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overlaying the tower, and extending out till it formed a 

 narrow ledge, and a single hand rail ran round its exte- 

 rior edge, so that the light-keeper could walk the out- 

 side, polish the glasses, and keep undimmed the light. 

 In the lantern stood the lamps on a pedestal, with their 

 metal reflectors, a can of oil and a bundle of waste, for 

 polishing. 



At the base of the tower, and on the side from the sea, 

 was a heavy oaken door, entrance to which was gained 

 by a little flight of stairs, and the door was placed above 

 the stone work, so as to be free from any extraordinary 

 tides. On the level with the door in the tower was a 

 pile of stores of divers kinds, some provisions and some 

 necessary implements for the station. From this a wind- 

 ing stairs of wood ran up to the narrow opening that led 

 to the lantern. 



When Lou and her uncle took refuge from the savages, 

 they remained at the bottom of the tower, reclining on 

 the cordage or bales, save as they were occupied in try- 

 ing to make discoveries of the savages through the nar- 

 row windows that here and there were cut, like arrow 

 slits, into the walls for the purpose of light. It was hither 

 they descended when the unsuccessful Indian diplomatist 

 departed, and they were left once more to their own 

 anxious expectations, and to the renewed machinations 

 of their foes. 



It was not a great while they had to wait before they 

 heard on the exterior the guttural voices of the savages, 

 and felt the door vibrating under their tests of its 



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