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| One would have taken her for a small Island | [Frontispiece] |
| Carpentering, Rigging, and Painting | [6] |
| Then began the slow interminable Ascent | [17] |
| Every Man at the capstan-bars was knocked down | [22] |
| Soon we came in sight of Queenstown | [29] |
| Captain Corsican and I bowed | [30] |
| When a body rolled at my feet | [40] |
| The waif was the hull of a ship | [49] |
| “They,” said he, “are people from the Far West” | [56] |
| I often see them leaning over the railings of the engine-rooms | [61] |
| He made an angry gesture, which I arrested | [68] |
| “I see,” said Dr. Pitferge | [76] |
| A fine-looking young fellow | [85] |
| His back rounded, and his head muffled in a hood | [91] |
| The Black Lady | [96] |
| He treated Drake with supreme contempt | [108] |
| Fabian went near to the cabin doors | [113] |
| One of the sailors lying unconscious | [122] |
| A troop of Minstrels | [130] |
| “Do you accept that blow?” | [132] |
| The Prayer for the Dead | [147] |
| I remained on deck, watching the storm rise | [152] |
| A small schooner was signalled to starboard | [153] |
| I turned, and saw Ellen, pale as death | [162] |
| The fog cleared off | [174] |
| Nature has combined everything to astonish the eye | [179] |
| The Cataract falling before us | [187] |
| “Fabian! Fabian!” cried she, at last | [191] |
| She plunged into the Clyde | [199] |
| “The same,” replied the Skipper | [208] |
| And soon disappeared | [213] |
| “Captain!” exclaimed he | [220] |
| Thank you, sir, thank you | [232] |
| He saw distinctly | [235] |
| The Squall | [244] |
| Crockston was examining the horizon attentively | [246] |
| Miss Halliburtt was standing on the poop | [251] |
| “I promise you, Miss Jenny” | [260] |
| Mr. Halliburtt? | [271] |
| Jenny fell into her father’s arms | [275] |
| He took the shell | [282] |
| “Well, Uncle Vincent” | [286] |