The Blockade Runner — page 14: what you’re looking at

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THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. 15 for every emergency, and that a sudden and_ well- directed broadside would cripple if not sink the Fox- hound at a most unexpected juncture. The squadron steamed about as close in shore as they dared, and now every instant was fraught with the greatest peril. With an anxious face, and eyes trying to pierce the night, he stood on deck watching the course of his gallant ship, as she pressed on through the awful seas. that seemed always to ingulf her. His beard was a mass of ice, but he did not mind the cold and the storm. All at once there rose between him and the swelling sea a huge object, darker than the night itself. Captain Powell sprang toward the wheel, with an exclamation struggling to his lips. “tT see it, sir,’ said Foulweather Tom, before the captain could speak. “It is a Yankee blockader. Hard a-port!” he said softly to the helmsman. The wheel spun around and the Foxhound sheered off within a biscuit-toss of the dangerous object. - It was a moment of intense anxiety to all on deck. cOnilichooks (E@)