Outing . ENBERG A dull gray sky at end of day, a blood red sun at morn,*»? Signs of wrath in the stormy path of the Waters round the pumping of a falling glass, a cloud rack hurrying low,And the shrill pipe of the mollyhawk warned us of the southern Staten Land loomed close aboard; with topsIs shaken free,We ratched our ship from the rockbound coast that threatened on our topsls spread soon split to shreds before the rising gale,And hove to wind we drifted off, our yards bereft of before the hungry seas that rushed us night and day,Nor paused to lick the
Outing . ENBERG A dull gray sky at end of day, a blood red sun at morn,*»? Signs of wrath in the stormy path of the Waters round the pumping of a falling glass, a cloud rack hurrying low,And the shrill pipe of the mollyhawk warned us of the southern Staten Land loomed close aboard; with topsIs shaken free,We ratched our ship from the rockbound coast that threatened on our topsls spread soon split to shreds before the rising gale,And hove to wind we drifted off, our yards bereft of before the hungry seas that rushed us night and day,Nor paused to lick the dripping oil we fed them on their Way,For twenty storm-swept ocean leagues, the sleety ice bred blastHaled us to south of Ramirez; we rounded it at westerly gale that Veered to south, a head wind off the Horn,Was a fair breeze round Ramirez, as we hauled to the north that mom,We bent our topsls, squared away, set evry kite on high,And raced our ship to a warmer sea where the flying fishes TWO TURTLE HUNTERS PADDLED TO OUR CAMP Illustration for The Fountain of Youth, page 26. OUTINGouting63newy
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