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(1929) [MARC] Author: Martin Andersen Nexø Translator: Jacob Wittmer Hartmann
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dart out frightened to either side of the ship’s keel.

We are on board a dirty Dutch freight steamer.
We have canned food three times a day, sleep in little
canteen rooms right over the screw, surrounded by
open cases of raisins, dried prunes, groats, and dried
fish - and for these accommodations we have to pay
three hundred gold francs.

Every time I turn in my sleep, my head collides with
some sharp projecting iron, the name of which I
cannot ever guess. But what is the use of complaining?
A man of character should know what he is doing even
when he sleeps.

Not that we sleep very much. When the first petals
of the dawn come swinging down toward us on little
white waves, we are already up and doing, are reading
the log, finding our bearings on the chart, and perusing
the horizon with our big field-glass. We absorb this
new world with all our pores - and consume mountains
of canned meat into the bargain. The sea air uses
you up, said the sailor as he vomited.

“Such days, such nights!"

The sun stands in a cloudless sky for days, exerting
all its huge energy fruitlessly over the insatiable sea,
and when it drops fatigued beneath the horizon, the
ocean spreads itself out in golden loveliness as if to
hold it back; it shines in shameless colors and draws
off far to the west like a flood of golden hair. And the
sun takes a strong grip of this fair golden hair as it
goes down. And then there is a flood through the sea,
a blushing modesty as if the sea were ashamed of its
splendid nakedness; it faints pale away, with a golden
bloom breathed upon it. And from the east the

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