In Winter Quarters 



the blackness where the two main 

 driveways meet, electric lamps are 

 showing bright red danger globes, 

 contrasting sharply with the soft white 

 glowing lines that mark the winding of 

 the boulevards amongst the trees. 

 Two bells have just struck, and I can 

 plainly hear the pounding of heavy 

 waves, spouting like geysers as the sea 

 wall's line is reached. We are off the 

 Irish coast! About midnight a Cun- 

 arder, inward bound, had discharged 

 her mails, and proceeded on her way. 

 If you have not steamed up this coast 

 on a moonless night, and have not 

 seen the spectacular flashing of vari- 

 colored lights as headland after head- 

 land, one after another, is reached 

 hour after hour, you have missed some- 

 thing worth sitting up on deck to see. 

 You can sleep when you go ashore next 

 day. And meantime as the passing pan- 

 orama slowly dissolves itself into the 

 mist you will translate "The Coastwise 

 Lights of England" understandingly. 

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