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Physically, Pete was the black type of Celt The wild thatch of his

scrubbing-brush hair shone purple in the light Scrape his face as he

would, the purple shadow of his beard seerained in his white

white skin Black-browed and black-lashed, he had the lureen eyes of the colleen There was a curious untamable

quality in his look that was the mixture of two mad strains, the

aloofness of the Celt and the aloofness of the genius

Three weeks passed The clear, warm-cool, lucid, sunny weather kept up

The ocean flattened, gradually Twice every twenty-four hours the tide

brought treasure; but it brought less and less every day Occasionally

careat disaster But calloused

as they were now to these experiences, the ot

By this tiruous collection stretched in parallel lines above

the high-water- and then soe of all descriptions, acres of

furniture, broken, split, blistered, discolored, swollen; piles of

carpets, rugs, towels, bed-linen, stained, faded, shrunken, torn; files

of swollen mattresses, pillows, cushions, life-preservers; heaps of

table-silver and kitchen-ware tarnished and rusty; oods, barrels boxes, books, suit-cases,

leather bags; trunks and trunks and more trunks and still more trunks;