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Barge No 3. 47
soon laden, and at last one fine day the jolly tars
weighed the anchor, and I danced away over the
Baltic waves.
“For the first time I beheld the unfathomable
space before me ; I learned to love its wondrous and
ever-changing beauty. I became enraptured when
I beheld the first speck of dawn dart forth as an
arrow of fire, and ignite the cold grey billows with
the fire of the eastern sun, till all the ocean was one
expanse of glittering waves. With what a charm
did the mantling sunset reflect itself on the grey-
tinted main, as if it were a mirror of steel. And
when the stars appeared—spangled on the veil of
night—I floated listlessly on the water in a dream
of bliss) When the sea was calm, I beheld with
joy my own beauty traced in the sighing waves
that wooed my sides; but when the foam of angry
billows roared around me, and swept in vain over
my deck, I exulted in my strength of limb. On
many a voyage have I felt the radiant sunbeams
pierce my deck as if they were darted assegais:
most so when I passed the equator. I came to distant
climes where groups of palm-trees towered along
the shores, and raised their leafy domes against the
azure sky. Black slaves dragged heavy sugar-chests
down to the harbour, and when I sailed homewards
with the precious cargoes, many a night when all
was still around me did I listen to the tales the
sugar-chests were telling each other about the vast
fields where the sugar-cane grew thick as bulrushes
en the water’s edge, and where the negroes writhed
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