Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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———<—— ee COC err—( Ct + 20 THE WRECKER’S DAUGHTER. only don’t let a land-shark in; ef ye must marry let it be a good sailor boy.” , “Oh, daddy, don’t talk that way. You'd better not go out; if it’s bad for me it is for you; don’t risk it, father.” No artist ever put upon canvass a scene like that of that twilight on the Jersey shore, The sleety rain had ceased to fall"for the time being, but the wind rushed in from the ocean with a sullen, -steady while the surf thundered on the sands with a noise Py ee the shouts of human voices, ‘ unless pitched in their highest key. The flames of the beach- fires were borne out in horizontal lines, like banners, their red glare casting a weird illumination upon the groups of strange- ly-clad, rough wreckers, and out upon the tossing foam and billows. The sky was black as the sea over which it hung. The ship was invisible, only an occasional gun, scarcely known from the booming of the waves against the shore, markipg her whereabouts. Hardy Joe, with his picked crew of six men, was hauling his boat into the surf, while, so close to them that the firelight showed the foam creeping about her an- kles, stood his adopted daughter, watching every move- ment. - “ Look! look!” she was the first to cry. At that cry,even Hardy Joe hauled back his boat, and waited for the coming of the event. A ship’s boat was seen, - tossing like a feather on the billows, having now gained the _ radius of the beacon-fires, so as to be visible. With a great shout the wreckers seized the ropes and rushed out upon the beach, absolutely heedless of the danger to themselves of be- ing swept off by the rebound of the waves. A dozen men had ropes tied about their waists which were held by com- rades, while they stood waist-deep in water, where the next billow would tumble entirely over them, waiting, with in- tent eyes, to drag the boat ashore, when she came within reach, Or to-grasp her occupants should they be washed over- It seemed an hour, though it was not over ten minutes, be- fore the boat was swept into their very hands, and they, as well as the crew, landed on the beach in the mosty fashion. But eager help plucked them out of the hissing foam, and the dread undertow of the glossy waters sucked EComichooksscom ~ a