LAND AT LAST
The days were passing on in this chronic state of anxiety, when one morning about eight o'clock, Hercules, who was on watch at the fore, stiddenly shouted, "Land!"
Dick Sands had little reliance upon the negro's inexperienced eye, but hurried forward to the bow.
"Where's the land?" he cried; his voice being scarcely audible above the howling of the tempest.
"There! look there!" said Hercules, nodding his head and pointing over the larboard side, to the northeast.
Dick could see nothing.—Page 75.
Vol. 10.
