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against the swift tide to the comparative safety 

 of the shelter of Peddocks, where you catch the 

 back wash that helps you well along the lee of 

 Prince's Head. 



And so the Argonauts sail westward again in 

 the pitch blackness of the gathering storm. 

 They know the harbor floor as they know the 

 floors of their homes and can as well feel their 

 way. What if the falling tide leaves the flats 

 bare and they may not win to the mooring, but 

 must lie at anchor off the channel edge until 

 morning shows gray through the rain? They 

 have won the golden fleece of adventure from 

 the blue sea to eastward and sailed home with it. 



