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A SCHOONER, listing sharply to a fra- 

 grant breeze, gives me the motion 

 that I best like, when I stand well for- 

 ward, feeling the kiss of chill spray over 

 the bow. The delight is emphatic after 

 a long rain (alternating shower and fog), 

 during which nothing better than a swarm 

 of mosquitos has offered relief from the 

 lifeless monotony of a breathless sea. In- 

 deed, it was like magic when I awoke and 

 felt the swell under me. I sat up in my 

 little musty bunk, rubbing my eyes, then 

 hurried on with my clothes. No sooner 

 was my head above deck, as I mounted 

 the narrow ladder, than I smelled as well 

 as felt the weather's change. Half the sky 

 was already clear; the breeze had the fog 

 going, while our little schooner flew after 

 it like a bird. 



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