. The book of months . THE BOOK OF MONTHS the screw worked its way to its accustomedspeed, the identity of the man was estabhshed,an entry was made, and we went on again, everfaster through the yellow twilight of the starsand the big, pitiless sea. The second moment was next morning. Thewind had , though the sea still ranhigh, and all heaven and earth were one in-credible blue. A sun of transcendent brillianceflamed overhead, and not a cloud flecked thehuge azure dome. Below, the great translucentwaves were at play in jovial boisterousness; theblue monsters flung themselves against th
. The book of months . THE BOOK OF MONTHS the screw worked its way to its accustomedspeed, the identity of the man was estabhshed,an entry was made, and we went on again, everfaster through the yellow twilight of the starsand the big, pitiless sea. The second moment was next morning. Thewind had , though the sea still ranhigh, and all heaven and earth were one in-credible blue. A sun of transcendent brillianceflamed overhead, and not a cloud flecked thehuge azure dome. Below, the great translucentwaves were at play in jovial boisterousness; theblue monsters flung themselves against the blackside of the ship and were shattered into a cloudof dazzling white, which, as it rose into the air,â /y/M ^8-S momently iridescent with rainbow, a high-day of light. About eleven of the morning asudden whisper and rumor ran round the ship,and by degrees the sequel of that tragic hourlast night was made known. The wife of the242 ii>- Mil v^. OCTOBER man who had fallen overboard the night beforewas with child, and the shock had brought on apremature delivery, and she had died. But thechild lived, and in all probability would do June had its tale repeated again, and whenthe weighted shroud slid into that ocean ofbrightness, wavered subaqueously and disappear-ed, I could have sworn for a moment that a sud-den waft of the smell of sweet-peas pierced thepungency of the sea. So both lie there in the depths of the unquietbay, though leagues apart. Will those two poortabernacles of mortality, I cannot but wonder,find some subtle mode of telegraphy in theirgreen sea-caves and speak to each other, or goto each other across the ooze of the depths, movedby some thresh of current .^ Or will they haveto wait there patiently in their crystal tombstill the sea gives up its dead, and they float upas the chrysalis of the dragon-fly floats upthrough the water, to find that the new heaven243 0^-\ : /^ â â â is .-â¢.-,.,â â â â
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