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keep on and haul the seine at Loggerhead in- 

 stead/' 



This plan was received with favor, so Long 

 John kept the boat away from the point where 

 he intended anchoring, and they sped along 

 down the channel at a famous pace, making the 

 dinghy jump around, much to the discomfort of 

 Long John's dog, " Sugar," that was endeavoring 

 to take a nap in it. They gradually neared the 

 key, and finally made soundings about a quarter 

 of a mile out. The water was too rough to see 

 the bottom distinctly, but it was covered with 

 a rich growth of fans, plumes, and small head 

 corals that suddenly came to an end fifty yards 

 from the beach in a circle of pure white sand 

 seemingly made for the bather. The sail was 

 now lowered and a few moments later the 

 anchor was dropped. Taking the dinghy, the 

 party pulled ashore, hauling the boat well be- 

 yond tide-water upon the sand. 



Nearly opposite the big tower they came to 

 a path which led to a commodious house for 

 such an isolated spot, occupied by the light- 

 house keeper and his family, who gave them a 



