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and twice we observed the glare of the rockets as they 

 conveyed the life-saving- apparatus to the crews of two 

 stranded steamers a couple of miles to seaward of us. 

 That night I spent at the farmhouse of Fenham Low 

 Moor, where the good-wife wrapped me in blankets and 

 acted as a veritable good Samaritan. As a warning to 

 brother-sportsmen, I would urgently advise never to go 

 out punt-gunning without having observed the barometer 

 before starting. I afterwards found that the glass that 

 morning had stood at 28" 40' (sea-level) — a sufficient 

 warning of the impending hurricane." 



