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wide open the somewhat rickety gate, ran to meet him, clustering round him as 

 only loving children would, and smothering his bronzed face with kisses. 



1 Dad's home!' brings out the good man's wife, who meets and welcomes him 

 as one of the ' wives and mithers maist despairin' ' only could. 



LIFEBOAT TRYING TO APPROACH THE WRECK. 



What a marked difference there is in the outlook on the Broads to-day ! The 

 yachtsman has entirely deserted them, and but for one or two boats containing 

 couples of enthusiastic pike-fishers, we should have the solitudes to ourselves. It 



