X. OUR NEW NEIGHBOUR
XI. ON THE ROCK
XII. THE SUNBEAM CLAIMED




SAVED AT SEA.

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CHAPTER I.


MY STRANGE HOME.

It was a strange day, the day that I was born. The waves were beating
against the lighthouse, and the wind was roaring and raging against
everything. Had not the lighthouse been built very firmly into the
strong solid rock, it, and all within it, must have been swept into the
deep wild sea.

It was a terrible storm. My grandfather said he had never known such a
storm since he came to live on the island, more than forty years before.

Many ships went down in the storm that day, and many lives were lost.
But in the very midst of it, when the wind was highest, and the waves