable to bust any minute now! There, a few fathoms to leeward, he saw amotor-dory breasting the breakers. Illuminatedby the eery glare of the beacon, he perceived acrouching figure, a figure huge and powerful inglistening oilskins—the fig-ure of old Captain Brackett.The captain held a longoar in his hand. Hesteadied himself in theboat, swung the oar overhis head, and flung it.Buck saw it gyrate, with along, snaking coil of ropeflying after; then it struckthe water not ten f

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