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says says,--"If ye love Me, keep My commandments."
CHAPTER TWO.
It was what sailors call a "dirty night." When you looked out upon the
sea, it seemed as if there were nothing there but horrible darkness. If
you went down to the beach, however,--close under the fishing village
of Sunland--you found that there was just enough of light to make the
darkness visible.
Tremendous waves came rolling madly into the bay, their white crests
gleaming against the black sky until they came down like thunder on
the sand. The wind roared and whistled over the bay, cutting off the
foam-tops of the billows, and hurling them against the neighbouring
cliffs. Mingled rain and hail filled the shrieking blast, and horrid uproar
seemed to revel everywhere.
"God have mercy on those at sea," was uttered by many a lip that night.
It was a most suitable prayer! Some there were, doubtless, who uttered
it with a little shudder as they turned in their beds, but said and did
nothing more. Others there were, weak in body perhaps, but strong in
spirit, who reflected, with some degree of comfort, that they had given
of their gold to help those whose business it is to help the perishing.
And there were others who had little gold to give, but who gladly gave
their strong, stalwart bodies, and risked their precious lives to save the

perishing.
Many of these last were on the beach at Sunland that night, with oilskin
coats and caps, cowering in the lee of boats and rocks, or leaning
against the furious gale as they tried to gaze out to sea through the
blinding sleet and spray.
Among these fishermen were two young men--tall and strong--who
seemed to despise shelter, and stood at the very edge of the raging sea.
One was a black-bearded man of the Coastguard. The other, as his
dress betokened, was a Jack-tar of the Royal Navy.
"There, she shows a light," said the naval youth, as a flame, like that of
a blazing tar-barrel, shot suddenly up against the dark sky and showed
the rigging of a wreck, far out in the bay where the war of wind and
waves was fiercest.
Scarcely had this light appeared when the Coastguardsman laid his
hand on the young sailor's shoulder and pointed towards the cliffs far
away to the left of the bay. There a rocket had cut the heavens with a
line of vivid fire. While they gazed, another sprang up into the sky.
"A vessel on the rocks!" said the Coastguardsman, (he had to shout in
the other's ear, so loud was the gale); "my duty lies there. Will you go
with me, or stay to see the lifeboat start?"
"I'll stick by the lifeboat," shouted the man-of-war's man, and they
parted.
Ah! it was grand to see that lifeboat go into action. She could be easily
seen, though the night was so dark, for she was painted pure white and
bright blue, with a scarlet strip round her--a "thing of light," but by no
means a light thing! She was so large, and stout, and heavy, that she
required a strong carriage on four wheels to transport her from her
boat-house to the edge of the sea, which foamed, and hissed, and leaped
up at her bow as if to taste the morsel which it hoped soon to swallow.
While the boat was yet on its carriage, her stout coxswain, or captain,

clambered in.
"Now then, my jolly volunteers," he shouted, "jump up, and on wi' your
life-belts."
At that word our handsome young sailor laid his hands on the edge of
the boat and vaulted into her as if he had been made of india-rubber.
Ten more men followed his example, and quickly put on their belts.
"Nobody's allowed to go off without a life-belt," said the coxswain to
the young sailor, "besides, it's against rules to let you go."
"How's that?" asked the youth; "you called for volunteers."
"Yes, but our volunteer-crew is already made up, so you must jump out.
Thank you all the same, my fine fellow."
The man-of-war's man was too well disciplined to think of resistance,
even for a moment. With a look of disappointment and an active bound,
he leaped out upon the sand.
At that moment one of the men raised an oar, which was blown round
by a sudden blast, and its end struck another of the crew on the temple,
rendering him almost insensible. He had to be put out at once, and
another volunteer was called for. Like a flash of light, our youthful
seaman again vaulted into the boat. His services were now accepted,
and a cork life-belt was given to him, which he quickly put on.
Meanwhile crowds of men, and even some