He sung out and swore, and there was no mainsel haul.

Ship in irons, tide running hard on to the shoal, and before we could clear away for anchoring, bump!--there she was hard and fast.

A stiff breeze got up at sunrise, and she broke up.

Next day I was sipping my grog and reading the _Bengal Courier,_ and it told the disastrous wreck of the brig _Antelope,_ wrecked in charge of a pilot; 'but no lives lost, and the owners fully insured.' Then there was the bark _Sally._ Why, you saw her yourself distressed on a lee shore." "Yes," said Wylie.

"I was in that tub, the _Grampus,_ and we contrived to claw off the Scillies; yet you, in your smart _Sally,_ got ashore.