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leads to the outermost point. One false step 

 and she would have fallen where the receding 

 wave would have dragged her beyond hope of 

 retrieval. When she reached the point she saw 

 through the snow a big ship ignorantly bearing 

 straight upon the land. She screamed at her 

 highest pitch, and with frantic energy waved her 

 lantern up and down. The wind blew her voice 

 back ' back into my throat/ she said, * and 

 almost choked me.' But the light, thank God, 

 was seen, and revealed to the poor mariners in 

 a moment where it was that they really were. 

 Then she had the inexpressible satisfaction of 

 seeing the helm put about, and the ship turned 

 towards the mid- channel. A moment's delay, 

 or the least indecision on the part of the brave 

 little woman, and the good ship would have had 

 her side driven in by the cruel rocks. As they 

 sheered away and blew the fog-horn again, loud 

 and long, she felt that they were thanking their 

 unknown deliverer. 



K 



