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The
"
Pilgrim
"
was
only
two
cables
'
lengths
from
the
coast
,
that
is
,
almost
touching
the
reefs
,
her
starboard
side
already
bathed
in
the
white
foam
of
the
surf
.
Each
moment
the
novice
thought
that
the
vessel
's
keel
was
going
to
strike
some
rocky
bottom
.
Suddenly
,
Dick
Sand
knew
,
by
a
change
in
the
color
of
the
water
,
that
a
channel
lengthened
out
among
the
reefs
.
He
must
enter
it
bravely
without
hesitating
,
so
as
to
make
the
coast
as
near
as
possible
to
the
shore
.
The
novice
did
not
hesitate
.
A
movement
of
the
helm
thrust
the
ship
into
the
narrow
and
sinuous
channel
.
In
this
place
the
sea
was
still
more
furious
,
and
the
waves
dashed
on
the
deck
.
The
blacks
were
posted
forward
,
near
the
barrels
,
waiting
for
the
novice
's
orders
.
"
Pour
the
oil
--
pour
!
"
exclaimed
Dick
Sand
.
Under
this
oil
,
which
was
poured
on
it
in
quantities
,
the
sea
grew
calm
,
as
by
enchantment
,
only
to
become
more
terrible
again
a
moment
after
.
The
"
Pilgrim
"
glided
rapidly
over
those
lubricated
waters
and
headed
straight
for
the
shore
.
Suddenly
a
shock
took
place
The
ship
,
lifted
by
a
formidable
wave
,
had
just
stranded
,
and
her
masting
had
fallen
without
wounding
anybody
.
The
"
Pilgrim
's
"
hull
,
damaged
by
the
collision
,
was
invaded
by
the
water
with
extreme
violence
.
But
the
shore
was
only
half
a
cable
's
length
off
,
and
a
chain
of
small
blackish
rocks
enabled
it
to
be
reached
quite
easily
.
