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46 Chit-Chat by Puck.
“ Listen! Ata wharf, far up in the north, I rested
on my bed of sleepers. Many a wind has blown
since that day. I felt an unspeakable desire to leave
the bed on shore and fly to the embrace of the
billows that were stretching out before me. At last
the longed-for day came. A great throng of people
had gathered on each side of me to witness my
being launched into the sea. Those that were on
my deck were all in holiday attire, and glasses were
ready in which to drink to my success. I shall
never forget the moment when for the first time I
felt the sensation of motion within me. It thrilled
me with a feeling of exquisite joy. Every fibre in
my wood was alive, and I felt myself borne on
white wings far away into the great space before
me. At the moment when my prow dipped into the
surging water a man ran up aft, and through the
speaking trumpet, proclaimed in a loud voice, ‘ This
brig is called The Eagle of the Seas!’ As if by some
magic word of command instantaneously hundreds
of flags and streamers were hoisted on and around
me, and there I lay cradled on the mighty deep,
mirroring myself in the calm waters of the bay—
a thing of beauty and grace.
“Now my days of glory began. I had a golden
eagle affixed to my prow, and I felt as if the yearn-
ing of my whole being was centred and expressed
in that proud bird with its expanded wings, ever
eager to fly out in the wide world. My masts
pointed to the sky, and the snowy sails hung in
graceful furls from my extended arms. I was
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