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(the foxes) live upon birds and their eggs, and, when 
they can’t get them, upon crow-berries, mussels, crabs, 
and what the sea casts oat.” 
Just before reaching the light-house, we saw the sun 
set in the Bay, — for standing on that narrow Cape was, 
as I have said, like being on the deck of a vessel, or 
rather at the masthead of a man-of-war, thirty miles at 
sea, though we knew that at the same moment the sun 
was setting behind our native hills, which were just 
below the horizon in that direction. This sight drove 
everything else quite out of our heads, and Homer and 
the Ocean came in again with a rush, — 
*Ei/ S' cTreo-' 'QKeapa Xa^iirpov (j)dos TjeXioLOy 
the shining torch of the sun fell into the ocean. 
