CHAPTER VI.
WE BECOME COAL HEAVERS.
The little strip of North American coast between Delaware Breakwater and Block Island is very interesting, and, in places, beautiful.

The long beaches and bare sand dunes have a solemn beauty all their own.
Though the boys on the "Yankee" took in and appreciated the loveliness of this bit of coast, they were getting rather familiar with it and somewhat bored.

They longed for "pastures new." Summer had almost begun, but still the fog and rain held sway.

The ship crept through the night like a big gray ghost--dark, swift, and, except in the densest fogs, silent.

Pea-coats were an absolute necessity, and woolen gloves would have been a great comfort.