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The Cruise of the Coracle

           Ibegantobehorriblyfrightened,butIkeptmyhead,forallthat.First,movingwithallcare,Igraduallybaledoutthecoraclewithmysea-cap;then,gettingmyeyeoncemoreabovethegunwale,Isetmyselftostudyhowitwasshemanagedtoslipsoquietlythroughtherollers.

           Ifoundeachwave,insteadofthebig,smoothglossymountainitlooksfromshoreorfromavessel’sdeck,wasforalltheworldlikeanyrangeofhillsondryland,fullofpeaksandsmoothplacesandvalleys.Thecoracle,lefttoherself,turningfromsidetoside,threaded,sotospeak,herwaythroughtheselowerpartsandavoidedthesteepslopesandhigher,topplingsummitsofthewave.

           "Well,now,"thoughtItomyself,"itisplainImustliewhereIamandnotdisturbthebalance;butitisplainalsothatIcanputthepaddleoverthesideandfromtimetotime,insmoothplaces,giveherashoveortwotowardsland."Nosoonerthoughtuponthandone.ThereIlayonmyelbowsinthemosttryingattitude,andeverynowandagaingaveaweakstrokeortwototurnherheadtoshore.

           Itwasverytiringandslowwork,yetIdidvisiblygainground;andaswedrewneartheCapeoftheWoods,thoughIsawImustinfalliblymissthatpoint,Ihadstillmadesomehundredyardsofeasting.Iwas,indeed,closein.Icouldseethecoolgreentree-topsswayingtogetherinthebreeze,andIfeltsureIshouldmakethenextpromontorywithoutfail.

           Itwashightime,forInowbegantobetorturedwiththirst.Theglowofthesunfromabove,itsthousandfoldreflectionfromthewaves,thesea-waterthatfellanddrieduponme,cakingmyverylipswithsalt,combinedtomakemythroatburnandmybrainache.

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