. The Red Eric; or, The whaler's last cruise. A tale . SPINNING A WILD SCENE. 75 One night several of the men were grouped onand around the windlass, chatting, singing, and spinning yarns. Ailie Dunning stood nearthem, lost in wonder and admiration ; for the earsand eyes of the child were assailed in a mannernever before experienced or dreamed of even inthe most romantic mode of cloud-wandering. It was a very dark night, darker than usual,and not a breath of wind ruffled the sea, whichwas like a sheet of undulating glass — for, be itremembered, there is no such thing at any timeas abso
. The Red Eric; or, The whaler's last cruise. A tale . SPINNING A WILD SCENE. 75 One night several of the men were grouped onand around the windlass, chatting, singing, and spinning yarns. Ailie Dunning stood nearthem, lost in wonder and admiration ; for the earsand eyes of the child were assailed in a mannernever before experienced or dreamed of even inthe most romantic mode of cloud-wandering. It was a very dark night, darker than usual,and not a breath of wind ruffled the sea, whichwas like a sheet of undulating glass — for, be itremembered, there is no such thing at any timeas absolute stillness in the ocean. At all times,even in the profoundest calm, the long, slow, gen-tle swell rises and sinks with unceasing regularity,like the bosom of a man in deep slumber. Dense clouds of black smoke and occasionallurid sheets of flame rose from the try-works,which were situated between the foremast andthe main-hatch. The tops of the masts were lostin th^ curling smoke, and the black waves of thesea Beamed and flashed in the red light all roundthe ship
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