Stories of persons and places in Europe . and out there, and the raging billowsare breaking over its planks. There is not a bold denizen of the Skawwho will not risk his life to save its helpless human freight. Leave yourroom during the pitch-dark night! The storm is so furious that you cannothear the roaring of the sea ; the winds terrific blasts meet you as you enterthe open air; the drifting sand, and clouds of small, sharp stones beatagainst your face. You perceive over you and around you a power whichseems mighty enough to suck up the sea itself; a thundering noise is burst-ing over you a
Stories of persons and places in Europe . and out there, and the raging billowsare breaking over its planks. There is not a bold denizen of the Skawwho will not risk his life to save its helpless human freight. Leave yourroom during the pitch-dark night! The storm is so furious that you cannothear the roaring of the sea ; the winds terrific blasts meet you as you enterthe open air; the drifting sand, and clouds of small, sharp stones beatagainst your face. You perceive over you and around you a power whichseems mighty enough to suck up the sea itself; a thundering noise is burst-ing over you and seemingly over the whole world. Climb up to the top ofthe sand hills m that deep gloom. Crawl on during the gusts of wind, andwhen you have gained the top, and when you have become somewhataccustomed to the blinding salt spray in your eyes, and the tomb-like dark-ness around, glance down on the boiling, foaming sea, and listen to—morepiercing than the sea-birds shrillest screams—that harrowing cry for helpthat cry of wild 88 Persons and Places in JBurope. Suddenly there is a light—a bonfire is kindled—and away out from theland a rocket is thrown towards the ship. By the flickering blue light ofthe bonfire they see the stranded vessel, fast imprisoned in the sand; theheavy frothing billows are dashing against it and vaulting over it; the peo-ple on board, in the mortal agony of impending death, are running againsteach other, some holding on by the rigging; the next tremendous wavemay sweep them off into the raging sea, and crushing the planks and beamsscatter them like chips over the shore. But helpful hands are near. A line is bound to the rocket that fell overthe ship; the line drew out a stronger rope; a connection was thus formedbetween the land and the wrecked vessel, and by its means every one onboard is brought safely to the shore. The Islands.—There is a wide contrast between the sand banks of Jut-land and the fertile islands lying to the east, con
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