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will take to the boat, and see if—if—-” THE BLUE CLIPPER. ing along, some fellow was out in a skiff spying upom us. The raseals swim like fish, and have made bad work with my nen! How many have you picked up?” = “Not one as yet; but here is Mr. Clare,’—stating how he found him. “Have you seen any thing of my daughter?” Clareanx- iously inquired. A “No, sir. Good God, has she not yet been found ?” | *“ No,” groaned Clare,“ my poor child must have been drowned.” - “ She may have been brought ashore,” suggested the lieuten- ant; “Jet us. examine the ground. It is soft, and we may discover her tracks.” | A keen search was instituted, but no sign of the girl could be found. Mr. Clare’s heart sunk within him. He now fclt almost sure she had been drowned. “TI did not want her to go,” said Watson, “I feared barm would befall her.” Poor Clare did not answer. He Wad snatched a lentern, and was running hither and an searching vainly forhis | lust chill. Among the casks spauiserdi: in profusion on every band, he continued his search, until Watson came limping to his side. “ Little use, I’m afraid, looking for her, here, sir. bei Bi a he nn “ T understand,” groaned Clare—“ if we can find her body.” He entered the boat, which was pulled vainly in oT tion. “ How about those casks ?” inquire his. lieutenant, whe they were aboard, and ‘Clare had gone below to indalge = ; deep grief in solitude. “Casks? Ob!” said Watson. “ I had not thought.ofthionn , Twas so worried abont Miss Clare! Pray do not bring up such a subject at such a time.” m “I feel as badly as you, sir, I dare say; but oor calling requires—"’ ; %. Oh, never mind. We will think about the casks in the At dawn, that portion of the overturned boat’s crew, who had escape to the rock, were there seen from the cutter,