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and the gilt trucks at her mastheads sparkle in the sun. 

 We go and bathe ourselves in the broiling sun along her 

 warm sides, where the thermometer is actually above 

 freezing point, smoke a peaceful pipe, gazing at the 

 white spring clouds that lightly fleet across the blue 

 expanse. Some of us perhaps think of spring-time 

 yonder at home, when the birch trees are bursting into 

 leaf." 





