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body in a fellow-fisherman's little kitchen) the 

 man jumped up suddenly, and, with a tightened 

 face, staring before him at nothing, he pressed his 

 chest hard against the corner of the table. It was 

 as If, without warning, he had indeed been changed 

 to stone. Straightening himself up slowly, he 

 took our hands and placed them against his chest. 

 The muscles which had been so lissom were knotted 

 and strung to the hardness of wood. "Tis the 

 cramp,' he said. 'I gets it cruel — gets it to sea 

 sometimes. It passes away.' 



'Aye,' said Jim; 'an' I gets the indigestion 

 awful sometimes. We'm all o'us wrecks one way 

 or t'other.' 



He was still trying to excuse the ways of fate 

 to the old Henrietta. 



It was four o'clock. Dawn was filling the 

 garden with a thin greenish light, which made one 

 feel that the coming day was overlooking us, whose 

 minds were dark with the past night. 



The Waremen camped out on an unmade bed. 

 And next morning we drank with them, discussing 

 mainly the merits of men and women long since 

 dead. About noon they hoisted their tattered sail 

 with a halyard spliced in two places. Another 

 leading wind filled it, and in a few minutes the 



