The Sea-Wolf

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London, Jack

"The Sea-Wolf"

And romantic it certainly was- the fog, like the gray shadow of infinite mystery, brooding over the whirling speck of earth; and men, mere motes of light and sparkle, cursed with an insane relish for work, riding their steeds of wood and steel through the heart of the mystery, groping their way blindly through the unseen, and clamoring and clanging in confident speech the while their hearts are heavy with incertitude and fear.

? ? ? ? The voice of my companion brought me back to myself with a laugh. I, too, had been groping and floundering, the while I thought I rode clear-eyed through the mystery.

? ? ? ? 'Hello! Somebody comin' our way,' he was saying. 'And d'ye hear that? He's comin' fast. Walkin' right along. Guess he don't hear us yet. Wind's in wrong direction.'

? ? ? ? The fresh breeze was blowing right down upon us, and I could hear the whistle plainly, off to one side and a little ahead.

? ? ? ? 'Ferryboat?' I asked.

? ? ? ? He nodded, then added: 'Or he wouldn't be keepin' up such a clip.

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London, Jack

"The Sea-Wolf"