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0-ho for the wind. Breasting the wave, he 

 drives the surge high, and higher yet. Rolling 

 mountains, topped with white and hissing 

 foam, duck from cresting clouds to the wide 

 chasms below. 0-ho for the wind — death to 

 others is fun to him. A ship ! Boldly she 

 braves his mighty thrust. Again. With one 

 fell swoop, and, quivering, down to the depths 

 she sinks. 0-ho for the wind. 



It was late in the day, and darkness began 

 to drop around before there were any 

 symptoms of my companions' return. At 

 length I heard the welcome clink of the 

 horses' feet along the gravel road leading to 

 the kennel, and shortly afterwards old Mark 

 threw open the door, and in they trotted. 



" Well," said I, as Trimbush entered 

 " what sport? " 



" Oh! " replied he, " none at all. Such a 

 wind as this, ' ' continued he, " is as bad as a 

 blind fog or a hard frost ; for the result is just 

 the same. We can do nothing with a fox 

 while it lasts." 



** I didn't think of that," rejoined I, "or 

 I should not have been so envious of ye all 

 day." 



* ' Might as well have been at home, ' ' 



