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had much difficulty, from the surf and low tide, 

 in getting our carpet-bags out of the boat." I 

 suggested pulling her up on the beach, but Kelly 

 shook his head. They could neither take her 

 out of the water, nor come on shore themselves 

 all night, lest she might be dashed in pieces. 

 We therefore made the poor fellows as com- 

 fortable as we could by a bottle of whisky, 

 some good table-beer, and an ample supply of 

 food. 



We begged our kind host to allow us to see 

 the tower lighted. This was strictly against 

 rules, but he at once agreed to let my son see 

 the lights put out. As this ceremony took place 

 at four in the morning, I was too sleepy to join 

 it; but my son affirmed that a more startling 

 and brilliant illumination he had never beheld. 



A loud rap at six next morning, and Kelly's 

 voice imploring us to leave our beds, roused me 

 from a sound sleep. When the tide was full 

 they had run the fishing -boat into a sheltered 

 creek, but as it was ebbing fast we must embark 

 in less than an hour, failing which the boat must 

 be moved out to sea, and neither we nor our 



