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And when the gale did grow lighter, and one by one the 

 herring boats spread broad, brown wings to get away, 

 we looked doubtfully at the surf outside. There was 

 still a bag of biscuits in the locker. The wind was dead 

 against us still. We would wait awhile. Memories of 

 beating round Cape Wrath were not forgotten. 



" We have had enough of action, and of motion we, 

 Rolled to starboard, rolled to- larboard, when the surge 

 was seething free." 



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