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wind! Howitblows! Howitblows! And the
whole ocean looks as if it wcre astir from the
very bottom. 15ig black billows vvith broad
white crests of foam come rolling, rolling,
rolling in—one wave does not wait for the other.
And how they break over the islands out where
the lighthouse is! The lighthouse stands like a
tall white ghost against the dark sea and the
dark sky;—sinks behind an enormous wave,
rises again, sinks and rises again. How swiftly
the clouds fly! How the ocean seethes and
roars! We hear it all over town, sobbing,
roar-ing, thundering! Away ki by the wharves of
the market square the waters are all in a
tur-moil. The little boats rock and rock, and the
hig ships dip up and down. The wet rigging
sparkles, the mooring chains strain and creak,
and there is such a smell of salt in the air! You
can almost taste the salt with your tongue.
In such weather the damaged ships come in.
One autumn there came a Spanish steamship,
with a green funnel and a white huil. It lay
with almost its whole steril under water when
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