VI 



" Rocked in the Cradle of 

 the Deep" 



'*. . . the sleep under the blue vault of the skies, 

 sweeter and sounder, lighter and more luxurious than 

 princes catch on beds of eider-down and velvet." 

 HENRY WILLIAM HERBERT. 



i APTAIN GRIEB and his 

 son, Adam, making sure 

 that the three sportsmen 

 *they had in charge were 

 comfortably reposing in 

 the little cabin of the sturdy 

 sloop, arranged things to a nicety on deck, 

 then stealthily made their way forward to 

 the decoy hole where they intended roll- 

 ing themselves up in blankets for the 

 night. 



" Lor', Adam," said the father, " thar 

 be thos' barols o' water, th' exter brant 

 stool, th' boxes yer fetched from th' 

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