Youth: And Two Other StoriesDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 339 من الصفحات |
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... stream flashed in sunshine , fell into a layer of white crawling smoke , and vanished on the black surface of coal . Steam ascended mingling with the smoke . We poured salt water as into a barrel without a bottom . It was our fate to ...
... stream flashed in sunshine , fell into a layer of white crawling smoke , and vanished on the black surface of coal . Steam ascended mingling with the smoke . We poured salt water as into a barrel without a bottom . It was our fate to ...
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... streaming with water and very crestfallen . The captain had sur- rendered the wheel , and apart , elbow on rail and chin in hand , gazed at the sea wistfully . We asked ourselves , What next ? I thought , Now , this is something like ...
... streaming with water and very crestfallen . The captain had sur- rendered the wheel , and apart , elbow on rail and chin in hand , gazed at the sea wistfully . We asked ourselves , What next ? I thought , Now , this is something like ...
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... it ? He wanted to take a length of old stream - cable and a kedge - anchor with him in the lung - boat . We said , ' Ay , ay , sir , ' deferentially , and on the quiet let the things slip overboard . The heavy 30 YOUTH.
... it ? He wanted to take a length of old stream - cable and a kedge - anchor with him in the lung - boat . We said , ' Ay , ay , sir , ' deferentially , and on the quiet let the things slip overboard . The heavy 30 YOUTH.
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... stream not in the vivid flush of a short day that comes and departs for ever , but in the august light of abiding memories . And indeed nothing is easier for a man who has , as the phrase goes , " followed the sea " with reverence and ...
... stream not in the vivid flush of a short day that comes and departs for ever , but in the august light of abiding memories . And indeed nothing is easier for a man who has , as the phrase goes , " followed the sea " with reverence and ...
الصفحة 62
... streams of death in life , whose banks were rotting into mud , whose waters , thickened into slime , invaded the con- torted mangroves , that seemed to writhe at us in the extremity of an impotent despair , Nowhere did we stop long ...
... streams of death in life , whose banks were rotting into mud , whose waters , thickened into slime , invaded the con- torted mangroves , that seemed to writhe at us in the extremity of an impotent despair , Nowhere did we stop long ...
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الصفحة 96 - It was unearthly, and the men were — No, they were not inhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of it — this suspicion of their not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled and leaped, and spun, and made horrid faces; but what thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity — like yours — the thought of your remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar.
الصفحة 118 - He began with the argument that we whites, from the point of development we had arrived at, 'must necessarily appear to them [savages] in the nature of supernatural beings - we approach them with the might as of a deity,' and so on, and so on. 'By the simple exercise of our will we can exert a power for good practically unbounded,
الصفحة 114 - ... the gift of expression, the bewildering, the illuminating, the most exalted and the most contemptible, the pulsating stream of light, or the deceitful flow from the heart of an impenetrable darkness.
الصفحة 64 - Six black men advanced in a file, toiling up the path. They walked erect and slow, balancing small baskets full of earth on their heads, and the clink kept time with their footsteps. Black rags were wound round their loins, and the short ends behind waggled to and fro like tails. I could see every rib, the joints of their limbs were like knots in a rope; each had an iron collar on his neck, and all were connected together with a chain whose bights swung between them, rhythmically clinking. Another...
الصفحة 150 - If such is the form of ultimate wisdom, then life is a greater riddle than some of us think it to be. I was within a hair's breadth of the last opportunity for pronouncement, and I found with humiliation that probably I would have nothing to say.
الصفحة 116 - You can't understand. How could you? — with solid pavement under your feet, surrounded by kind neighbours ready to cheer you or to fall on you, stepping delicately between the butcher and the policeman, in the holy terror of scandal and gallows and lunatic asylums...
الصفحة 4 - You fellows know there are those voyages that seem ordered for the illustration of life, that might stand for a symbol of existence. You fight, work, sweat, nearly kill yourself, sometimes do kill yourself, trying to accomplish something— and you can't. Not from any fault of yours. You simply can do nothing, neither great nor little— not a thing in the world— not even marry an old maid, or get a wretched 6oo-ton cargo of coal to its port of destination.
الصفحة 39 - English. The man up there raged aloud in two languages, and with a sincerity in his fury that almost convinced me I had, in some way, sinned against the harmony of the universe. I could hardly see him, but began to think he would work himself into a fit. 'Suddenly he ceased, and I could hear him snorting and blowing like a porpoise. I said ' "What steamer is this, pray?" ' "Eh? What's this? And who are you?" ' "Castaway crew of an English barque burnt at sea. We came here tonight. I am the second...
الصفحة 37 - ... ice, shimmering in the dark. A red light burns far off upon the gloom of the land, and the night is soft and warm. We drag at the oars with aching arms, and suddenly a puff of wind, a puff faint and tepid and laden with strange...
الصفحة 119 - Well, don't you see, he had done something, he had steered; for months I had him at my back — a help — an instrument. It was a kind of partnership. He steered for me — I had to look after him, I worried about his deficiencies, and thus a subtle bond had been created, of which I only became aware when it was suddenly broken.