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34 warning away from the shouls and from the breakers. The water roaring over which in could distinctly hear. "Helm a-port" cries the Pilot - "Port" responds the man at the wheel - "Steady". "Steady it is! Sir"! - "Can you see the berring" cries the Pilot to us upon the fore castle - pretty soon we saw it coming aft and so we reported to our guide - "Startboard your hilson" - "Steady it is Sir" - "What does she lead cry - for all this while the sailor was taking the sounding - "Quarter up Sir"! - a minute later the lead cries out "Half up there!" - "Stop her! Stop her!" Shouts the Pilot in Alarm. Stopped she is but too late - the ship strikes the bottom and gives a heavy lurch over to the leeward. "Back her!" cries the Pilot - after a few revolutions the ship floats again. She is backed awhile and then puts ahead for a new trial - "Do you see the boring now?" Peering int to darkness - soon the black stick is seen floating upon the surface - "Bring on the weather bow sir?" - Than it sings out the mate from the forecastle - "Have it got a birth upon it asks the Pilot? "Aye - Aye Sir!" Larboard your helm! - "Saiboard it is Sir" - and in move slowly onward. "Half less five" - sings the bell - Quarter full four! half less three!" "Stop her"! shouts the Pilot more befoged then before. Stop her! was ere her headway ceases she is on the bottom again. We back off again - and now the wind and current have so veered the ship about - that she lays across the narrow channel. Whether in go ahead or back - the lead denotes in shallow water. What shall we do the Pilot grows nervous - and declares he cannot find the way in - he is thoroughly scared - and fear lest the ship will get injured or detained in her passage - through his means. It is back her - and given her a turn ahead and let her drift a little - but to no purpose. The Pilot is evidently lost and knows not where he is. Meanwhile we passengers begin to look blank and have an inkling of disappointed expectations - we pace the wet decks - listen with gapping mouths to the various orders. And hope eventually we may get over.