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  • On our side the fire had done no more than scorch

    On our side the fire had done no more than scorch

    on Feb 11, 12
    in Literature, Photos
    by Themnific
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    We went down the lane, by the body of the man in black, sodden now from the overnight hail, and broke into the woods at the foot of the hill. We pushed through these towards the railway without meeting a soul. The woods across the line were but the scarred and blackened ruins of woods; for the most part the trees had fallen, but a certain proportion still stood, dismal grey stems, with dark brown foliage instead of green. Image Source On our side the fire had done no more

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  • Now in getting under weigh, the station generally occupied by the pilot

    Now in getting under weigh, the station generally occupied by the pilot

    on Oct 30, 11
    in Edgar, Literature
    by Themnific
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    It was now clear sunrise. Soon the crew came on board in twos and threes; the riggers bestirred themselves; the mates were actively engaged; and several of the shore people were busy in bringing various last things on board. Meanwhile Captain Ahab remained invisibly enshrined within his cabin. At length, towards noon, upon the final dismissal of the ship’s riggers, and after the Pequod had been hauled out from the wharf, and after the ever-thoughtful Charity had come off in a whale-boat, with her last gift—a night-cap for Stubb, the

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  • When the entire ship’s company were assembled

    When the entire ship’s company were assembled

    on Mar 12, 11
    in Headline, Literature
    by Themnific
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    But on the occasion in question, those dents looked deeper, even as his nervous step that morning left a deeper mark. And, so full of his thought was Ahab, that at every uniform turn that he made, now at the main-mast and now at the binnacle, you could almost see that thought turn in him as he turned, and pace in him as he paced; so completely possessing him, indeed, that it all but seemed the inward mould of every outer movement. “D’ye mark him, Flask?” whispered Stubb; “the chick

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