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ound, flat counter sent the briny bubbles sparkling away in the glare of the noontide sun; the sails flapped and cha

sionally a fluttering blue patch of a breeze would skim furtively over the backs of the rollers; but

approached within half a mile or less of the brig. There was no mistaking the stranger's character. Her taunt, trim masts, square yards, and clear, delicate black tracery of rigging, shadowed by a wide spread of snow-white canvas over the low,

as he handed the spy-glass to the captain; "but Ben here

ut Yankee sloop-of-war. Ay! there goes his colors up to the gaff!