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lifted him high above us his cheery shout rang through 

 the fury of the storm, " This is grand ! " Then as in 

 the trough of the wave the schooner sank down below 

 the level of our decks, a flying sea swept over his drip- 

 ping figure. Next moment there he was again, laughter 

 in his eyes and a jest upon his lips. 



Meanwhile two men were at work in the bow paying 

 out more cable ; rapidly we drifted clear of our dan- 



THB MORNING AFTER. 



gerous neighbour ; we let go a second anchor, and then 

 we could breathe more freely. " Well," exclaimed the 

 skipper, as he dashed away the water from his streaming 

 face, " if this is Loch Hourn I don't want any more 

 of it!" 



But when the storm has died away, and over all the 

 sea is rest and calm, when the light of sunrise stealing 

 softly down the valley smiles on the stern faces of the 



