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The Refugees

CHAPTER XXVII
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"We are out of luck," said he.
Amos Green looked about him with startled eyes.

"I cannot understand it," said he.

"I could have sworn--By the eternal, listen to that!" The clear call of a military bugle rang out in the morning air.

With a cry of amazement they all three craned forward and peered over the edge.
A large ship was lying under the very shadow of the iceberg.

They looked straight down upon her snow-white decks, fringed with shining brass cannon, and dotted with seamen.


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