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a life-hasket when it can be orought into play, is much better. As
for us, you may be sure that we filled our basket ‘repeatedly, and in
this way we all escaped from the Nancy Dee, that threatened to
become a good-sized

coffin for us all.”
The audience gave

 

an exclamation of re-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lief at the release of
their beloved idol
from danger. It
would have been a
congratulatory shout
if he had revealed the
fact that he was the
last man to leave the
ship and take his turn
ata basket-ride. His
modesty might have
been overcome, had
he not suddenly
looked off upon the
ocean and then toss-
ing up his head, ejac-
ulated, “Whew!
There she blows!”
Saying this, he | LIPEboar,
sprang to his feet. What could be the matter? “A whale, boys, a
whale!” Off in the distance, they saw a white mass rising into the air.
“A whale, sartin! Don’t I wish I was nearer and had a good
harpoon in my hand?”