Laura Brayton — page 163: what you’re looking at

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154 LAURA BRAYTON. CHAPTER XXXII. “aM I ONLY SAVED?” “It’s awful—but what can we do, Liddy—what can we do but pray for ’em?” | This was said by a fine-looking old gentleman, who, with a girl evidently young, yet with every erace of a tall and lovely form developed, knelt by — his side in the light-house tower at Cape Hatteras, looking at the dismasted hull of a great ship sweep- ing in helplessly on monstrous waves, before an eastern gale, toward the wild breakers which tossed their white. waves up almost to the black clouds which seemed to stoop to meet them. With a large spy-glass resting on an iron rail the beautiful girl watched the sea, and how it was toss- ing that ship on in its utter helplessness toward cer- tain destruction, and from time to time told the keeper—who was her father and had been himself asea captain—what with the naked eye he could not see. “She has gone to the south’ard of the outer shoals,” she said, “but by the drift she now makes she’ll be sure to fetch up on the Diamond.” “Maybe not, Liddv, maybe not. You know that little deep channel which I found when I was out there in a calm, fishing, that they’ve called the Gardner Channel ever since, after me? There’sa strong tide makes in through that, and it might draw her clear of the rocks yet.” “It is ebb tide, not flood, father. And no matter comicbooks.co