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rounded by water, and all I knew of the world was 

 that I rested on a hard bit of crag — so Bermuda 

 must be above water. The Third Day of Genesis 

 was yet to dawn, for early therein is a mention of 

 dry land and that was, to my senses, yet to come. 

 Shifting my cramped limbs, I slipped and slid down 

 the rivulets and waterfalls until by the mere cessa- 

 tion of liquid sound I knew I had reached the level 

 of most of our globe. The downpour had long ago 

 flattened whatever motion the ocean might have 

 had of its own. I dipped still farther — the rain 

 ceased to pelt my knees and shoulders and I knew 

 I was neck deep under the sea. I reached out and 

 swashed the water back and forth and something 

 stuck between my fingers. I plucked at it and 

 palmed it, and climbed back upon the only ma- 

 terial in the world which was not water. Bracing 

 my toes into convenient crevices I shook the water 

 from my eyes and gazed mistily at what I had sal- 

 vaged from the waves. Vague messages traveled 

 from eyes to mind — strangely from a forgotten 

 world, a world which held such qualities as sun- 

 light and dryness, an unwatery world. I held a 

 grape in my hand — that idea persisted for a long 

 time, and I looked steadily at it between drops, try- 

 ing to picture the necessary dryness which was re- 

 quired to make of a grape a reality. I had almost 

 succeeded when a spark of accessory memory made 

 it plain that this could not be a grape. It might have 

 been several other things, but its actualness burst 

 upon me and for a few minutes I experienced the 



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