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Portrait of R. M. Ballantyne R. M. Ballantyne The Floating Light of the Goodwin Sands

As the evening advanced the gale increased in violence tenfold, and darkness settled down like an impenetrable pall over land and sea. The roar of breakers on the Goodwin Sands became so loud that it was sometimes heard on board the Gull-light above the howling of the tempest. The sea rose so much and ran so violently among the conflicting currents caused by wind, tide, and sand-banks, that the Gull plunged, swooped, and tore at her cable so that the holding of it might have appeared to a landsman little short of miraculous.
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Portrait of R. M. Ballantyne R. M. Ballantyne The Floating Light of the Goodwin Sands

If no strong hearts of men like you
Beat for charming woman?
“Who would rise at duty’s call;
Who would fight to win or fall;
Who would care to live at all,
Were it not for woman?”
Prolonged and rapturous cheers greeted this effusion, in the midst of which the enthusiastic Jerry MacGowl sprang to his feet, waved his glass above his head—spilling half of its contents on the pate of a bald skipper who sat next to him—and cheered lustily.
“Men of the Ramsgate lifeboat,” shouted Queeker, “I call on you to pledge the ladies—with all the honours!”
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Portrait of R. M. Ballantyne R. M. Ballantyne The Floating Light of the Goodwin Sands

When the anchor was reached, a small portion of the foresail was set, and then, cutting the cable with one blow of a hatchet, away they went like the scudding foam right over the boiling shallows on the spit of sand.
“Hand out a blue-light there,” cried the coxswain. A sharp blow caused the blue-fire to flare up and shed a light that fell strong as that of the full moon on the mingled grave, pale, stern, and terrified faces in the lifeboat.
“Safe!” muttered one of the crew.
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