Laura Brayton — page 167: what you’re looking at

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158 LAURA BRAYTON. seaman’s knife, from long habit always ready, was out in an instant,-and before another great rolling sea could wrap them in its slimy folds, the two had drawn an old man—or such he seemed by his white face and gray hairs—back to where there was safety, if there was life. And there Lydia knelt, and while her father chafed the thin, white hands she lifted the head of the senseless man, and from her flask poured stimu- lating spirits between his parted lips. “God is good!” murmured the old captain, for on placing his hand over the heart of the man, he dis- tinctly felt a pulsation there. And he redoubled his efforts, aided by his Aaieh: ter, to restore life and consciousness. In a little — while his eves opened. He exhibited a sense of recognition that he was. preserved, even as by a miracle, Seeing no other one near to claim their aid, the father and daughter lifted the man up—he was not heavy, though so tall—and carried him back to their dwelling. There, with dry blankets wrapped around him, he was soon able to speak. “Am I only saved?” was the first question he asked. “You alone, sir, in the mercy of the Almighty,” said the old captain, reverentially. “To Him be all the praise!” “Amen!” said the stranger, in a JON; fervent tone. Then he added: “It was not written I should perish in the sea. I have prayed and yearned that I might live to reach Baltimore before I died, that there, where I came ~ comicbooks.co