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Title: Saved at Sea
A Lighthouse Story

Author: Mrs. O.F. Walton

Release Date: January 28, 2004 [EBook #10849]

Language: English

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SAVED AT SEA

A Lighthouse Story

BY MRS O.F. WALTON
AUTHOR OF 'CHRISTIE'S OLD ORGAN'
'A PEEP BEHIND THE SCENES'
'LITTLE DOT' ETC.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. MY STRANGE HOME
II. THE FLARE AT SEA
III. THE BUNDLE SAVED
IV. LITTLE TIMPEY
V. THE UNCLAIMED SUNBEAM
VI. THE OLD GENTLEMAN'S QUESTION
VII. A THICK FOG
VIII. WAITING FOR THE BOAT
IX. A CHANGE IN THE LIGHTHOUSE
X. OUR NEW NEIGHBOUR
XI. ON THE ROCK
XII. THE SUNBEAM CLAIMED

SAVED AT SEA.

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CHAPTER I.

MY STRANGE HOME.

It was a strange day, the day that I was born. The waves were beating
against the lighthouse, and the wind was roaring and raging against
everything. Had not the lighthouse been built very firmly into the
strong solid rock, it, and all within it, must have been swept into the
deep wild sea.

It was a terrible storm. My grandfather said he had never known such a
storm since he came to live on the island, more than forty years before.

Many ships went down in the storm that day, and many lives were lost.
But in the very midst of it, when the wind was highest, and the waves
were strongest, and when the foam and the spray had completely covered
the lighthouse windows, I, Alick Fergusson, was born.

I was born on a strange day, and I was born into a strange home. The
lighthouse stood on an island, four miles distant from any land. The
island was not very large; if you stood in the middle of it, you could
see the sea all round you--that sea which was sometimes so blue and
peaceful, and at other times was as black as ink, and roaring and
thundering on the rocky shores of the little island. At one side of the
island, on a steep rock overh