PATROLLING THE BEACH. 



T is not only those who go 

 forth on the sea in ships that 

 have reason to dread our 

 winter southwest storms. 

 When the bark upon the ocean is scud- 

 ding along under close-reefed topsails, 

 with her decks all awash and the wind 

 shrieking in the rigging, the mightiest of 

 the ocean birds must trim their sails and 

 steer for the open sea, lest they, too, 

 fall victims to the fearful surf that leaps 

 and smites with irresistible power. In 

 their mastery of the air lies their safety, 

 but in their overconfidence and pride, 

 their doom. They venture too near 

 the boisterous water and are stricken 

 down by the waves, powerless, lost. 

 It is a wonderful experience to go 



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