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After the fashion of these gulf stor, nor offered any clemency when it had arrived Where but a

half-hour since the heavens had been fair, the sea rippling, suave and

kind, now the sky was not visible at all and the tuely as in a nature wholly changed The wind sang

oe we drove on into a bank of

mist A chill as of doom swiftly had replaced the balm of the southern

sky; and forsooth, all the one

And as our craft, laboring, thrust forward blindly into this reek,

with naught of comfort on any hand, nor even the di on ahead, in like travail of going, in

like groaning to the very soul, the bark of my life now lay in the

welter, helpless, reft of storm and strife, blind, counseled by no

fixed ray ahead I know not what purpose remained in me, that, like

the ship which bore us, I still, dued onward to some point fixed by reason or desire before

reason and desire had been engulfed by this final unkindness of the

world For e of the

boat, the shriek of the wind, the wild ic andman's tastes even in hours more