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Missing

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A Dangerous Cargo

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The Parson’s Text

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Rounding Cape Horn

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p. 7THE LIFE-SAVERS.

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 The hands of the clock in the life-saving station pointed to a quarter of nine, on a wild March night along the New England coast. A bitter north-easter raged outside, driving the rising tide higher and higher upon the beach. It was almost at the flood, and only a narrow ridge of stones lay between the sea and the station. The surf thundered in like a solid wall—great combers that nothing could resist, flung themselves upon the beach with a sullen roar, and broke into a seething flood of foam. This foam was not the sparkling white substance into which the waves resolve themselves in time of peace, but a p. 8turbid yellowish froth, which, by the time it reached the shore, was nearly of the 

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