Lord Montagu's Page

It was a dark and stormy night, -a very dark night indeed. No dog's mouth, whether terrier, mastiff, or Newfoundland, was ever so dark as that night. The hatches had been battened down, and every aperture but one, by which any of the great, curly-pated, leaping waves could jump into the vessel, had been closed. What vessel? the reader may perhaps inquire. Well, that being a piece of reasonable curiosity, -although I do wish, as a general thing, that readers would not be so impatient, -I will gratify it, and answer the inquirer's question; and, indeed, would have told him all about it in five minutes if he would but have given me ti