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New York Weekly
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v. 23 no. 32
— page 6 |
Subject / Tag: |
Sketch |
Part of: |
New York Weekly, v. XXIII, no. 32, June 25, 1868 (Issue) |
Author: |
Starbuck, Roger, 1837-
(pseudonym used by Comstock, Augustus, 1837-)
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Date: |
June 25, 1868 |
First Sentence: |
Passing the Brazils, we-that is to say the crew of the good ship Tempest-rapidly approached the stormy latitude of Cape Horn. |
Last Sentence: |
He grew sadder, sadder every day; finally he died, and we dropped him into the blue ocean, hoping that the deep currents would whirl the dead form alongside of the bleached skeleton of his poor sister far down among the dark caves under the Cape Horn waters, that wash the dreary shores of Staten Land with everlasting thunder. |
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