Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 540
fear of being washed off, wehad a hard time. Rather lively, Corden shouted to me.How do you like it? I dont like it, I howled back. The words were scarcely out of my mouth,and blowing out to sea, when, crash! down webanged into a great wave. I gripped tight andheld on. Rip! Tear! Crash! The… … Here s a pretty kettle of fish! was Cor-dens first remark as his head popped up andhe sputtered out the salt water. Cool chap,that Corden! You can believe we held on to that yard.The night was black as pitch. We could ntsee ten feet ahead of us. But now and then alightning-flash gave us a quick…
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