Storm Warriors

O Mamma, I do hope that we shall be wrecked on the Goodwin Sands, that we may be saved by the brave life-boat men!
You horrid boy, hold your tongue, do, replied the Mamma, who was anticipating, with some degree of nervousness, starting upon a voyage for Australia in about three weeks' time, and could scarcely be expected to enter to the full into her young son's very practical enthusiasm.
But within the last half hour the boy's shrill voice had been heard at the Ramsgate pier-head, among th...