The Blockade Runner — page 6: what you’re looking at

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THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. ee CHAPTER I. THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. ‘Waar are our chances of getting into Wilmington to-night, cap’n ?” ~The speaker, a fine, handsome young fellow of » twenty- -five, attired in a thick pea-jacket, dark blue trowsers and undress naval cap, had just come on the quarterdeck from the cabin of the steamer Foxhound. “ Good,” was Captain Powell’s brief reply. He held his mouth close to the young man’s ear so that the word should not be blown back down his throat. A heavy winter’s gale was shrieking through the rigging of the vessel, and the dark sea was running furiously. She was steaming comparatively slowly, head on to the billows, while Foulweather Tom, the pilot, on whom rested the responsibility of. taking her over the bar, was the picture of anxious watchfulness. The steamer was wrapped in darkness from stem to stern—not the gleam of a lantern visible, and the bin- acle light was completely shaded. “ Tt?s a snorter—this night 1s,” said the young maa presently, turning his back against the wind. GEomicbooks (E) =} fa) 4’ *