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Two Years in the French West Indies By Lafcadio Hearn Characters: 1015

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Fifth day out. Trade-winds from the south-east; a huge tumbling of mountain-purple waves;-the steamer careens under a full spread of canvas. There is a sense of spring in the wind to-day,-something that makes one think of the bourgeoning of Northern woods, when naked trees first cover themselves with a mist of tender green,-something that recalls the first bird-songs, the first climbings of sap to sun, and gives a sense of vital plenitude.

... Evening fills the west with aureate woolly clouds,-the wo

ol of the Fleece of Gold. Then Hesperus beams like another moon, and the stars burn very brightly. Still the ship bends under the even pressure of the warm wind in her sails; and her wake becomes a trail of fire. Large sparks dash up through it continuously, like an effervescence of flame;-and queer broad clouds of pale fire swirl by. Far out, where the water is black as pitch, there are no lights: it seems as if the steamer were only grinding out sparks with her keel, striking fire with her propeller.

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