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The Days of a Man 1900 



ment of many weeks before. Tied to the railing of the 

 ship, they were a source of endless interest to the 

 passengers, the children especially. One day, how- 

 ever, the male broke loose. Refusing to be caught, 

 he climbed to the top of the smokestack and clung 

 there like grim death till morning, when, hungry and 

 subdued, he came back to his tether. 



At noon the great white ship moved majestically 

 out through the smooth waters. The air being clear, 

 I traced as they filed past Yokosuka, Uraga, Kuri- 

 hama, then the long promontory of Misaki with her 

 outlying lighthouse on Jogashima slowly dropping 

 below the horizon. Fuji was more than half hidden 

 by clouds; its profile, barely suggested, faded slowly 

 into mist. On the other side the fishing towns and 

 green hills of Boshu grew dim with the rest, and 

 finally, smoking Oshima far out receded into 

 happy memory. 



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