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ADRIFT. 
held on. I was hurrying my last sock into its seal¬ 
skin boot, when McGary came waddling down the 
companion-ladders:—‘Captain Kane, she won’t hold 
much longer: it’s blowing the devil himself, and I am 
afraid to surge.’ 
“The manilla cable was proving its excellence when 
I reached the deck; and the crew, as they gathered 
PARTING HAWSERS OFF GODSEND LEDGE. 
I 
round me, were loud in its praises. We could hear its 
deep Eolian chant, swelling through all the rattle of 
the running-gear and moaning of the shrouds. It was 
the death-song! The strands gave way, with the noise 
of a shotted gun ; and, in the smoke that followed their 
recoil, we were dragged out by the wild ice, at its mercy. 
