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~~ HHLL-GATE, 13 and mainsail to be used upon the heavy spars in- light winds, and as Glen Tarleton examined, with a seaman "3 eye, the great cepth of the craft, the curving deck and high combing around the cockpit, he eould not but feel she was Capable of riding out a gale, while her sharp bow. and grace- ful build indicated great speed, when rigged with ber large Sai's, the spars of which were secured to the deck along its length by firm lashings through iron rings. By the time he had completed his examination, the bow of the boat was cutting swiftly through the mad and whirling waters of Hell-gate, steadily held’ on lier dangereus course by the firm hand of the steersman, whose bead was bent forward eagerly, us his eyes pierced the darkness, and songht the proper Channel, Wildly bounded the waters around the little vessel terrific was the roar, and drenching was the spray; almost annibilat- ing the pouring rain although it fell’ in torrents; yet on, through the darkness and danger; on through the foaming Cauldron, bounding, pitching, bending low before the blast, and reeling her decks half under, flew the gallant boat, ber helmsman ever keeping her upon the course in spite of the blinding fury of spray and rain, the dashing of the waves and whirling of the mad omurrent, forin those’ days, kind reader, the passage through Hell-gate was a far different: af- - fair from what it is now, and few were the bold mariners Who dared venture over its treacherous depths, A half-hour thus passed, and then the little vessel glided iz to more quiet waters, and being under slielter of the other bank, sailed smooth! y along fora mile or more, until the Steersman suddenly put the helm hard up, and brought the skiff into a small basin, the narrow entrance to whieh Was but ten feet in width, and so hidden from any one passing on the river as not to be visible the length of the boat diss tant, Glen Tarleton glanced above and around him as the boat became stationary, and beheld frowning rocks’ towering high ~ overhead, and surrounding the quiet basin, which, in the darkness, appeared scarcely larger than a good-sized room 3 but ere he had time to comment on the strange place, his companion drew the craft alongside a shelf of rock, and said" an) connicloooks.comn