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them in cataracts. It was a moving scene, one that 

 fixed itself for ever on the minds of those who 

 witnessed it. 



The end came quickly. Ere the last long wailing 

 cry had come inshore with the wind the spectators 

 knew that there remained of the once smart Frangais 

 merely such fragments as those tossed by the surf at 

 their feet. 



A youth only was saved out of the nine souls on 

 board. The oilskjn-clad body of another young sailor 

 came ashore in the midst of a great raffle of wreckage. 

 It was the lad who had waved his last adieu off the 

 Moor. 



Not long after the final scene the skipper was 

 thrown up on to the beach. There were many willing 

 hands to seize him and carry him beyond the run of 

 the surf. They laid him down and raised his head, 

 whereupon he slowly opened his eyes as though to 

 look the gratitude he could not utter and fell back 

 dead. Thus with the wind and sea raging about him 

 the brave spirit passed calmly to that 



. . . silent shore, 

 Where billows never break nor tempests roar. 



The triumph of the storm was complete. But what a 

 merciless triumph ! 



