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All sailors are superstitious, you know. I'm
superstitious about this ship. Never mind; I'll tell you the verses, to
show you what a queer thing memory is. The thing was called 'No Man's
Sea':
"'The days are dead in the No Man's Sea,
And God has left it alone;
The angels cover their heads and flee,
And the wild four winds have flown.
"'There's never a ripple upon the tide,
There's never a word or sound;
But over the waste the white wraiths glide,
To look for the souls of the drowned.
"'The No Man's Sea is a gaol of souls,
And its gate is a burning sun,
And deep beneath it a great bell tolls
For a death that never is done.
"'Alas! for any that comes anear,
That lies on its moveless breast;
The grumbling water shall be his bier,
And never a place of rest."'
"There are four of the verses. Well, I made a motion to stop the rowing,
and was mum for a minute. The men got nervous. They looked at the boat in
front of us, and then turned round, as though to see if the 'Dancing
Kate' was still in sight.


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