THE FISHERMAN’S BOY. 37

flash of lightning behind it. ‘Then he heard
a sound of distant thunder; and a minute
after he said,

“«Father, isn’t there going to be a
storm ?? 3

“¢A squall; but that won’t do any
harm. It may make us a little later
home.’

“The cloud came swelling on, and it
lightened and thundered more and more.
Presently the wind all died away, and left —
the sail of the boat hanging idly at the mast.
They were now not very far from the mouth
of the bay, and the fisherman thought he
could pull in with his oars. So he furled
his sail, and got out his oars again, looking
- occasionally over his shoulder to see how he
got along.

‘‘Presently he stopped rowing, and looked
steadily a few minutes at the land, as if he
. saw something singular.”

‘What did he see?” said Rollo.
‘He saw the trees waving, and dust fly-

ing, which made him think there was going» .

to be a heavy squall. So he said he must

put the boat’s head the other way ; and he

just had time to get her round, and his oars
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