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(January 19th to 25th)



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‘Well, there we lay – engines stopped, rollin’ to the swell, all dark, yards cock-billed, an’ that merry tune yowlin’ from the upper bridge. We fell in on the foc’sle, leavin’ a large open space by the capstan, where our sail-maker was sittin’ sewin’ broken firebars into the foot of an old ‘ammick.’

  

This is from “The Bonds of Discipline” in Traffics and Discoveries


The sea … drummed tackily to gather my attention, coughed, spat, cleared its throat, and, on the eve of that portentous communication, retired up stage as a multitude whispering. Anon, I caught the tramp of armies afoot, the hum of crowded cities awaiting the event, the single sob of a woman, and a dry roaring of wild beasts…

   

This is from “Their Lawful Occasions” in Traffics and Discoveries.


Very far to the west an elongated blur of red, low down, shows us the North Banks Mark Boat. There are specks of fire round her rising and falling – bewildered planets about an unstable sun – helpless shipping hanging on to her light for company’s sake. No wonder she could not quit station…

   

This is from “With the Night Mail” in Actions and Reactions

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