The Blockade Runner — page 106: what you’re looking at

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THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. 107 Crash ! The blockade runner siieered with the shock from end to end, and then she flew onward, burying ber nose in the sea, from which, above the shriek of the wind, eame wild cries for help. Then the ill-fated brig was whirled away astern, rolling frightfully, her masts gone by the board, and half-buried in the brine. | Foulweather Tom stopped the engines, orders were issued in quick succession, and then under low head- way the steamer came about, and was headed back toward the sinking craft. She was made out lying a short distance on the weather bow, and fast settling in the water. The crew were seen working the pumps, while jets of brine spurted from the scuppers. “They are sinking,” said the officer of the deck to -Foulweather Tom. TAY ay ; God help them, for we can’t. No boat will live in this sea.” “Terrible—terrible!” exclaimed Mr. Secs sor- rowfully. Every man held his breath and looked in the direc- tion of the brig, fearful less the next surge would submerge her forever. The Foxhound drew as close to the ne craft as she dared. Several life-preservers were cast overboard attached to long lines and allowed to sweep down toward the brig. But before anything could be done the mist settled again over the face of the sea, blotting out the un happy vessel. a a 1 CoOMmicooks C©) 5}