  | THE LITTLE FELLOW SMILED IN THE WEATHER-BEATEN FACE | Frontispiece. | | | “I CAME TO YOU FROM THE SEA,” HE SAID, PATTING HER THIN CHEEKS | Faces page | 28 | | | “SEEMS TO ME I WOULDN’T FEEL SO BAD ABOUT IT IF I WAS YOU” | ”” | 44 | | | “THAT GENTLEMAN THERE REFUSES TO RETURN A GOLD BALL AND CHAIN THAT I HANDED HIM FOR EXAMINATION” | ”” | 52 | | | IN ANOTHER MOMENT IT FLASHES FULL IN THE WHITE FACES OF BREEZE McCLOUD AND HIS COMPANIONS | ”” | 68 | | | “YOU’RE CRAZY, LAD! YOU CAN’T LIVE A MINUTE IN SUCH A SEA” | ”” | 90 | | | THERE WAS A LONG, FIRM HAND-CLASP BETWEEN THEM | ”” | 98 | | | “QUICK, NOW! LET’S GET HIM ABOARD THIS SCHOONER” | ”” | 116 | | | A LARGE WHALE ROSE TO THE SURFACE TO BLOW | ”” | 140 | | | IN A MINUTE MORE THEY HAD SNATCHED THE BUOY FROM THE ICE-RAFT | ”” | 150 | | | AND THE TWO ATHLETIC YOUNG FELLOWS DREW THE ALMOST HELPLESS FORM OF THEIR SHIPMATE SLOWLY BUT STEADILY TO WHERE THEY STOOD | ”” | 166 | | | “BLOW, SONNY, BLOW!” CRIED ONE OF THE MEN | ”” | 174 | | | NOT A HUMAN BEING WAS TO BE SEEN ON BOARD OF HER, NOR DID THEIR HAIL RECEIVE ANY ANSWER | ”” | 198# | | | “ME AN’ DE CAP’N, WE’S BEEN HABIN’ A MONS’ROUS HARD TIME” | ”” | 204 | | | “BLESS MY SOUL, IF IT ISN’T BREEZE McCLOUD!” | ”” | 238 | | | NIMBUS, RAISING HIM CLEAR OF THE DECK, HELD HIM AT ARM’S-LENGTH ABOVE HIS HEAD | ”” | 242 | | | MATEO, WITH A HOWL OF DISMAY, HAD DARTED FORWARD AND VANISHED IN THE FORECASTLE; WHILE NIMBUS, WITH A YELL OF AFFRIGHT, HAD ROLLED AFT | ”” | 260 | | | THE FIRST VIEW OF ICELAND | ”” | 266 | | | THE YACHT CAME DIRECTLY TOWARDS THEM | ”” | 288 | | | BREEZE’S WELCOME TO THE ”SAGA” | ”” | 292 | | | “YOU OUGHT TO HAVE WORN A DIVING SUIT, NIMBUS,” | | SAID BREEZE | ”” | 310 | | | THOSE ON BOARD THE GREAT STEAMER GAZED WITH ADMIRATION AT THE DAINTY YACHT | ”” | 326 | | | BREEZE STARED IN AMAZEMENT AT WOLFE’S MOTHER | ”” | 332 | | | BREEZE’S WELCOME HOME | ”” | 350 | Do you carry a dory, captain? Do you carry a dory on your deck? Manned by two bold fishermen, To save a life or board a wreck. Landsmen cry, “Man the life-boat!” captain, “Man the life-boat off our coast!” But, captain, man the dory, The fisherman’s glory, The Banker’s pride and boast. By the B. H. M. DORYMATES: A STORY OF THE FISHING BANKS.
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