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Tempest

           If‘tan’t,I’llbideit.Lordaboveblessyou,andblessall!Mates,makemeready!I’ma-goingoff!’

           Iwassweptaway,butnotunkindly,tosomedistance,wherethepeoplearoundmemademestay;urging,asIconfusedlyperceived,thathewasbentongoing,withhelporwithout,andthatIshouldendangertheprecautionsforhissafetybytroublingthosewithwhomtheyrested.Idon’tknowwhatIanswered,orwhattheyrejoined;butIsawhurryonthebeach,andmenrunningwithropesfromacapstanthatwasthere,andpenetratingintoacircleoffiguresthathidhimfromme.Then,Isawhimstandingalone,inaseaman’sfrockandtrousers:aropeinhishand,orslungtohiswrist:anotherroundhisbody:andseveralofthebestmenholding,atalittledistance,tothelatter,whichhelaidouthimself,slackupontheshore,athisfeet.

           Thewreck,eventomyunpractisedeye,wasbreakingup.Isawthatshewaspartinginthemiddle,andthatthelifeofthesolitarymanuponthemasthungbyathread.Still,heclungtoit.Hehadasingularredcapon,notlikeasailor’scap,butofafinercolour;andasthefewyieldingplanksbetweenhimanddestructionrolledandbulged,andhisanticipativedeath-knellrung,hewasseenbyallofustowaveit.Isawhimdoitnow,andthoughtIwasgoingdistracted,whenhisactionbroughtanoldremembrancetomymindofaoncedearfriend.

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