(Excerpt): "On a certain breezy morning in October-not many years ago-a wilderness of foam rioted wildly over those dangerous sands which lie off the port of Yarmouth, where the Evening Star, fishing-smack, was getting ready for sea. In one of the narrow lanes or "Rows" peculiar to that town, the skipper of the smack stood at his own door, grumbling. He was a broad burly man, a little past the prime of life, but prematurely aged by hard work and hard living. "He’s always out o’ the way when he’s wanted, an’ always in the way when he’s not wanted, " said the skipper angrily to his wife, of whom he was at the moment taking, as one of his mates remarked, a tender farewell. "Don’t be hard on him, David, " pleaded the wife, tearfully, as she looked up in her husband’s face.""
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