The Blockade Runner — page 12: what you’re looking at

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THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. 13 had confronted Wilmington with their grim guns, was compelled to seek safety in the offing, for to remain near the coast would prove certain destruction. Added to the wind, that blew with tremendous force, was a perfect hailstorm of sleet, that cut the arincee hke Scythian arrows. Besides, the cold was enough to freeze any one at the helm. The Foxhound steadily pursued her way. Time and again she had successfully run the blockade, and Captain, Powell did not believe that there could _be a break in his former good luck. She was an English-built craft, a remarkably swift one, and so arranged that she Ni navigate the seas with or without steam. She carried no armament aside from her officers’ private weapons. Her forte was flight, not resistance, and there was not in the Federal service at that time a vessel swift enough to overhaul her. Time and again she had been chased on the high seas, but always outwitted her hunters. She was well known to the Union fleet, by which she was constantly watched. Her cargoes were always sure to be of great value to the Confederacy; and on the night mentioned above she carried one worth, as her captain has said, three million dollars. Not three millions in Confederate bills, but i in hard, elittering gold. The passenger resolutely facing the wintry gale on the wet decks of the trim blockade runner was a man who had boarded her at Cherbourg, from whence she had sailed bound for Wilmington. CORMCHOOKS:2 EO