Claude H. Wetmore

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Claude H. Wetmore,  Incaland

“ Toward eight o’clock, Harvey, who had stepped out on the balcony for a minute, suggested that they stroll over to Mar Bravo beach.
“It’s a perfect night,” he said. “The moon is full and there’s hardly a cloud to be seen; only a few of fleecy white that scud along as if ashamed to interrupt the light.”
“Do you realize, sir, that if you should change that sentence a trifle you would have a verse for a poem?” laughingly said Bella Caceras. “But you are right. It is lovely. Let’s all go. The evening is warm and we do not need any wraps, do we, Rosita?”
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Claude H. Wetmore,  Incaland

“ Harvey was watching as were the others, but all at once he buried his face in his hands and covered his eyes. The boy who had stood before the Majeronas so bravely became dizzy when he thought of the awful scene that might spring into being any moment out in the bay; a lump was in his throat. Carl and Louis also turned away at times. Strong men were affected and nervously twitched their fingers, tapped the floor with their feet, or bit the ends of their mustaches.
“She’s away! She’s safe!” suddenly exclaimed the captain. “She’s made out the trap and is putting out to sea again!”
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Claude H. Wetmore,  Incaland

“ When the sun was an hour high the mist faded away; the gray mantle disappeared, and Callao Bay became of two colors, a green within the space of an imaginary arc extending from the tip of La Punta to Los Baños, and a blue beyond, as far as San Lorenzo, where it merged into the indigo of the immensity of waters.
Upon the surface of the green, circling around occasionally when caught by a surface current, but steadily moving with the tide, was a market gardener’s lighter, crowded from keel to gunwales with every variety of produce.
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