The Lighthouse by R. M. (Robert Michael) Ballantyne
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"Wot are we to 'ave, steward?" enquired Joe Dumsby, in a feeble
voice. "Plumduff, my boy, so cheer up," replied the steward, who was busy with the charming ingredients of a suet pudding, which was the only dish to be attempted, owing to the ease with which it could be both cooked and served up. Accordingly, the suet pudding was made; the men began to cat; the gale began to "take off", as seaman express it; and, Although things were still very far removed from a state of comfort, they began to be more endurable; health began to return to the sick, and hope to those who had previously given way to despair. CHAPTER XII BELL ROCK BILLOWS--AN UNEXPECTED VISIT--A DISASTER AND A RESCUE It is pleasant, it is profoundly enjoyable, to sit on the margin of the sea during the dead calm that not unfrequently succeeds a wild storm, and watch the gentle undulations of the glass-like surface, which the very gulls seem to be disinclined to ruffle with their wings as they descend to hover above their own reflected images. It is pleasant to watch this from the shore, where the waves fall in low murmuring ripples, or from the ship's deck, far out upon the sea, where there is no sound of water save the laving of the vessel's bow |
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