2i8 FROM SPRING TO FALL. 



fog rolls away from the lighthouse, is swept from 

 the sand-bar, and we see far out and away a long 

 low streak, not of light, but of a lighter colour than 

 the clouds above it. This widens, the darker parts 

 being broken up. 



There are one or two fierce sweeps of wind that 

 seem to smite you, and again to bounce away, and 

 then it blows inshore. 



All the fog has gone, blown into rags and tatters 

 by the wind. Night is not over us yet, but darkness 

 is coming on apace, and the tide coming in, — a 

 fierce high wintry tide. We may stay on the rocks 

 by the lighthouse, for some old salts are gathered 

 there discussing the chances of a fishing-smack that 

 they have made out with their long glasses, 

 and which is making port all right. She is the 

 largest craft of that kind in the place ; more than 

 that, she has been out deep-sea fishing, and is now 

 homeward bound with her catch. Better seaman 

 never grasped tiller than the Saucy Jane's owner; 

 but things go all askew at times in the most unex- 

 pected manner, and with startling rapidity. 



Some that have not had these things brought 

 home to them are very apt to prose about the way 



