The Yankee Champion — page 126: what you’re looking at

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“sa we CHAPTER XIV. THE SLOOP-OBP-WAR. The second morning that dawned after the cap- ture of the store-brig found Walter Nixon in his berth. He had been on deck most of the night, having been called up by the appearance of a gail which was coming down from the northward, and which proved to be nothing but a Plymouth fisher- . man that had ventured out. The brig was bound directly for Newburyport, and heading west-nor’- west, with the wind northeast, and not over seventy- five miles from the coast. Nixon was suddenly aroused from an uneasy, wakeful slumber by the hum of hurried voices on deck, and in a moment more Cummings came into the cabin. . | | _ “What's the matter?” asked the captain, leaping from his berth and smoothing down his vest. He had not undressed. ‘““There’s a sail in sight to the southward.”’ “Perhaps it’s the one that run down last night.” “No, sir; she’s standing this way.’’ ‘‘Have you made her out?’’ “Yes. ‘She was hull up when the day broke. She’s a sloop-of-war, and British, of course.’’ “Zounds! that’s bad!’’ uttered Nixon. ‘‘How does she take the wind?”’ “She’s a little free on the starboard tack.’ ‘And running for us?”’ “Yes. She’s coming up rapidly.” By this time Nixon was ready to go on deck, and THE YANKEE CHAMPION, We 900 (@) ‘S €oO * 7a “4 f we me ¥ — oe . ! b's 3 _