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anecdote of a boy, etc.
arms through the lanyards, until it began to rain, and then I thought it was no good stopping any longer, and so I dropped off to sleep in the buoy; but I had no supper first though! I did not dream at all, and when I woke up I was near the shingle, about three quarters of a mile from the shore. I struck off for the shore, and saved myself; and then laid down, and went to sleep all night, with the life buoy for my pillow. The buoy is marked 'Rhone,' and I have brought it home with me. Of course I had nothing for my breakfast. I walked about for two or three hours on Beef Island; and then I fell in with two others, and we have come home in the "Douro."
THE wind is fair, the breeze is free,
And land is fading fast;
The harbour mouth long left behind,
The isles will soon be past.
And land is fading fast;
The harbour mouth long left behind,
The isles will soon be past.
And on she speeds, her canvas spread,
To catch the tropic gales;
Ah'! well a hundred hearts beat high,
The moment when she sails!
To catch the tropic gales;
Ah'! well a hundred hearts beat high,
The moment when she sails!
