ILLUSTRATIONS.
| THE LITTLE FELLOW SMILED IN THE WEATHER-BEATEN FACE | Frontispiece. | |
| “I CAME TO YOU FROM THE SEA,” HE SAID, PATTING HER THIN CHEEKS | Faces page | 28 |
| “SEEMS TO ME I WOULDN’T FEEL SO BAD ABOUT IT IF I WAS YOU” | ” ” | 44 |
| “THAT GENTLEMAN THERE REFUSES TO RETURN A GOLD BALL AND CHAIN THAT I HANDED HIM FOR EXAMINATION” | ” ” | 52 |
| IN ANOTHER MOMENT IT FLASHES FULL IN THE WHITE FACES OF BREEZE McCLOUD AND HIS COMPANIONS | ” ” | 68 |
| “YOU’RE CRAZY, LAD! YOU CAN’T LIVE A MINUTE IN SUCH A SEA” | ” ” | 90 |
| THERE WAS A LONG, FIRM HAND-CLASP BETWEEN THEM | ” ” | 98 |
| “QUICK, NOW! LET’S GET HIM ABOARD THIS SCHOONER” | ” ” | 116 |
| A LARGE WHALE ROSE TO THE SURFACE TO BLOW | ” ” | 140 |
| IN A MINUTE MORE THEY HAD SNATCHED THE BUOY FROM THE ICE-RAFT | ” ” | 150 |
| AND THE TWO ATHLETIC YOUNG FELLOWS DREW THE ALMOST HELPLESS FORM OF THEIR SHIPMATE SLOWLY BUT STEADILY TO WHERE THEY STOOD | ” ” | 166 |
| “BLOW, SONNY, BLOW!” CRIED ONE OF THE MEN | ” ” | 174 |
| NOT A HUMAN BEING WAS TO BE SEEN ON BOARD OF HER, NOR DID THEIR HAIL RECEIVE ANY ANSWER | ” ” | 198# |
| “ME AN’ DE CAP’N, WE’S BEEN HABIN’ A MONS’ROUS HARD TIME” | ” ” | 204 |
| “BLESS MY SOUL, IF IT ISN’T BREEZE McCLOUD!” | ” ” | 238 |
| NIMBUS, RAISING HIM CLEAR OF THE DECK, HELD HIM AT ARM’S-LENGTH ABOVE HIS HEAD | ” ” | 242 |
| MATEO, WITH A HOWL OF DISMAY, HAD DARTED FORWARD AND VANISHED IN THE FORECASTLE; WHILE NIMBUS, WITH A YELL OF AFFRIGHT, HAD ROLLED AFT | ” ” | 260 |
| THE FIRST VIEW OF ICELAND | ” ” | 266 |
| THE YACHT CAME DIRECTLY TOWARDS THEM | ” ” | 288 |
| BREEZE’S WELCOME TO THE ”SAGA” | ” ” | 292 |
| “YOU OUGHT TO HAVE WORN A DIVING SUIT, NIMBUS,” | ||
| SAID BREEZE | ” ” | 310 |
| THOSE ON BOARD THE GREAT STEAMER GAZED WITH ADMIRATION AT THE DAINTY YACHT | ” ” | 326 |
| BREEZE STARED IN AMAZEMENT AT WOLFE’S MOTHER | ” ” | 332 |
| BREEZE’S WELCOME HOME | ” ” | 350 |
Do you carry a dory, captain?
Do you carry a dory on your deck?
Manned by two bold fishermen,
To save a life or board a wreck.
Landsmen cry, “Man the life-boat!” captain,
“Man the life-boat off our coast!”
But, captain, man the dory,
The fisherman’s glory,
The Banker’s pride and boast.
By the B. H. M.
DORYMATES:
A STORY OF THE FISHING BANKS.