Homeward Bound - or, the Chase by James Fenimore Cooper
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The words were no sooner uttered than the boat was tossing and whirling in the caldron left by the passing ship. Chapter V. What country, Mends, is this? Illyria, lady. TWELFTH NIGHT. Captain Truck cast an eye aloft to see if everything drew, as coolly as if nothing out of the usual course had happened; he and his crew having, seemingly, regarded the attempt to board them as men regard the natural phenomena of the planets, or in other words, as if the ship, of which they were merely parts, had escaped by her own instinct or volition. This habit of considering the machine as the governing principle is rather general among seamen, who, while they ease a brace, or drag a bowline, as the coachman checks a rein, appear to think it is only permitting the creature to work her own will a little more freely. It is true all _know_ better, but none talk, or indeed would seem to _feel_, as if they thought otherwise. "Did you observe how the old barky jumped out of the way of those rovers |
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