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Wayfarers All
Backintospeechagainitpassed,andwithbeatinghearthewasfollowingtheadventuresofadozenseaports,thefights,theescapes,therallies,thecomradeships,thegallantundertakings;orhesearchedislandsfortreasure,fishedinstilllagoonsanddozedday-longonwarmwhitesand.Ofdeep-seafishingsheheardtell,andmightysilvergatheringsofthemile-longnet;ofsuddenperils,noiseofbreakersonamoonlessnight,orthetallbowsofthegreatlinertakingshapeoverheadthroughthefog;ofthemerryhome-coming,theheadlandrounded,theharbourlightsopenedout;thegroupsseendimlyonthequay,thecheeryhail,thesplashofthehawser;thetrudgeupthesteeplittlestreettowardsthecomfortingglowofred-curtainedwindows.
Lastly,inhiswakingdreamitseemedtohimthattheAdventurerhadrisentohisfeet,butwasstillspeaking,stillholdinghimfastwithhissea-greyeyes.
"Andnow,"hewassoftlysaying,"Itaketotheroadagain,holdingonsouthwestwardsformanyalonganddustyday;tillatlastIreachthelittlegreyseatownIknowsowell,thatclingsalongonesteepsideoftheharbour.Therethroughdarkdoorwaysyoulookdownflightsofstonesteps,overhungbygreatpinktuftsofvalerianandendinginapatchofsparklingbluewater.
