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gale. Long before noon the sea and wind and clouds 

 seemed mingled in a common fury. 



Through the storm, Auke heard the sound of a bell- 

 *' A bell ! " cried he, " there's a ship somewhere in trouble.'* 



He put his ship about in the direction of the sound. 



" What are you doing ? ' said Karl. 



"Doing? I am steering for that ship." 



" Steer for Revel, Auke, I command you, steer for 

 Revel; we shall miss the market, and I'm a ruined 

 man! ' 



" Heaven help you, then ! " said Auke firmly, " for I am 

 for that ship." 



At this moment a small boat was sighted. It was fixed 

 on a bank. Two or three miserable men clung to its 

 rigging, and mountain breakers washed over it. 



" Out with the boat," cried Auke, and the sailors looked 

 alarmed. 



Karl protested that it was madness. " What 1 lose 

 the market, and ship, and all I ' 



" Lose everything, sir, but self-respect," said Auke, 

 fixing his eye so as to bring his ship as near as he dare 

 come to the wreck. " I cannot leave them, sir ; I won't ! 

 It may be your plight and mine some day. Man the 

 boat 1 " 



The sailors obeyed. Auke left the helm with the 

 mate, and himself took charge of the boat for the rescue. 



Surely it was an awful yet grand sight even to Karl, 

 to see the brave man bent on his mission of mercy, in hifl 

 tiny boat, amid that terrible sea. 



