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Chapter 5 - This Voyage
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See a gallant ship that left the
port, fairly and bravely rigged, with all her colours flying,
cleaving her way through the high sea, which is as unwrinkled
as the brow of childhood, and seems to laugh with many a twinkling
smile; and when night falls, the moonbeams play on many a wave,
and the brightness of the day has left a delicious balminess behind
it in the air, and the ship is anchored in a treacherous bottom,
and soon all in her is still, save the gentle drowsy gurgling
that tells that water is the element in which she floats; hut.
in the (lead of the night the anchor loses its hold, mid then
the current., deep and powerful, bears her noiselessly whither
it will, and in the morning the wail of desperation rises from
her, for she has fallen on a shoal, and as the breeze springs
up with the daylight, rudely dashes her planks against the shoal,
contrasts strangely with the peacefulness of the past evening.
How important good anchorage ground. |
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© Peter Smith 2009