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Portrait of Edwin Balmer Edwin Balmer The Red Book Magazine, Volume 14… (1909)

For that land for which I had clung and held on to those slippery boards in the waves till my arms were pulled from their sockets and my fingers torn and my whole body wrenched and sprained—that land was just cliffs of rock and great, sloping granite reefs leaning up from the sea; and neither farther up nor farther back from the water in any direction upon those rocks where I had climbed and thrown myself down, was a single scrap of green or growing thing or any life or living thing at all, but a gull or two which flew at and then away from me.
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Portrait of Edwin Balmer Edwin Balmer The Red Book Magazine, Volume 14… (1909)

For the island rose at one end to a couple of hundred feet and then the rock fell sheer—a deep, straight drop with no possible doubt of death at the bottom; and death, too, as sudden and easy as it would be sure. But before I could do it, I saw marks—marks which he must have made, standing there at times when the rain-water might be gone or his fish and berries failing so that he starved a little more than usual.
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Portrait of Edwin Balmer Edwin Balmer The Red Book Magazine, Volume 14… (1909)

The naturalists and the men of the deep-sea fish-commissions who had come with us, still lifted in their nets and buckets the blue fish-smelling lumps of life, burst and blown out from their own inner pressures before they could be drawn within a thousand yards of our sea’s shining surface. But for the naturalists, too, their work was done; and they joined us in equal jubilation upon the deck where we all sat together lazily at last, and watched the crew furl the sails which had served to keep us upon our slow courses for the last long weeks.
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