Shielded, what sorts of life are stirring yet: Legs lagged like drains, slippers soft as fungus,... The gas and grate, the old cold sour grey bed.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There were many vessels, like gulls, skimming over the surface of the sea, now half concealed in its troughs, their dolphin- strik...ers plowing the water, now tossed on the top of the billows.... Some of these vessels lagged behind, while others steadily went ahead. We narrowly watched their rig and the cut of their jibs, and how they walked the water, for there was all the difference between them that there is between living creatures. But we wondered that they should be remembering Boston and New York and Liverpool, steering for them, out there; as if the sailor might forget his peddling business on such a grand highway. They had perchance brought oranges from the Western Isles; and were they carrying back the peel? We might as well transport our old traps across the ocean of eternity. Is that but another "trading flood," with its blessed isles? Is Heaven such a harbor as the Liverpool docks?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »