ON THE COAST OF AEEAN 



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for many long years a black dismantled hull. 

 Through its shrunken ribs the sky may be seen, 

 and one thinks of the hardy fellows who once 

 guided its keel along the deep, and who now 

 slumber in the mountain graveyard which we 





have just passed. The river bed is very 

 shallow, but when a flood-tide has been flowing 

 we have once or twice navigated our boat from 

 the sea and up the stream till we have found 

 ourselves under the green birch boughs just 

 below the footbridge. 



