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eS . | nf commichooks.conn 1: THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. owners, of which I am one, had reasons for assuming an unusually hazardous risk. I shall not repeat the venture, at least not very soon. Had you not run foul of me at Cherbourg, Mr. Bentham, you would not likely have made this voyage direct. You would have been obliged to take passage for one of the places I have just named and there transhipped.” & “T consider myself fortunate in having secured pas- sage in the Ponte: the more oe as she is @ lucky vessel.” “Ay, ay; but you'll have to excuse me now, as I judge we are approaching dangerous ground. If I were you, sir, ’d remain below. It’s a deal sight cosier than on deck such a night as this.” “Thank you; but I don’t mind the storm a bit. You know [ got my sea legs on long ago.” “Well, please yourself.” Captain Powell stalked up the brass-bound staircase facing the wheel, his passenger close at his heels. As thcy emerged from their shelter the wind almost took then off their feet, and the icy spray blown aft, as it continually came over the bows of the steamer, struck their faces like cold kisses from the depths of the sea. It was the night of —th of January, 1862, and one of the wildest storms that swept the North Carolina coast during war times was then at its height. The Foxhound was not the only vessel abroad in the gale. Toward sundown a strong easterly wind. had met the ebb-tide, and the whole coast presented a terrible appearance. The fleet of Federal blockaders, which for months