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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland Sea Scamps — At the Break of the Monsoon (1903)

Quietly I stole away, and ten minutes later had brought Boles with me to the spot. Silently he approached the pool and carefully studied the prints in the sand; then as silently pointed to what my startled eyes had failed to see, the heavy marks of hob-nailed sea boots on the other side of the pool.
Hark!—what was that? From up on the slope above us there rose a scream that clove the hoarse babel of the thundering surf as the cry of an eagle pierces the rumble of the coming storm. Again it rose clear and quavering, then sobbed into silence.
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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland Sea Scamps — At the Break of the Monsoon (1903)

The wind was dead astern of us now and was blowing a steady gale, which occasionally abated slightly, thus giving the sea a chance to rise. A great brimming swell would lift our stem, and for a moment we would seem to pause as if to gather strength while our bows were buried to the hawse-pipes in the green flank of the sea ahead, then the big following sea would slowly creep amidships, the schooner would raise her head, and for a minute we would shoot like an arrow on the very crest of the wave.
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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland Sea Scamps — At the Break of the Monsoon (1903)

Both topmasts were over the side with a mass of wreckage, and as we righted slightly and backed away before the gale the foresail was lifted dear of the sea enough for the wind to get in it, and then with a sort of double parting salute it took flight. Above the roar of wind and sea, flapping canvas, and ripping cordage, at each consecutive loss I could hear Knapp's strident curses mingled with the blast of the gale. We lay side by side, flat on our faces on the deck, protected by the weather bulwarks, and squeezing the tar out of a runner near at hand.
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