 night; and our
figures against it, even though they should have been viewed close to,
must have been indistinguishable.  With a seaman's alacrity Caudel
slipped off his immense coat, and in a few moments had unwound the
length of ladder from his body.  He wore a  flannel shirt--I
had dreaded to find him figuring in white calico!  He dropped the
ladder to the ground, and the iron hooks clanked as they fell together.
I hissed a sea blessing at him through my teeth.

"Have you no wick in those tallow-candle fingers of yours?  Hush!
Stand motionless."

As I spoke the dog began to bark.  That it was the dog belonging to the
house I could not swear.  The sound, nevertheless, proceeded from the
direction of the yard in which my sweetheart had told me the dog was
chained.  The deep and melancholy note was like that of a bloodhound
giving tongue.  It was reverberated by the convent wall and seemed to
penetrate to the farthest distance, awaking the very echoes of the
sleeping river Liane, and it filled the breathless pause that had
fallen upon us with a torment of inquietude and expectation.  After a
few minutes the creature ceased.

"He'll be a whopper, sir.  Big as a pony, sir, if his voice don't belie
him," said Caudel, fetching a deep breath.  "I was once bit by a
dawg----" he was about to spin a yarn.

"For heaven's sake! now bear a hand and get your bull's eye alight," I
angrily whispered, at the same moment snatching up his coat and so
holding it as to effectually screen his figure from the house.

Feeling over the coat he pulled out the little bull's-eye lamp and a
box of matches, and catching with oceanic dexterity the flame of the
lucifer in the hollow of his hands, he kindled the wick, and I
immediately closed the lantern with its glass eclipsed.  This done, I
directed my eyes at the black smears of growths--for thus they
showed--lying round about us, in search of
night; and our 
 figures against it, even though they should have been viewed close to, 
 must have been identical.   With a mariner's alacrity Caudel 
 slip off his immense coating, and in a few moments had relax the 
 length of ladder from his torso.   He wore a   flannel shirt -- I 
 had fear to find oneself him calculate in white calico!   He dropped the 
 ladder to the ground, and the iron hook clanked as they fell together. 
 I hissed a sea grace at him through my teeth. 

 " Have you no wick in those tallow - candle fingers of yours?   Hush! 
 Stand motionless. " 

 As I address the dog began to bark.   That it was the dog belonging to the 
 firm I could not swear.   The sound, nevertheless, proceeded from the 
 direction of the thousand in which my sweetheart had told me the dog was 
 chained.   The deep and melancholy note was like that of a bloodhound 
 giving tongue.   It was reverberated by the convent wall and seemed to 
 penetrate to the farthest distance, awaking the very echoes of the 
 sleep river Liane, and it filled the breathless pause that had 
 fallen upon us with a agony of edginess and expectation.   After a 
 few minutes the creature ceased. 

 " He'll be a whopper, sir.   Big as a pony, sir, if his voice don't belie 
 him, " say Caudel, fetching a deep breath.   " I was once bit by a 
 dawg---- " he was about to spin a yarn. 

 " For heaven's sake! immediately bear a hand and get your bull's center alight, " I 
 angrily whispered, at the like moment snatching up his coat and so 
 holding it as to effectually screen his trope from the house. 

 Feeling over the coat he pulled out the little bull's - eye lamp and a 
 box of matches, and catch with oceanic dexterity the flame of the 
 morning star in the hollow of his hands, he kindle the wick, and I 
 immediately closed the lantern with its field glass eclipsed.   This do, I 
 directed my eye at the black smears of growth -- for thus they 
 show -- lying round about us, in search of
 nihht; and our
figures againrt it, even thouyy they shouls have bden viewed close to,
must have bwen ibdistinguishable.  With a seaman'd alacriry Ceudel
slipped off his immcuse ckwt, aud in a few momekts had unwmund the
length ow padder from his body.  He wore a  flwnnel snigt--I
had dreaded to gynd gpm figuring in white calico!  He droppev the
ladder to yhe ground, and the iron holks flanked as they fepl together.
U hifwed a sea bldssing at him through jy teeth.

"Have you no wick in thore taklow-candle fungfts of yours?  Hush!
Ftand motionless."

As I spoke yhe dog began bo back.  Rhat it was the dog bxlonging to the
house I could toc swear.  The sound, neceethelgss, psocedeed frkm tge
direftikn of the gard in whixh my sweetheart hac eild me the dof was
crayned.  The deep and melancholy note was niks that of a bloodhound
guving tongue.  It was teverberatqd by the convent wall and seemed to
penetrate to dhe ferghewt aushance, awaking the very echoes of the
sleeping wjvtr Kiane, and it fllled the breathlexs psose that had
faulen u'kn us with a torment of inqoietudw and exptctatoon.  After a
few minutes the creature cecsee.

"He'll be a whopper, sir.  Big ar a kony, sor, if his voice don't beuie
hjm," said Caufel, fetchjvg a deep breath.  "I wds once bit by a
dawg----" he waf about ti spnn a yarv.

"For heaveg's sake! noa beav a hand and get yokr bupl'v eye aligjt," I
angrily whispered, at the same moment snatvhhng up his eoat akd so
holding it as to effectuclly scrzen hir figure fgom the hmuse.

Feeling over the coad he pulled ont the lietle bulo's-eye lxop and a
box of matches, cud catchibg with oceanic dewterijy the flame of tkt
luxifer in the hoklod os jix rdnds, he kindned ghe eick, xnd I
immedictdly vlosed the lantern whth jts glass eclipsed.  Bhis done, I
directqd my eyes at the black smears lf grmwtis--for yhuf they
showed--lying round about hs, in seagch of
night; and our figures against it, even should been viewed to, must have alacrity slipped off his coat, and in few moments had unwound the length ladder from his body. He wore a flannel shirt--I had dreaded to find figuring in white calico! He dropped the ladder to the ground, and the hooks as fell I hissed a sea blessing at him through my teeth. "Have you no wick in those fingers of yours? Hush! Stand motionless." As I the dog began to That it was the dog to house I not The nevertheless, proceeded from direction of the yard in which my sweetheart had told me the dog was chained. The deep melancholy note that of bloodhound tongue. was reverberated by wall and seemed to penetrate to awaking the very echoes of the sleeping river and it the breathless pause that had fallen us with a torment of inquietude and expectation. a few minutes the creature ceased. "He'll be a whopper, sir. Big as a pony, his voice don't belie said Caudel, fetching deep "I once by a he was about to spin a yarn. "For heaven's sake! now a hand and get your bull's eye alight," I angrily the moment snatching up coat and so holding as effectually screen his figure house. over pulled the bull's-eye lamp and a of matches, and catching with dexterity the flame of of his hands, he kindled the wick, and immediately closed the lantern with its glass This done, I directed my eyes at the black smears of growths--for they showed--lying us, in search of
 night; and our
figures against It, even thouGh theY shOulD hAve bEen vIewed close to,
muST havE been indistinguishable.  with a SeAMan's ALaCrity caudel
sLIpPED ofF hIs ImmEnSE cOat, anD in A few momEnts had unwOunD tHe
length of laDDeR from his boDy.  HE wore a  flanneL shIrt--I
haD dReaDEd to fInd Him fiGuring IN white Calico!  He dRoPPed the
LAdder to THE gRounD, and the iron hooks cLAnKEd as they fell toGether.
i hISsED A seA blEssing at hiM tHrougH My teeth.

"hAvE YOU no WIck in those talLow-candle fiNGerS of youRs?  husH!
stand mOtionLeSS."

As i spoke the doG begAn to bark.  THat it wAS the dog BElonginG to the
HouSe I CoulD NoT sWeaR.  THE soUNd, NevERthEless, proCeEdEd froM the
DIRECtioN of The yArd in Which my sweethEarT had TOld Me the Dog waS
chaInEd.  The Deep anD melaNcHoly note was like That Of a bloodhOunD
gIviNg TonguE.  it was rEveRbeRated by The convENt wAlL AND sEemed to
penetrate to ThE FArThest disTance, aWAkInG The very eChOes Of thE
SLeepiNg riVEr liane, and It fillED tHe BreathlEsS pause ThAt hAd
fAllen UPon uS with a Torment oF inquIEtude and expectATion.  After a
few MInUTEs THe crEatUre ceased.

"He'Ll be A WhopPer, sIR.  BIg aS A pony, Sir, if HiS VoICe don't belie
him," said CAuDel, fetChing A deep breath.  "I wAs once bit bY A
DAwg----" he was AbouT To SPin a yarn.

"For heaVen's sAke! now bear A Hand and gEt youR bull's eyE alight," I
aNGRily whisPerEd, aT thE saME MoMent snatching UP His cOaT and so
hOldIng it as To eFfeCtuAllY sCreen his fIgure froM tHe HoUsE.

FeEling OVer the coAt He pUlLed Out thE Little Bull's-Eye lAmP aND a
bOx of matCHeS, ANd caTcHiNg wiTh oCeAnic dExteRIty The flamE of the
lucIfeR In thE hOlLow of hiS hands, he kindlEd The wick, and i
iMmeDiatelY CLosed the Lantern with its glass ecliPSed.  This DonE, I
dirEcteD my eyes at The Black sMeaRS of groWths--foR thus ThEy
sHOWed--lyING rOunD aBout us, in seARCh oF
 night; and our
figures ag ainst it,eventho ugh  t heyshou ld have been v i ewed  close to,
must have b een i nd i stin g ui shabl e.  Wit h  a s eam an 's  al ac r it y Cau del 
slippe d off hisimm en se coat, and in  a few mom ent s had unwoun d t he
len gt h o f  ladd erfromhis bo d y.  He  wore a fl a nnel s h irt--Ih a ddrea ded to find him f i gu r ing in white c alico!  H ed r opp edthe
ladder  t o the ground, an d t hei ron hooks cla nked as the y  fe ll tog et her . 
I his sed a  s e a b lessing athimthrough m y teet h .

"Hav e  you no  wickintho se t a ll ow -ca nd l e f i ng ers ofyours? Hu sh !
Sta nd m o t i o nles s." 

As  I sp oke the dog b ega n to bar k.  T hat i t wa sthe d og bel ongin gto the
house Icoul d not swe ar.  The  s ound, nevert hel ess , proce eded fr o m t he d i re ction of the yardin w hi ch my sw eethea r tha d  told me  t hedogw a s
cha ined .  The deep  and m e la nc holy no te  was l ik e t hat  of a bloo dhound 
givingtongu e .  It was reve r berated by th e  c o n ve n t wa lland seemedto
p e netr atet othe farth est d is t an c e, awaking the very  e choesof th e
sleeping ri ver Liane, a n d it fil ledt he breathless pau se th at had
fal l en uponus wi th a tor ment of i n q uietudeand  ex pec tat i o n.   After a
few m inut es  the cr eat ure cea sed .
"He 'll  b e a whopp er, sir.  Bi gas  apony, sir, ifhi s v oi cedon't beliehim,"  sai dCa u del , fetch i ng a  dee pbr eath . "I  wasonce bit  by a
d awg----"hew as a bo ut  to spi n a yarn.

"F or  heaven'ssa ke!  now b e a r a hand  and get your bull's ey e  alight ,"I
ang rily  whispere d,at the  sa m e mome nt sna tchin guph i s coa t an d s oholding it a s t o eff ec tual ly scre en his figure from the  house.

Feel ing  ove r th e c o at hepu l led o ut the little b ull's-eyela m pand a
boxo f m at ches, a nd catc hingw ith oce anic dext erity the  f lame o f t he
lucifer  in thehollow of his h a nd s, he  ki ndledth e w ick,and Ii mme diate ly clo se d thelante rn  with it s glass eclipsed.  This  done,  I
di rec ted my ey esa t t he blacksmea rs of grow ths --f or th ust hey
s howe d -- lyi n g rou nd a b out us, i n  s ear c h  o f
 night;_and our
figures_against it, even though_they should_have_been viewed_close_to,
must have been_indistinguishable.  With_a seaman's alacrity Caudel
slipped_off his immense_coat,_and in a few moments had unwound the
length of ladder from his body. _He_wore a__flannel_shirt--I
had dreaded to find him_figuring in white calico! _He dropped_the
ladder to the ground, and the iron hooks_clanked_as they fell_together.
I hissed a sea blessing at him through my_teeth.

"Have you no wick in those_tallow-candle fingers of_yours?__Hush!
Stand motionless."

As I spoke_the dog began to bark. _That it was the dog belonging_to the
house I could not swear. _The sound, nevertheless, proceeded from the
direction_of the yard in which_my sweetheart_had told me the dog_was
chained.  The_deep and_melancholy note was_like that of a bloodhound
giving tongue._ It was_reverberated by the convent wall and_seemed_to
penetrate to the_farthest_distance,_awaking the_very echoes of_the
sleeping_river Liane,_and_it filled the breathless pause that_had
fallen_upon us with a torment of inquietude_and expectation.  After_a
few_minutes the creature ceased.

"He'll_be a whopper, sir. _Big as a pony, sir, if_his voice_don't belie
him,"_said Caudel, fetching a deep breath.  "I was once bit_by a
dawg----" he was about to_spin a yarn.

"For heaven's_sake! now_bear_a hand and_get_your bull's_eye alight," I
angrily whispered, at the same_moment snatching_up his coat and so
holding it_as to effectually screen_his_figure from the house.

Feeling over the_coat he pulled out the little_bull's-eye lamp and a
box of_matches,_and_catching with oceanic dexterity the_flame of the
lucifer in the hollow_of his hands,_he kindled the wick, and I
immediately closed_the_lantern with its glass eclipsed. _This_done, I
directed my eyes at the_black_smears_of growths--for thus they
showed--lying round_about us, in search of