<blockquote class="tr_bq"> "In spite of all these diseases, and of all the new ones that continued to arise, there were more and more men in the world. This was because it was easy to get food. The easier it was to get food, the more men there were; the more men there were, the more thickly were they packed together on the earth; and the more thickly they were packed, the more new kinds of germs became diseases. There were warnings. Soldervetzsky, as early as 1929, told the bacteriologists that they had no guaranty against some new disease, a thousand times more deadly than any they knew, arising and killing by the hundreds of millions and even by the billion. You see, the micro-organic world remained a mystery to the end. They knew there was such a world, and that from time to time armies of new germs emerged from it to kill men.</blockquote> <br /> [ads id="ads1"] "And that was all they knew about it. For all they knew, in that invisible micro-organic world there might be as many different kinds of germs as there are grains of sand on this beach. And also, in that same invisible world it might well be that new kinds of germs came to be. It might be there that life originated—the 'abysmal fecundity,' Soldervetzsky called it, applying the words of other men who had written before him...."<br /> <div class="gp-post-images" itemprop="image" itemscope="" itemtype="https://schema.org/ImageObject"><img alt="Best Relaxing Places In The World" border="0" height="295" itemprop="url" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7zpLCxmpROEtHTMFSuhsgsBFhF8VI_L6uhIKjviSsYyO7HJJSEPzru3qJFLS302Cvdly132pnKSBiwmz0Cudvg1mlR8l288iEaYy4RYeRz8OHvgbyiw-eJGdcULEQDqzvFWnfAWoYlM/w640-h295/nature_2.jpg" title="Best Relaxing Places In The World" width="640" /><br /></div> It was at this point that Hare-Lip rose to his feet, an expression of huge contempt on his face.<br /> <br /> <blockquote> "Granser," he announced, "you make me sick with your gabble. Why don't you tell about the Red Death? If you ain't going to, say so, an' we'll start back for camp."</blockquote> <br /> The old man looked at him and silently began to cry. The weak tears of age rolled down his cheeks and all the feebleness of his eighty-seven years showed in his grief-stricken countenance.<br /> <br /> "Sit down," Edwin counselled soothingly. "Granser's all right. He's just gettin' to the Scarlet Death, ain't you, Granser? He's just goin' to tell us about it right now. Sit down, Hare-Lip. Go ahead, Granser."<br /> <br /> The old man wiped the tears away on his grimy knuckles and took up the tale in a tremulous, piping voice that soon strengthened as he got the swing of the narrative.<br /> <br /> <div class="shrt shrt-review"> <div class="rev-item"> <div class="rev-desc"> Gameplay4</div> </div> <div class="rev-item"> <div class="rev-desc"> Graphics6</div> </div> <div class="rev-item"> <div class="rev-desc"> Sound10</div><div class="rev-desc"><br /></div></div><div class="rev-summary"><div class="rev-desc-place table-cell"> My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book Earth in the Balance, and the much more popular Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards but I know you in the future back in our hands.</div> <div class="rev-overall table-cell"> <div class="overall-inner"> <div class="c100 p67"> <div class="rev-score"> 6.7</div> </div> Overall Score</div> </div> </div> </div>
At dawn on the 13th the Carnatic entered the port of Yokohama. This is an important port of call in the Pacific, where all the mail-steamers, and those carrying travellers between North America, China, Japan, and the Oriental islands put in. It is situated in the bay of Yeddo, and at but a short distance from that second capital of the Japanese Empire, and the residence of the Tycoon, the civil Emperor, before the Mikado, the spiritual Emperor, absorbed his office in his own. The Carnatic anchored at the quay near the custom-house, in the midst of a crowd of ships bearing the flags of all nations.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img alt="Visit The Beautiful Sea Island Of Georgia" border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9dQYvlLkihB1xg5kmeHnKxNtRPelysiWPbw-sAW3iP5-CyJ5-BzUyIepAA46plYc9F5hbpTAQC1Yg34eA-w8JFSs5lybDVKqpJ7PzN3t2nbLaPZCCk1utvMmuAl5FpafpzRXYnoW9q_0/w640-h400/city_3.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Visit The Beautiful Sea Island Of Georgia" width="640" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tambahkan teks<br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Passepartout went timidly ashore on this so curious territory of the Sons of the Sun. He had nothing better to do than, taking chance for his guide, to wander aimlessly through the streets of Yokohama. He found himself at first in a thoroughly European quarter, the houses having low fronts, and being adorned with verandas, beneath which he caught glimpses of neat peristyles. This quarter occupied, with its streets, squares, docks, and warehouses, all the space between the "promontory of the Treaty" and the river. Here, as at Hong Kong and Calcutta, were mixed crowds of all races, Americans and English, Chinamen and Dutchmen, mostly merchants ready to buy or sell anything. The Frenchman felt himself as much alone among them as if he had dropped down in the midst of Hottentots.<br /> [ads id="ads1"] <br /> He had, at least, one resource to call on the French and English consuls at Yokohama for assistance. But he shrank from telling the story of his adventures, intimately connected as it was with that of his master; and, before doing so, he determined to exhaust all other means of aid. As chance did not favour him in the European quarter, he penetrated that inhabited by the native Japanese, determined, if necessary, to push on to Yeddo.<br /> <br /> The Japanese quarter of Yokohama is called Benten, after the goddess of the sea, who is worshipped on the islands round about. There Passepartout beheld beautiful fir and cedar groves, sacred gates of a singular architecture, bridges half hid in the midst of bamboos and reeds, temples shaded by immense cedar-trees, holy retreats where were sheltered Buddhist priests and sectaries of Confucius, and interminable streets, where a perfect harvest of rose-tinted and red-cheeked children, who looked as if they had been cut out of Japanese screens, and who were playing in the midst of short-legged poodles and yellowish cats, might have been gathered.<br /> <br /> The streets were crowded with people. Priests were passing in processions, beating their dreary tambourines; police and custom-house officers with pointed hats encrusted with lac and carrying two sabres hung to their waists; soldiers, clad in blue cotton with white stripes, and bearing guns; the Mikado's guards, enveloped in silken doubles, hauberks and coats of mail; and numbers of military folk of all ranks—for the military profession is as much respected in Japan as it is despised in China—went hither and thither in groups and pairs. Passepartout saw, too, begging friars, long-robed pilgrims, and simple civilians, with their warped and jet-black hair, big heads, long busts, slender legs, short stature, and complexions varying from copper-colour to a dead white, but never yellow, like the Chinese, from whom the Japanese widely differ. He did not fail to observe the curious equipages—carriages and palanquins, barrows supplied with sails, and litters made of bamboo; nor the women—whom he thought not especially handsome—who took little steps with their little feet, whereon they wore canvas shoes, straw sandals, and clogs of worked wood, and who displayed tight-looking eyes, flat chests, teeth fashionably blackened, and gowns crossed with silken scarfs, tied in an enormous knot behind an ornament which the modern Parisian ladies seem to have borrowed from the dames of Japan.<br /> <br /> Passepartout wandered for several hours in the midst of this motley crowd, looking in at the windows of the rich and curious shops, the jewellery establishments glittering with quaint Japanese ornaments, the restaurants decked with streamers and banners, the tea-houses, where the odorous beverage was being drunk with saki, a liquor concocted from the fermentation of rice, and the comfortable smoking-houses, where they were puffing, not opium, which is almost unknown in Japan, but a very fine, stringy tobacco. He went on till he found himself in the fields, in the midst of vast rice plantations. There he saw dazzling camellias expanding themselves, with flowers which were giving forth their last colours and perfumes, not on bushes, but on trees, and within bamboo enclosures, cherry, plum, and apple trees, which the Japanese cultivate rather for their blossoms than their fruit, and which queerly-fashioned, grinning scarecrows protected from the sparrows, pigeons, ravens, and other voracious birds. On the branches of the cedars were perched large eagles; amid the foliage of the weeping willows were herons, solemnly standing on one leg; and on every hand were crows, ducks, hawks, wild birds, and a multitude of cranes, which the Japanese consider sacred, and which to their minds symbolise long life and prosperity. <pre class="code-box short-b"> $ ("# main-nav #s"). blur (function () { if (0 === this.value.length) this.value = c; }); $ ("# main-nav #s"). focus (function () { if (this.value === c) this.value = ""; }); </pre>
Nor is it at all prudent for the hunter to be over curious touching the precise nature of the whale spout. It will not do for him to be peering into it, and putting his face in it. You cannot go with your pitcher to this fountain and fill it, and bring it away. For even when coming into slight contact with the outer, vapoury shreds of the jet, which will often happen, your skin will feverishly smart, from the acridness of the thing so touching it. And I know one, who coming into still closer contact with the spout, whether with some scientific object in view, or otherwise, I cannot say, the skin peeled off from his cheek and arm. Wherefore, among whalemen, the spout is deemed poisonous; they try to evade it. Another thing; I have heard it said, and I do not much doubt it, that if the jet is fairly spouted into your eyes, it will blind you. The wisest thing the investigator can do then, it seems to me, is to let this deadly spout alone.<br /> Still, we can hypothesize, even if we cannot prove and establish. My hypothesis is this: that the spout is nothing but mist. And besides other reasons, to this conclusion I am impelled, by considerations touching the great inherent dignity and sublimity of the Sperm Whale; I account him no common, shallow being, inasmuch as it is an undisputed fact that he is never found on soundings, or near shores; all other whales sometimes are. He is both ponderous and profound. And I am convinced that from the heads of all ponderous profound beings, such as Plato, Pyrrho, the Devil, Jupiter, Dante, and so on, there always goes up a certain semi-visible steam, while in the act of thinking deep thoughts. While composing a little treatise on Eternity, I had the curiosity to place a mirror before me; and ere long saw reflected there, a curious involved worming and undulation in the atmosphere over my head. The invariable moisture of my hair, while plunged in deep thought, after six cups of hot tea in my thin shingled attic, of an August noon; this seems an additional argument for the above supposition.<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqjCiLRwUrJJrKHhUff5sv2BaDwnUkQnLmKDlIiOKNEhNZB493ma7yPgcPrZKWfBO2D7vCjCP0-nYdxVVNOjvGt2RBQQuoqbEQqV2LWeUyXl4ExjqOTdN8EoPSFC_a46fQM57fSfTUSaw/s320/410_133.jpg" width="320" /></div> And how nobly it raises our conceit of the mighty, misty monster, to behold him solemnly sailing through a calm tropical sea; his vast, mild head overhung by a canopy of vapour, engendered by his incommunicable contemplations, and that vapour—as you will sometimes see it—glorified by a rainbow, as if Heaven itself had put its seal upon his thoughts. For, d'ye see, rainbows do not visit the clear air; they only irradiate vapour. And so, through all the thick mists of the dim doubts in my mind, divine intuitions now and then shoot, enkindling my fog with a heavenly ray. And for this I thank God; for all have doubts; many deny; but doubts or denials, few along with them, have intuitions. Doubts of all things earthly, and intuitions of some things heavenly; this combination makes neither believer nor infidel, but makes a man who regards them both with equal eye.<br /> Other poets have warbled the praises of the soft eye of the antelope, and the lovely plumage of the bird that never alights; less celestial, I celebrate a tail.<br /> <blockquote> Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip exea commodo consequat.</blockquote> <ul> <li>Nor is it at all prudent for the hunter to be over curious touching the precise nature of the whale spout</li> <li> It will not do for him to be peering into it, and putting his face in it</li> <li> You cannot go with your pitcher to this fountain and fill it, and bring it away</li> <li> For even when coming into slight contact with the outer, vapoury shreds of the jet, which will often happen, your skin will feverishly smart, from the acridness of the thing so touching it</li> <li> And I know one, who coming into still closer contact with the spout, whether with some scientific object in view, or otherwise, I cannot say, the skin peeled off from his cheek and arm</li> <li> Wherefore, among whalemen, the spout is deemed poisonous; they try to evade it</li> </ul> <ol> <li>For Tharks they were wildly enthusiastic, and before another half hour had passed twenty mounted messengers were speeding across dead sea bottoms to call the hordes together for the expedition</li> <li> In three days we were on the march toward Zodanga, one hundred thousand strong, as Tars Tarkas had been able to enlist the services of three smaller hordes on the promise of the great loot of Zodanga</li> <li> At the head of the column I rode beside the great Thark while at the heels of my mount trotted my beloved Woola</li> <li> We traveled entirely by night, timing our marches so that we camped during the day at deserted cities where, even to the beasts, we were all kept indoors during the daylight hours</li> </ol> <br /> <h1> Example Heading 1</h1> <h2> Example Heading 2</h2> <h3> Example Heading 3</h3> <h4> Example Heading 4</h4> <h5> Example Heading 5</h5> <h6> Example Heading 6</h6> <br /> <div class="aprieztabs"> <div data-tab="Tab-1"> Now, as many Sperm Whales had been captured off the western coast of Java, in the near vicinity of the Straits of Sunda; indeed, as most of the ground, roundabout, was generally recognised by the fishermen as an excellent spot for cruising; therefore, as the Pequod gained more and more upon Java Head, the look-outs were repeatedly hailed, and admonished to keep wide awake. But though the green palmy cliffs of the land soon loomed on the starboard bow, and with delighted nostrils the fresh cinnamon was snuffed in the air, yet not a single jet was descried. Almost renouncing all thought of falling in with any game hereabouts, the ship had well nigh entered the straits, when the customary cheering cry was heard from aloft, and ere long a spectacle of singular magnificence saluted us.</div> <div data-tab="Tab-2"> Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat.</div> <div data-tab="Tab-3"> Broad on both bows, at the distance of some two or three miles, and forming a great semicircle, embracing one half of the level horizon, a continuous chain of whale-jets were up-playing and sparkling in the noon-day air. Unlike the straight perpendicular twin-jets of the Right Whale, which, dividing at top, fall over in two branches, like the cleft drooping boughs of a willow, the single forward-slanting spout of the Sperm Whale presents a thick curled bush of white mist, continually rising and falling away to leeward.</div> <div data-tab="Tab-4"> Crowding all sail the Pequod pressed after them; the harpooneers handling their weapons, and loudly cheering from the heads of their yet suspended boats. If the wind only held, little doubt had they, that chased through these Straits of Sunda, the vast host would only deploy into the Oriental seas to witness the capture of not a few of their number. And who could tell whether, in that congregated caravan, Moby Dick himself might not temporarily be swimming, like the worshipped white-elephant in the coronation procession of the Siamese! So with stun-sail piled on stun-sail, we sailed along, driving these leviathans before us; when, of a sudden, the voice of Tashtego was heard, loudly directing attention to something in our wake.</div> </div>
<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice thought to herself, 'I wonder what they WILL do next! If they had any sense, they'd take the roof off.' After a minute or two, they began moving about again, and Alice heard the Rabbit say, 'A barrowful will do, to begin with.'<br /> <br /> <style type="text/css"> code{background-color:#ccc;border:1px solid rgba(155,155,155,0.3);border-radius:3px}</style> 'A barrowful of WHAT?' <code>thought Alice;</code> but she had not long to doubt, for the next moment a shower of little pebbles came rattling in at the window, and some of them hit her in the face. 'I'll put a stop to this,' she said to herself, and shouted out, 'You'd better not do that again!' which produced another dead silence.<br /> <br /> Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning into little cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came into her head. 'If I eat one of these cakes,' she thought, 'it's sure to make SOME change in my size; and as it can't possibly make me larger, it must make me smaller, I suppose.'<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH49O_RWC7ZmPnGuZf7rHmKRvDREukJzHYtn48Ggfaf63mmso-RCgIv1_Rzp1R4nq6SWzpecrMHudkn859hnaXbqfD4JvakVkZMno6hO8r6jUjWy08vTKGNMIS_FJNFUH7FSe60V3zFnQ/s1600/music_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Honored at The Photography Awards"><img alt="Honored at The Photography Awards" border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH49O_RWC7ZmPnGuZf7rHmKRvDREukJzHYtn48Ggfaf63mmso-RCgIv1_Rzp1R4nq6SWzpecrMHudkn859hnaXbqfD4JvakVkZMno6hO8r6jUjWy08vTKGNMIS_FJNFUH7FSe60V3zFnQ/s1600/music_1.jpg" title="Honored at The Photography Awards" width="640" /></a></div> <br /> So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that she began shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get through the door, she ran out of the house, and found quite a crowd of little animals and birds waiting outside. The poor little Lizard, Bill, was in the middle, being held up by two guinea-pigs, who were giving it something out of a bottle. They all made a rush at Alice the moment she appeared; but she ran off as hard as she could, and soon found herself safe in a thick wood.<br /> <blockquote class="code-snippet"><div id='slide-menu'> <div class='slide-menu-header'> <div class='mobile-logo'/> <span class='hide-mobile-menu'><em class='delimiter'>Close</em></span> </div> </div> #footer-wrapper{background-color:#1f2024;border-top:1px solid rgba(155,155,155,0.17)} #footer-wrapper > .container{position:relative;overflow:hidden;margin:0 auto} #sub-footer-wrapper{display:block;width:100%;background-color:#161619;color:#f2f2f2;overflow:hidden} #sub-footer-wrapper .container{padding:15px 0;margin:0 auto;overflow:hidden} (function($){$.fn.replaceText=function(b,a,c){return this.each( function(){var f=this.firstChild,g,e,d=[];if(f){do{if(f.nodeType===3){g=f.nodeValue;e=g.replace(b,a); (function($){$.fn.replaceText=function(b,a,c){return this.each( function(){var f=this.firstChild,g,e,d=[];if(f){do{if(f.nodeType===3){g=f.nodeValue;e=g.replace(b,a);(function($){$.fn.replaceText=function(b,a,c){return this.each( function(){var f=this.firstChild,g,e,d=[];if(f){do{if(f.nodeType===3){g=f.nodeValue;e=g.replace(b,a);</blockquote> <style type="text/css"> .code-snippet{background-color:#e6f4ea;color:#1a6a37;padding:10px;border:1px solid rgba(155,155,155,0.3);border-radius:6px;overflow-x:scroll} .code-snippet::-webkit-scrollbar{height:7px} .code-snippet::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb{border-radius:10px;background-color:#188041} .code-snippet{-webkit-user-select:all;-moz-user-select:all;-ms-user-select:all;user-select:all;}.code-snippet{font-family:monospace;white-space:pre;margin:1em 0px;}</style> <br /> 'The first thing I've got to do,' said Alice to herself, as she wandered about in the wood, 'is to grow to my right size again; and the second thing is to find my way into that lovely garden. I think that will be the best plan.'<br /> <br /> It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply arranged; the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest idea how to set about it; and while she was peering about anxiously among the trees, a little sharp bark just over her head made her look up in a great hurry.<br /> An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes, and feebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her. 'Poor little thing!' said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried hard to whistle to it; but she was terribly frightened all the time at the thought that it might be hungry, in which case it would be very likely to eat her up in spite of all her coaxing.<br /> <br /> Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick, and held it out to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the air off all its feet at once, with a yelp of delight, and rushed at the stick, and made believe to worry it; then Alice dodged behind a great thistle, to keep herself from being run over; and the moment she appeared on the other side, the puppy made another rush at the stick, and tumbled head over heels in its hurry to get hold of it; then Alice, thinking it was very like having a game of play with a cart-horse, and expecting every moment to be trampled under its feet, ran round the thistle again; then the puppy began a series of short charges at the stick, running a very little way forwards each time and a long way back, and barking hoarsely all the while, till at last it sat down a good way off, panting, with its tongue hanging out of its mouth, and its great eyes half shut.<br /> This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape; so she set off at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out of breath, and till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the distance.<a href="https://codepen.io/cordialblogger/pen/PoGPMor">CodePen</a><br /> <br /> 'And yet what a dear little puppy it was!' said Alice, as she leant against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with one of the leaves: 'I should have liked teaching it tricks very much, if—if I'd only been the right size to do it! Oh dear! I'd nearly forgotten that I've got to grow up again! Let me see—how IS it to be managed? I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is, what?' </div>
"This, shipmates, this is that other lesson; and woe to that pilot of the living God who slights it. Woe to him whom this world charms from Gospel duty! Woe to him who seeks to pour oil upon the waters when God has brewed them into a gale! Woe to him who seeks to please rather than to appal! Woe to him whose good name is more to him than goodness! Woe to him who, in this world, courts not dishonour! Woe to him who would not be true, even though to be false were salvation! Yea, woe to him who, as the great Pilot Paul has it, while preaching to others is himself a castaway!"<br /> <img border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHp-wntF9jtsIvGIPy8vO4ZBa8U9b4Lfs4JnojxF0iJO0DhJqlEgFBi1vuw5zBDLj7SQqSWvSzDhxoAtVOK9xMKXFKIuibDIvqpL0UcF5VwAoB37Ve0Z3MeQPg0ARqCv8429NALX5V1XA/s1600/nature_1.jpg" width="640" /><br /> He dropped and fell away from himself for a moment; then lifting his face to them again, showed a deep joy in his eyes, as he cried out with a heavenly enthusiasm,—"But oh! shipmates! on the starboard hand of every woe, there is a sure delight; and higher the top of that delight, than the bottom of the woe is deep. Is not the main-truck higher than the kelson is low? Delight is to him—a far, far upward, and inward delight—who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self. Delight is to him whose strong arms yet support him, when the ship of this base treacherous world has gone down beneath him. Delight is to him, who gives no quarter in the truth, and kills, burns, and destroys all sin though he pluck it out from under the robes of Senators and Judges. Delight,—top-gallant delight is to him, who acknowledges no law or lord, but the Lord his God, and is only a patriot to heaven. Delight is to him, whom all the waves of the billows of the seas of the boisterous mob can never shake from this sure Keel of the Ages. And eternal delight and deliciousness will be his, who coming to lay him down, can say with his final breath—O Father!—chiefly known to me by Thy rod—mortal or immortal, here I die. I have striven to be Thine, more than to be this world's, or mine own. Yet this is nothing: I leave eternity to Thee; for what is man that he should live out the lifetime of his God?"<br /> <br /> <blockquote> He said no more, but slowly waving a benediction, covered his face with his hands, and so remained kneeling, till all the people had departed, and he was left alone in the place.</blockquote> <br /> Returning to the Spouter-Inn from the Chapel, I found Queequeg there quite alone; he having left the Chapel before the benediction some time. He was sitting on a bench before the fire, with his feet on the stove hearth, and in one hand was holding close up to his face that little negro idol of his; peering hard into its face, and with a jack-knife gently whittling away at its nose, meanwhile humming to himself in his heathenish way.<br /> <br /> But being now interrupted, he put up the image; and pretty soon, going to the table, took up a large book there, and placing it on his lap began counting the pages with deliberate regularity; at every fiftieth page—as I fancied—stopping a moment, looking vacantly around him, and giving utterance to a long-drawn gurgling whistle of astonishment. He would then begin again at the next fifty; seeming to commence at number one each time, as though he could not count more than fifty, and it was only by such a large number of fifties being found together, that his astonishment at the multitude of pages was excited.
As I walked, my eyes were bent upon the beach so that it was not until I had come quite upon it that I discovered that which shattered all my beautiful dream of solitude and safety and peace and primal overlordship. The thing was a hollowed log drawn upon the sands, and in the bottom of it lay a crude paddle.<br /> <a href="#codebox" rel="bookmark">Code Box</a> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ZuVEoxDH2K8Yby9j-l01KzJCA72DdTif10reqv6eMLzh2aYM6QKsCDLjzyGs76ZO9kG56ItVslyclb3a5EF0wTHCy9YE1PDt5I2yhlZuUqfI3A4HGXDcTKOlAYn01JWMbQfE9yRbVo8/s320/foods_5.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="About the growing gap profits"><img alt="About the growing gap profits" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ZuVEoxDH2K8Yby9j-l01KzJCA72DdTif10reqv6eMLzh2aYM6QKsCDLjzyGs76ZO9kG56ItVslyclb3a5EF0wTHCy9YE1PDt5I2yhlZuUqfI3A4HGXDcTKOlAYn01JWMbQfE9yRbVo8/s320/foods_5.jpg" title="About the growing gap profits" width="250" /></a></div> The rude shock of awakening to what doubtless might prove some new form of danger was still upon me when I heard a rattling of loose stones from the direction of the bluff, and turning my eyes in that direction I beheld the author of the disturbance, a great copper-colored man, running rapidly toward me.<br /> <br /> There was that in the haste with which he came which seemed quite sufficiently menacing, so that I did not need the added evidence of brandishing spear and scowling face to warn me that I was in no safe position, but whither to flee was indeed a momentous question.<br /> <br /> The speed of the fellow seemed to preclude the possibility of escaping him upon the open beach. There was but a single alternative—the rude skiff—and with a celerity which equaled his, I pushed the thing into the sea and as it floated gave a final shove and clambered in over the end.<br /> <br /> A cry of rage rose from the owner of the primitive craft, and an instant later his heavy, stone-tipped spear grazed my shoulder and buried itself in the bow of the boat beyond. Then I grasped the paddle, and with feverish haste urged the awkward, wobbly thing out upon the surface of the sea.<br /> <br /> <pre class="code-box"><div id='slide-menu'> <div class='slide-menu-header'> <div class='mobile-logo'/> <span class='hide-mobile-menu'><em class='delimiter'>Close</em></span> </div> </div> #footer-wrapper{background-color:#1f2024;border-top:1px solid rgba(155,155,155,0.17)} #footer-wrapper > .container{position:relative;overflow:hidden;margin:0 auto} #sub-footer-wrapper{display:block;width:100%;background-color:#161619;color:#f2f2f2;overflow:hidden} #sub-footer-wrapper .container{padding:15px 0;margin:0 auto;overflow:hidden} (function($){$.fn.replaceText=function(b,a,c){return this.each( function(){var f=this.firstChild,g,e,d=[];if(f){do{if(f.nodeType===3){g=f.nodeValue;e=g.replace(b,a); (function($){$.fn.replaceText=function(b,a,c){return this.each( function(){var f=this.firstChild,g,e,d=[];if(f){do{if(f.nodeType===3){g=f.nodeValue;e=g.replace(b,a);(function($){$.fn.replaceText=function(b,a,c){return this.each( function(){var f=this.firstChild,g,e,d=[];if(f){do{if(f.nodeType===3){g=f.nodeValue;e=g.replace(b,a);</pre> A glance over my shoulder showed me that the copper-colored one had plunged in after me and was swimming rapidly in pursuit. His mighty strokes bade fair to close up the distance between us in short order, for at best I could make but slow progress with my unfamiliar craft, which nosed stubbornly in every direction but that which I desired to follow, so that fully half my energy was expended in turning its blunt prow back into the course.<br /> <br /> <div class="shrt shrt-pgallery glpost"> <img class="shrtImg" height="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Pwa-gX9asa5LXOG6eYX7PJ-6mIPe88udmHeGNFAG6cYFv1ln7k9EsSgGFrq6p18nO4tzJGxxbw3rF4ITGqg5WOlBtoMo_n-uKhDKzwNegFJ3Ozw4nHNlCrsPbwLguYRSZnv52KRX9G8/s320/foods_3.jpg" width="" /> <img class="shrtImg" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilMsWYix2oUHsqZjD2Sr-TEkq29XJm-e0XY7EXwXVNrcfJ04Gtj112VI8ZRzcwTf7MmkzHet_UcYSIBSAvT4qWr095Zu6DVN0AmwftWZvWRUy7hPd2mUF2NsM1XISyJG8Hxu6nfrZ_q4o/s320/foods_4.jpg" width="320" /> <img class="shrtImg" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIerQkvbWcbVzVdbqjNVPKxn2Ml-2XgEeXhkKf28bpIVWuTmcsDSEvejlHopKYrmkzcxvY7YYXy-07TDpWnyp3w1WRQP063EYZtnWkJF5ifXlJK4nk43SFdjk3pbuKEmBNWiCh4IpcxZxN/s320/blog-511-700x466.jpg" width="320" /> <img class="shrtImg" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6T4qYNnl8eysIZ_wpjUugiDQq0jRsD3H1BbGnbda_fnU4osQAs-u98xxZFsR_Ok7UTtI3GiSAYVssOJBjpwNxO54hzQWplWkhR25khKTKc3pTcnx8ijsUta_9xXwwuzrYHBXfe1Y9rYAs/s320/fashion4-700x357.jpg" width="320" /> <img class="shrtImg" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oSq831bUHd6WcHbcMXk7aVPrYATzOz8biZMIf4N9H313gQ84U8jQ-grPPCAwgQVBXW1eqw6aJNjaGEmwqI-UXV5Dr0P_5f98T7Vt6vQtygYGOZfqccab55WsPJOLtPh5l0tr2heXy1I/s320/foods_6.jpg" width="320" /> <img class="shrtImg" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKoq3qZ2jfBDeSbsXNqd-bf9hlBpGqpDF-8b6WwA781fA7Hf7-jT5TFBwcEy4UEtqLAB0tzAab7TMh1hVoXadyUtbT_RqCh90IHXvxc7zStp10ZM0ddGbbRmtLwrm9KT8iEh30oMJiYN7/s320/Bmw-I8-Concept-Spyder-HD-Wallpaper-1080p.jpg" width="320" /> </div> <br /> <br /> I had covered some hundred yards from shore when it became evident that my pursuer must grasp the stern of the skiff within the next half-dozen strokes. In a frenzy of despair, I bent to the grandfather of all paddles in a hopeless effort to escape, and still the copper giant behind me gained and gained.<br /> His hand was reaching upward for the stern when I saw a sleek, sinuous body shoot from the depths below. The man saw it too, and the look of terror that overspread his face assured me that I need have no further concern as to him, for the fear of certain death was in his look.<br /> <br /> And then about him coiled the great, slimy folds of a hideous monster of that prehistoric deep—a mighty serpent of the sea, with fanged jaws, and darting forked tongue, with bulging eyes, and bony protuberances upon head and snout that formed short, stout horns.<br /> <br /> As I looked at that hopeless struggle my eyes met those of the doomed man, and I could have sworn that in his I saw an expression of hopeless appeal. But whether I did or not there swept through me a sudden compassion for the fellow. 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