Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 52: what you’re looking at

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46 Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. . ‘*A moonless sky, and a cloudy night, A bright lookout for the signal-light, And hey for the King’s embargo! 2 A barrel to broach, and a gauger to fight— A blood-red stain on the sea-sand white Is all you will find of the cargo.” He had a grand, deep voice which went rolling away along the slimy levels we were traversing, and lost itself at length in the white wreaths of mist through which the ris- ing moon shone dimly with a scant and sick- ly light. The moment he ceased singing, a long, shrill cry, like that of some obscene night-bird, came floating from far away, and pulling up his horse he raised his voice in an answering cry. ““Now, my lad,” he said, when this un- doubted signal had again been answered from the distance, “keep your weather eye open, and sail in my wake as closely as ever you fol- lowed your mother to the church, for we’ve run into the bad road, and if you drift a handspike from the channel you’ll be out of soundings, and booked for a wet dock till the crack of doom.” That this warning was no idle threat to comichbooks.com