William John Hopkins

William John Hopkins

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Portrait of William John Hopkins William John Hopkins The Sandman: His Sea Stories

Perhaps he saw the tall masts and the white sails of the Industry rising far above his head, and felt her buoyant hull under his feet.
Whatever he saw, as he sat there, he laughed aloud, at last, and brought his fist down on the kitchen table.
"Let him go!" he said. "It's in the blood. The sea's salt is in the blood and the only thing that will take it out is the sea itself. He can no more help it than he can help breathing. I'll write him a letter."
And so it happened that there was a letter for Sol in Captain Jonathan's and Captain Jacob's office the next morning.
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Portrait of William John Hopkins William John Hopkins The Sandman: His Sea Stories

The river and the ocean are there yet, as they always have been and always will be; and the city is there, but it is a different kind of a city from what it used to be. And the wharf is slowly falling down, for it is not used now; and the narrow road down the steep hill is all grown up with weeds and grass.
One day, in the long ago, the brig Industry sailed away from that wharf, on a voyage to India. And she sailed down the wide river and out into the great ocean and on and on until the land was only a dim blue streak on the horizon
Source: Gutenberg

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