equinoctial gales that year. We waited long for news of the Lone Star of Savannah, but none ever reached us. We did at last hear that somewhere far out in the Atlantic a shattered sternpost of a boat was seen swinging in the trough of a wave, with the letters “ L. S. ” carved upon it, and that is all which we shall ever know of the fate of the Lone Star .
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