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And still no more dead men, I twitted Louis, when Smoke and Henderson, side by side, in friendly conversation, took their first exercise on deck. Louis surveyed me with his shrewd grey eyes, and shook his head portentously. Shes a-comin, I tell you, and itll be sheets and halyards, stand by all hands, when she begins to howl. Ive had the feel iv it this long time, and I can feel it now as plainly as I feel the rigging iv a dark night. Shes close, shes close. Who goes first? I queried. Not fat old Louis, I promise you, he laughed. For tis in the bones iv me I know that come this time next year Ill be gazin in the old mothers eyes, weary with watchin iv the sea for the five sons she gave to it. Wots e been syin to yer? Thomas Mugridge demanded a moment later. That hes going home some day to see his mother, I answered diplomatically. I never ad none, was the Cockneys comment, as he gazed with lustreless, hopeless eyes into mine. |
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