Oh, I see what you're at-there" and he threw down three or four gold pieces on the threshold. What you mought call me? You mought call me captain. "I'm a plain man rum and bacon and eggs is what I want, and that head up there for to watch ships off. Here you, matey," he cried to the man who trundled the barrow "bring up alongside and help up my chest. "Well, then," said he, "this is the berth for me. Harris never “weeps, he knows not why.” If Harris’s eyes fill with tears, you can bet it is because Harris has been eating raw onions, or has put too much Worcester over his chop. There is no poetry about Harris-no wild yearning for the unattainable. Then the big pipes are filled and lighted, and the pleasant chat goes round in musical undertone while, in the pauses of our talk, the river, playing round the boat, prattles strange old tales and secrets, sings low the old child’s song that it has sung so many thousand years. Then we run our little boat into some quiet nook, and the tent is pitched, and the frugal supper cooked and eaten. From the dim woods on either bank, Night’s ghostly army, the grey shadows, creep out with noiseless tread to chase away the lingering rear-guard of the light, and pass, with noiseless, unseen feet, above the waving river-grass, and through the sighing rushes and Night, upon her sombre throne, folds her black wings above the darkening world, and, from her phantom palace, lit by the pale stars, reigns in stillness.
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