The Yankee Champion — page 37: what you’re looking at

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30 THE YANKEE CHAMPION. by their manners, and by the tones of their whis- pers, that they were eager for the onset. Nixon took twelve of his men with him, and enter- ing a boat that lay near at hand, he crossed over to the brick-yards. The old brick-maker was in wait- ing, and it took but a short time to get the old. scow out into the stream. The mats and gunny-bags were all on board, and the kind owner had thoroughly cleansed out the bottom of the craft, so that the men might lie down without soiling themselves. It was a little past eleven o’clock when they reached the little island at the mouth of the river, and here Nixon resolved to stop until nearly mid- night; so the bows were allowed to run up among the shrubbery that skirted the sandy shore, and as soon as she was thus safely grounded, Walter went around among the men to assure himself that every- thing was as it should be. After he was satisfied on this point, he called Baker and Cummings to his side, and crossed over to the eastern side of the island. ‘Ha!’ exclaimed Cummings, who got the first look seaward, ‘‘there she is, waiting for us.’’ Nixon and Baker looked in the direction pointed out, and just over the head of Plum Island they saw ared light which they at once knew must be- long to the brig. They watched it for nearly ten minutes, and from the gradual motion which it made to the southward and eastward they knew that the brig was laying to. | At half past eleven the men were all in the scow again, and once more she was put off. They now had the wind nearly astern, and the old square sail lugged them along after the most approved fashion. “Now, my brave boys,”’ said Walter, as he stood Comicbooks co