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Francis Lynde,  Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 8 (1923)

“ As the longest night will finally come to an end so will the most toilsome flight. In due course of time we came out upon the other beach not so very far from the black bulk of the stranded Vesta. A cooling breeze had sprung up, blowing in from the sea, and I was glad, thinking it would drive the mosquitoes back from the beach, as it did. The red lantern which we had hoisted at the Vesta's masthead at dark glowed like a red star against a background of white-starred black velvet and I pointed it out to Alison.
“That light is on the schooner. It's only a little way now.
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Francis Lynde,  Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 8 (1923)

“ With the breeze coming off the land we had a fair sailing wind and the whaleboat behaved very well, making good time as we coasted along between the reef and the mainland. The coast line of the island on that side—on both sides, as we afterward learned—was somewhat irregular, being in dented with little bays and coves with blunt headlands to separate them, and it was just as we were rounding the first of these headlands and were getting our last glimpse of the beached Vesta that Alison laid a hand on my arm. ”
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Francis Lynde,  Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 8 (1923)

“ Some half hour later Hedda dished us up a breakfast which, though it made reckless havoc of our scanty larder stock was a vast improvement upon anything we'd had since the Vesta had left Miami. Dorgan, Brill and the sailors gorged themselves at the galley but Hedda served Alison and me on the break of the deck house. While we were eating I told Alison that our food supply was about exhausted and that if we couldn't renew it from the wreck of the Waikiki we'd soon be no better off than the yacht's survivors. ”
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