The passing of the storm, and other poems (1907) (14776949575)

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Title: The passing of the storm, and other poems

Year: 1907 (1900s)

Authors: King, Alfred Castner

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Publisher: New York : Fleming H. Revell Co.

Contributing Library: The Library of Congress

Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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s silent chainForever their lamented mate.Had freed me from a sterner fate. 114 The Passing of the Storm Leaving my earstwhile hiding place,I stood before them face to face;Then in their own vernacular,Gave proper salutation there.Twas plain that they regarded meAs human salvage, which the seaHad, in some evil moment, tossedUpon that bleak and barren coast,Like broken wreckage or debris,Cast up by the capricious sea.With frank but sympathetic eyes.They watched me with no small surprise.While I rehearsed without delay,My story as a castaway. Repairing to the ships long-boat.Which soon was in the surf afloat,I bade farewell to Russian soilIn language not intensely loyal.They ministered to my distress.From ample stores of food and dress.Performed such acts of kindness thenAs might beseem large-hearted men;Nor was there aught perfunctoryIn their solicitude for me;Their acts were of their own accord.Without suspicion of reward. Although possessed of little skillIn nautical affairs, to fill

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The noble spruce and stately fir Stood draped in feathery garniture. See page 119, Conclusion H^ A seamans watch I volunteered,As we toward Arctic waters steered,Pursuant of the spouting whale;I plied each task with rope and sail.And ere we reached a harbor bar,Was rated as a first-class tar;By sufferance of as brave a crewAs ever sailed a voyage through.The two succeeding years I passedIn northern seas before the mast;Two years from that eventful dayWe moored in San Francisco Bay.I bade the sea farewell for aye,Bade my deliverers good-bye,With fervent pressure of the hand.Then straight betook myself to land. Seeking a home with freedom blest,Ive cast my fortunes with the West. IX. CONCLUSION Concluding, he resumed his seatBeside his brother, Russian Pete;Yet ever and anon expressedHis views on points of interest,And details, which this narrativeIn its abridgment may not give.As Dad McGuire and Uncle JimBy turns interrogated him. 116 The Passing of the Storm To say his hearers listene

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