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dered set. The anchor was brought inboard and lashed to the cleats close by the port cat. The crew, feeling their sea legs, brought out hose
k and stood by the green starboard light of the ship, which was turned out. He felt the warm breath of the following wind, gulpe
cloud bank, and the cleft which marked the Golden Gate was crossed by the white water o
r jib boom? What trade stuff and spoil would be crammed between the hatches? He revolved these questions over and over in his mind, and was in
ow the land
art is il
men come to m
a great silver watch, gathered in the
o the Pacific on her first leg at
ack out of the line and replaced the silver watch. "Maybe the Ma
tehouse and Cushner. The British whaler had a voice like a costermonger, and "Blym me, y
n he had piloted to Point Barrow and the reaches of the Mackenzie. A younger son, with money to spend, had chartered a whaler and taken the Northern seas in search of new game. Game he had found in plenty: walrus, seals-both hair
d their breeds. One was a cockney, like the mate. Another was a blue-eyed Dane. Three Gay Island natives were mixed with two Kanakas. Two bore the high cheekbon
impressed Stirling as far out of the ordinary. It was not only the polished fingernails and the resolute set to the jaw, b
eve and worked aft to the break of the poop on t
hearing of the busy crew. "What do
. Some cre
king down the deck with squeegees. "Eighteen hands before the mast," he said.
ailor who came
ink he'll stay below for a watch or two. Somebody-maybe it was Mar
ou make of
Maybe a good m
d Marr in the
hat fellow like a killer whale. He'll
e a slight spot showed on the deck. Grasping a Gay Islander by the neck, he led him to the omission and p
fourteen knots with reserve steam. The fore, main, and mizzen sails filled and billowed and the foretopmast staysail and jib held the following wind. Wh
light rail, searching the sea ahead with his glasses. He turned to th
est by
west by north.
California disappeared astern. It left to mark its position a low line of