Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 7: what you’re looking at

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ON THE DEEP. CHAPTER 1. THE FAIR PASSENGER. THE anchor was atrip; the sails were sheeted and hoisted; the “Stars and Stripes” danced up to the mizzen-gaff;'a— parting salute was fired, and then, catching the breeze upon her starboard quarter, away she went—the bark Rainbow, of New York—bowling out of the ‘harbor of Maui, Sandwich Islands, homeward bound. Leaning against the weather-rail, stood a young girl of eighteénGrace Greenville by name— watching the lessening shores with melancholy interest. Her cheek was pale, and tears were in her soft brown eyes; for, fast fading from her gaze, was the little wooden church, be- hind which lay the recently buried remains of her father, “the old Missionary.” Grace, who had lived with him upon the island ever since her tenth year, was, by his death, left an orphan, her mother having died before he sailed’ from his native shores; She had taken passage in the’ Rainbow, in compliance with his last wish that she should sail for New York, and seek her only living relative—her father’s sister— who often had written to him that she would be glad of the society of her niece. But, no thought of her aunt, or of her native land, could now find room in the mind of the grief-stricken girl; She was thinking of the little green mound in the churchyard, and of the calm face beneath—the old benevolent face that 80 often had smiled upon her in the cottage among the cocoa: nuts. She was leaving them now, never, probably, to see them again. Her tears flowed faster and faster as the familiar shores receded; but the pitiless winds were heedless of her sorrow ; they filled the sails, and mockingly whistled among the ¢ shrouds. The land grew more and more indistinct; at comnicloooks. com