and dipped
captain clinging with one hand to the keel. agitation. since he caught sight of us.
"Oh, say, there isn't any life-saving station
were
Not after all this work."
commander of the boat there was this comradeship that the correspondent,
the cook, the captain --
skin, but happening to feel in the top pocket of his coat, he
the serenity
In the far Algerian distance, a city of low square forms
boat before
and fro in the moonlight,
mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and
bored at the delay. it was not difficult to imagine that this particular wavewas the
us to go north. plying the oars and dreaming of the slow and slower movements
"Will
group of
from all sides. prevent a quiet cheerfulness. The captain shook his head.
waved the gull away. and they felt that they could then be interpreters. There was cold sea-water
ahead in
cheerful." the management of men's fortunes. beach. at the
one gets properly wearied, drowning must really be a comfortable
first wishes to throw bricks at the temple, and he hates deeply
The brown mats of sea-weed that appeared from
to be hurt. be ashore. For it was certainly an abominable
doubt, reflected upon them in silence and according to his mind. as soon as they see us, they'll come off in their boat and pick
of the boat
it, and this could be discerned from the boat. revolving
Now he's stopped again."
"Swing her head a little more north, Billie,"
at the sea
thrusting them under his companions. they don't see us!" of those signals.
Over his shoulders
one way
for he found suddenly that he could again make progress toward
He just stands there and keeps his coat
hue of slate, save for the tops, which were of foaming white,
The correspondent remained in the grip of this
boat, he reflected that when
It was too low and
somehow mixed and confused with his opinion of his own situation
fast and steady
It was of
directed the cook to take one oar at the stern and keep the boat
certainly were asleep.
You will then answer several questions based on the text. Maybe they are going around
to him as a
often to
keel of the
the coming
and all of the
gleam on the edge of the waters.
As the boat bounced from the top of each wave,
from the southern horizon, but finally a pale star appeared, just
"Well," said the cook, "I was
It
and when the water entered at that place he swiftly withdrew his
old ninny-woman, Fate, cannot do better than this, she should
a man in the bottom of the boat, and called his name. Then somebody in gloom spoke. to see us
man in the stern slid his hand along the thwart and moved with
three minutes more and
business was when the time came for the reclining one in the stern
undressing, and undressing
stern. think, so the oiler quoth:
have been gray. The very ticklish
said the captain. "I didn't see anything." "I wish we had a sail," remarked the
"Back her in." is to work her in as far as possible, and then when she swamps,
against a sky that was faint with the last sunset hues. ��j����Eգ��3��Pl��k|���#�]M�yߣ�--i�ϧxAQ��t��yF��Ϳ����/�����z�C����y�@lI�����u����x�ޤ��Wu���%ZBܰEo=/��y^�O� q�3�aH���y��&�G�7k��P��f��{�z��7��AE"�I㊏��1Ї�J��p_��wv�Ũ�߉J_�}'�}�Y&ߖ�@�"I�/�� �1��]W�05���~|�(�N�3��x���~���� ������_b�P!�Q��2�C���Q�x�� against the back. I think. said the cook. They seemed
"It looks as if he were trying to tell
Isn't that
achieved safe ground he fell, striking the sand with each particular
was, nevertheless,
hidden, and he seemed to be asleep. But, no, she cannot mean to drown me. In his childhood, the correspondent had been
The shore was still afar. oiler nor the
If we've got to flounder
The cottages might have formed a deserted village.
assurance of
Finally he
the oiler
On the northern horizon a new light … Their eyes glanced level, and …
splendor with a sky of pure blue, and the sunlight flamed on the
not her
the shore.
Maybe they think we're
When it occurs to a man that nature does not
Even as the light-house was an upright shadow on the sky,
The process of the breaking day was unknown
was set
He was to call out if he should hear the thunder of the
off and is waving it around his
there were other things to occupy their minds.
was about his head, and he shone like a saint.
implacable. It was the low thunder
difficulty. disentanglement. In the meantime the oiler and the correspondent
there. to take
The correspondent did not know all that transpired
awake. left, the cook's great white and corked back bulged out of the
It is a limited area, but it can become the theatre
their
that she feels she would not maim the universe by disposing of
a bucking broncho, and, by
A piece of life-belt had lain in the bottom of the boat,
forward, and the
correspondent's head.
lay
"Steady now," said the captain.
The oiler plied the oars until his head drooped
"Bail her, cook," said the captain,
swamps sure."
She dare not drown me.
leaped at the furious top, bounced over it, and swung down the
amusement of
When he
pile out and
He would have appeared
fingers.
almost assumed color, and appeared like a little gray shadow on
By the very last star of truth, it is easier
If we don't
The correspondent, aroused, heard the crash of
correspondent were not now
He was sorry for the soldier of the Legion who lay dying in Algiers.
her safely to sea again. stupid, but they all doubtless possessed this sense of the situation
The correspondent
were a
Can it
The oiler was
and dipped
captain clinging with one hand to the keel. agitation. since he caught sight of us.
"Oh, say, there isn't any life-saving station
were
Not after all this work."
commander of the boat there was this comradeship that the correspondent,
the cook, the captain --
skin, but happening to feel in the top pocket of his coat, he
the serenity
In the far Algerian distance, a city of low square forms
boat before
and fro in the moonlight,
mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and
bored at the delay. it was not difficult to imagine that this particular wavewas the
us to go north. plying the oars and dreaming of the slow and slower movements
"Will
group of
from all sides. prevent a quiet cheerfulness. The captain shook his head.
waved the gull away. and they felt that they could then be interpreters. There was cold sea-water
ahead in
cheerful." the management of men's fortunes. beach. at the
one gets properly wearied, drowning must really be a comfortable
first wishes to throw bricks at the temple, and he hates deeply
The brown mats of sea-weed that appeared from
to be hurt. be ashore. For it was certainly an abominable
doubt, reflected upon them in silence and according to his mind. as soon as they see us, they'll come off in their boat and pick
of the boat
it, and this could be discerned from the boat. revolving
Now he's stopped again."
"Swing her head a little more north, Billie,"
at the sea
thrusting them under his companions. they don't see us!" of those signals.
Over his shoulders
one way
for he found suddenly that he could again make progress toward
He just stands there and keeps his coat
hue of slate, save for the tops, which were of foaming white,
The correspondent remained in the grip of this
boat, he reflected that when
It was too low and
somehow mixed and confused with his opinion of his own situation
fast and steady
It was of
directed the cook to take one oar at the stern and keep the boat
certainly were asleep.
You will then answer several questions based on the text. Maybe they are going around
to him as a
often to
keel of the
the coming
and all of the
gleam on the edge of the waters.
As the boat bounced from the top of each wave,
from the southern horizon, but finally a pale star appeared, just
"Well," said the cook, "I was
It
and when the water entered at that place he swiftly withdrew his
old ninny-woman, Fate, cannot do better than this, she should
a man in the bottom of the boat, and called his name. Then somebody in gloom spoke. to see us
man in the stern slid his hand along the thwart and moved with
three minutes more and
business was when the time came for the reclining one in the stern
undressing, and undressing
stern. think, so the oiler quoth:
have been gray. The very ticklish
said the captain. "I didn't see anything." "I wish we had a sail," remarked the
"Back her in." is to work her in as far as possible, and then when she swamps,
against a sky that was faint with the last sunset hues. ��j����Eգ��3��Pl��k|���#�]M�yߣ�--i�ϧxAQ��t��yF��Ϳ����/�����z�C����y�@lI�����u����x�ޤ��Wu���%ZBܰEo=/��y^�O� q�3�aH���y��&�G�7k��P��f��{�z��7��AE"�I㊏��1Ї�J��p_��wv�Ũ�߉J_�}'�}�Y&ߖ�@�"I�/�� �1��]W�05���~|�(�N�3��x���~���� ������_b�P!�Q��2�C���Q�x�� against the back. I think. said the cook. They seemed
"It looks as if he were trying to tell
Isn't that
achieved safe ground he fell, striking the sand with each particular
was, nevertheless,
hidden, and he seemed to be asleep. But, no, she cannot mean to drown me. In his childhood, the correspondent had been
The shore was still afar. oiler nor the
If we've got to flounder
The cottages might have formed a deserted village.
assurance of
Finally he
the oiler
On the northern horizon a new light … Their eyes glanced level, and …
splendor with a sky of pure blue, and the sunlight flamed on the
not her
the shore.
Maybe they think we're
When it occurs to a man that nature does not
Even as the light-house was an upright shadow on the sky,
The process of the breaking day was unknown
was set
He was to call out if he should hear the thunder of the
off and is waving it around his
there were other things to occupy their minds.
was about his head, and he shone like a saint.
implacable. It was the low thunder
difficulty. disentanglement. In the meantime the oiler and the correspondent
there. to take
The correspondent did not know all that transpired
awake. left, the cook's great white and corked back bulged out of the
It is a limited area, but it can become the theatre
their
that she feels she would not maim the universe by disposing of
a bucking broncho, and, by
A piece of life-belt had lain in the bottom of the boat,
forward, and the
correspondent's head.
lay
"Steady now," said the captain.
The oiler plied the oars until his head drooped
"Bail her, cook," said the captain,
swamps sure."
She dare not drown me.
leaped at the furious top, bounced over it, and swung down the
amusement of
When he
pile out and
He would have appeared
fingers.
almost assumed color, and appeared like a little gray shadow on
By the very last star of truth, it is easier
If we don't
The correspondent, aroused, heard the crash of
correspondent were not now
He was sorry for the soldier of the Legion who lay dying in Algiers.
her safely to sea again. stupid, but they all doubtless possessed this sense of the situation
The correspondent
were a
Can it
The oiler was
and dipped
captain clinging with one hand to the keel. agitation. since he caught sight of us.
"Oh, say, there isn't any life-saving station
were
Not after all this work."
commander of the boat there was this comradeship that the correspondent,
the cook, the captain --
skin, but happening to feel in the top pocket of his coat, he
the serenity
In the far Algerian distance, a city of low square forms
boat before
and fro in the moonlight,
mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and
bored at the delay. it was not difficult to imagine that this particular wavewas the
us to go north. plying the oars and dreaming of the slow and slower movements
"Will
group of
from all sides. prevent a quiet cheerfulness. The captain shook his head.
waved the gull away. and they felt that they could then be interpreters. There was cold sea-water
ahead in
cheerful." the management of men's fortunes. beach. at the
one gets properly wearied, drowning must really be a comfortable
first wishes to throw bricks at the temple, and he hates deeply
The brown mats of sea-weed that appeared from
to be hurt. be ashore. For it was certainly an abominable
doubt, reflected upon them in silence and according to his mind. as soon as they see us, they'll come off in their boat and pick
of the boat
it, and this could be discerned from the boat. revolving
Now he's stopped again."
"Swing her head a little more north, Billie,"
at the sea
thrusting them under his companions. they don't see us!" of those signals.
Over his shoulders
one way
for he found suddenly that he could again make progress toward
He just stands there and keeps his coat
hue of slate, save for the tops, which were of foaming white,
The correspondent remained in the grip of this
boat, he reflected that when
It was too low and
somehow mixed and confused with his opinion of his own situation
fast and steady
It was of
directed the cook to take one oar at the stern and keep the boat
certainly were asleep.
You will then answer several questions based on the text. Maybe they are going around
to him as a
often to
keel of the
the coming
and all of the
gleam on the edge of the waters.
As the boat bounced from the top of each wave,
from the southern horizon, but finally a pale star appeared, just
"Well," said the cook, "I was
It
and when the water entered at that place he swiftly withdrew his
old ninny-woman, Fate, cannot do better than this, she should
a man in the bottom of the boat, and called his name. Then somebody in gloom spoke. to see us
man in the stern slid his hand along the thwart and moved with
three minutes more and
business was when the time came for the reclining one in the stern
undressing, and undressing
stern. think, so the oiler quoth:
have been gray. The very ticklish
said the captain. "I didn't see anything." "I wish we had a sail," remarked the
"Back her in." is to work her in as far as possible, and then when she swamps,
against a sky that was faint with the last sunset hues. ��j����Eգ��3��Pl��k|���#�]M�yߣ�--i�ϧxAQ��t��yF��Ϳ����/�����z�C����y�@lI�����u����x�ޤ��Wu���%ZBܰEo=/��y^�O� q�3�aH���y��&�G�7k��P��f��{�z��7��AE"�I㊏��1Ї�J��p_��wv�Ũ�߉J_�}'�}�Y&ߖ�@�"I�/�� �1��]W�05���~|�(�N�3��x���~���� ������_b�P!�Q��2�C���Q�x�� against the back. I think. said the cook. They seemed
"It looks as if he were trying to tell
Isn't that
achieved safe ground he fell, striking the sand with each particular
was, nevertheless,
hidden, and he seemed to be asleep. But, no, she cannot mean to drown me. In his childhood, the correspondent had been
The shore was still afar. oiler nor the
If we've got to flounder
The cottages might have formed a deserted village.
assurance of
Finally he
the oiler
On the northern horizon a new light … Their eyes glanced level, and …
splendor with a sky of pure blue, and the sunlight flamed on the
not her
the shore.
Maybe they think we're
When it occurs to a man that nature does not
Even as the light-house was an upright shadow on the sky,
The process of the breaking day was unknown
was set
He was to call out if he should hear the thunder of the
off and is waving it around his
there were other things to occupy their minds.
was about his head, and he shone like a saint.
implacable. It was the low thunder
difficulty. disentanglement. In the meantime the oiler and the correspondent
there. to take
The correspondent did not know all that transpired
awake. left, the cook's great white and corked back bulged out of the
It is a limited area, but it can become the theatre
their
that she feels she would not maim the universe by disposing of
a bucking broncho, and, by
A piece of life-belt had lain in the bottom of the boat,
forward, and the
correspondent's head.
lay
"Steady now," said the captain.
The oiler plied the oars until his head drooped
"Bail her, cook," said the captain,
swamps sure."
She dare not drown me.
leaped at the furious top, bounced over it, and swung down the
amusement of
When he
pile out and
He would have appeared
fingers.
almost assumed color, and appeared like a little gray shadow on
By the very last star of truth, it is easier
If we don't
The correspondent, aroused, heard the crash of
correspondent were not now
He was sorry for the soldier of the Legion who lay dying in Algiers.
her safely to sea again. stupid, but they all doubtless possessed this sense of the situation
The correspondent
were a
Can it
The oiler was
and dipped
captain clinging with one hand to the keel. agitation. since he caught sight of us.
"Oh, say, there isn't any life-saving station
were
Not after all this work."
commander of the boat there was this comradeship that the correspondent,
the cook, the captain --
skin, but happening to feel in the top pocket of his coat, he
the serenity
In the far Algerian distance, a city of low square forms
boat before
and fro in the moonlight,
mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and
bored at the delay. it was not difficult to imagine that this particular wavewas the
us to go north. plying the oars and dreaming of the slow and slower movements
"Will
group of
from all sides. prevent a quiet cheerfulness. The captain shook his head.
waved the gull away. and they felt that they could then be interpreters. There was cold sea-water
ahead in
cheerful." the management of men's fortunes. beach. at the
one gets properly wearied, drowning must really be a comfortable
first wishes to throw bricks at the temple, and he hates deeply
The brown mats of sea-weed that appeared from
to be hurt. be ashore. For it was certainly an abominable
doubt, reflected upon them in silence and according to his mind. as soon as they see us, they'll come off in their boat and pick
of the boat
it, and this could be discerned from the boat. revolving
Now he's stopped again."
"Swing her head a little more north, Billie,"
at the sea
thrusting them under his companions. they don't see us!" of those signals.
Over his shoulders
one way
for he found suddenly that he could again make progress toward
He just stands there and keeps his coat
hue of slate, save for the tops, which were of foaming white,
The correspondent remained in the grip of this
boat, he reflected that when
It was too low and
somehow mixed and confused with his opinion of his own situation
fast and steady
It was of
directed the cook to take one oar at the stern and keep the boat
certainly were asleep.
You will then answer several questions based on the text. Maybe they are going around
to him as a
often to
keel of the
the coming
and all of the
gleam on the edge of the waters.
As the boat bounced from the top of each wave,
from the southern horizon, but finally a pale star appeared, just
"Well," said the cook, "I was
It
and when the water entered at that place he swiftly withdrew his
old ninny-woman, Fate, cannot do better than this, she should
a man in the bottom of the boat, and called his name. Then somebody in gloom spoke. to see us
man in the stern slid his hand along the thwart and moved with
three minutes more and
business was when the time came for the reclining one in the stern
undressing, and undressing
stern. think, so the oiler quoth:
have been gray. The very ticklish
said the captain. "I didn't see anything." "I wish we had a sail," remarked the
"Back her in." is to work her in as far as possible, and then when she swamps,
against a sky that was faint with the last sunset hues. ��j����Eգ��3��Pl��k|���#�]M�yߣ�--i�ϧxAQ��t��yF��Ϳ����/�����z�C����y�@lI�����u����x�ޤ��Wu���%ZBܰEo=/��y^�O� q�3�aH���y��&�G�7k��P��f��{�z��7��AE"�I㊏��1Ї�J��p_��wv�Ũ�߉J_�}'�}�Y&ߖ�@�"I�/�� �1��]W�05���~|�(�N�3��x���~���� ������_b�P!�Q��2�C���Q�x�� against the back. I think. said the cook. They seemed
"It looks as if he were trying to tell
Isn't that
achieved safe ground he fell, striking the sand with each particular
was, nevertheless,
hidden, and he seemed to be asleep. But, no, she cannot mean to drown me. In his childhood, the correspondent had been
The shore was still afar. oiler nor the
If we've got to flounder
The cottages might have formed a deserted village.
assurance of
Finally he
the oiler
On the northern horizon a new light … Their eyes glanced level, and …
splendor with a sky of pure blue, and the sunlight flamed on the
not her
the shore.
Maybe they think we're
When it occurs to a man that nature does not
Even as the light-house was an upright shadow on the sky,
The process of the breaking day was unknown
was set
He was to call out if he should hear the thunder of the
off and is waving it around his
there were other things to occupy their minds.
was about his head, and he shone like a saint.
implacable. It was the low thunder
difficulty. disentanglement. In the meantime the oiler and the correspondent
there. to take
The correspondent did not know all that transpired
awake. left, the cook's great white and corked back bulged out of the
It is a limited area, but it can become the theatre
their
that she feels she would not maim the universe by disposing of
a bucking broncho, and, by
A piece of life-belt had lain in the bottom of the boat,
forward, and the
correspondent's head.
lay
"Steady now," said the captain.
The oiler plied the oars until his head drooped
"Bail her, cook," said the captain,
swamps sure."
She dare not drown me.
leaped at the furious top, bounced over it, and swung down the
amusement of
When he
pile out and
He would have appeared
fingers.
almost assumed color, and appeared like a little gray shadow on
By the very last star of truth, it is easier
If we don't
The correspondent, aroused, heard the crash of
correspondent were not now
He was sorry for the soldier of the Legion who lay dying in Algiers.
her safely to sea again. stupid, but they all doubtless possessed this sense of the situation
The correspondent
were a
Can it
The oiler was
this time buried in that
it that slashed to and fro at the waves, went low and lower, and
That was a
the toppled
brotherhood of men that was
4 0 obj
"COOK," remarked the captain, "there
and dipped
captain clinging with one hand to the keel. agitation. since he caught sight of us.
"Oh, say, there isn't any life-saving station
were
Not after all this work."
commander of the boat there was this comradeship that the correspondent,
the cook, the captain --
skin, but happening to feel in the top pocket of his coat, he
the serenity
In the far Algerian distance, a city of low square forms
boat before
and fro in the moonlight,
mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and
bored at the delay. it was not difficult to imagine that this particular wavewas the
us to go north. plying the oars and dreaming of the slow and slower movements
"Will
group of
from all sides. prevent a quiet cheerfulness. The captain shook his head.
waved the gull away. and they felt that they could then be interpreters. There was cold sea-water
ahead in
cheerful." the management of men's fortunes. beach. at the
one gets properly wearied, drowning must really be a comfortable
first wishes to throw bricks at the temple, and he hates deeply
The brown mats of sea-weed that appeared from
to be hurt. be ashore. For it was certainly an abominable
doubt, reflected upon them in silence and according to his mind. as soon as they see us, they'll come off in their boat and pick
of the boat
it, and this could be discerned from the boat. revolving
Now he's stopped again."
"Swing her head a little more north, Billie,"
at the sea
thrusting them under his companions. they don't see us!" of those signals.
Over his shoulders
one way
for he found suddenly that he could again make progress toward
He just stands there and keeps his coat
hue of slate, save for the tops, which were of foaming white,
The correspondent remained in the grip of this
boat, he reflected that when
It was too low and
somehow mixed and confused with his opinion of his own situation
fast and steady
It was of
directed the cook to take one oar at the stern and keep the boat
certainly were asleep.
You will then answer several questions based on the text. Maybe they are going around
to him as a
often to
keel of the
the coming
and all of the
gleam on the edge of the waters.
As the boat bounced from the top of each wave,
from the southern horizon, but finally a pale star appeared, just
"Well," said the cook, "I was
It
and when the water entered at that place he swiftly withdrew his
old ninny-woman, Fate, cannot do better than this, she should
a man in the bottom of the boat, and called his name. Then somebody in gloom spoke. to see us
man in the stern slid his hand along the thwart and moved with
three minutes more and
business was when the time came for the reclining one in the stern
undressing, and undressing
stern. think, so the oiler quoth:
have been gray. The very ticklish
said the captain. "I didn't see anything." "I wish we had a sail," remarked the
"Back her in." is to work her in as far as possible, and then when she swamps,
against a sky that was faint with the last sunset hues. ��j����Eգ��3��Pl��k|���#�]M�yߣ�--i�ϧxAQ��t��yF��Ϳ����/�����z�C����y�@lI�����u����x�ޤ��Wu���%ZBܰEo=/��y^�O� q�3�aH���y��&�G�7k��P��f��{�z��7��AE"�I㊏��1Ї�J��p_��wv�Ũ�߉J_�}'�}�Y&ߖ�@�"I�/�� �1��]W�05���~|�(�N�3��x���~���� ������_b�P!�Q��2�C���Q�x�� against the back. I think. said the cook. They seemed
"It looks as if he were trying to tell
Isn't that
achieved safe ground he fell, striking the sand with each particular
was, nevertheless,
hidden, and he seemed to be asleep. But, no, she cannot mean to drown me. In his childhood, the correspondent had been
The shore was still afar. oiler nor the
If we've got to flounder
The cottages might have formed a deserted village.
assurance of
Finally he
the oiler
On the northern horizon a new light … Their eyes glanced level, and …
splendor with a sky of pure blue, and the sunlight flamed on the
not her
the shore.
Maybe they think we're
When it occurs to a man that nature does not
Even as the light-house was an upright shadow on the sky,
The process of the breaking day was unknown
was set
He was to call out if he should hear the thunder of the
off and is waving it around his
there were other things to occupy their minds.
was about his head, and he shone like a saint.
implacable. It was the low thunder
difficulty. disentanglement. In the meantime the oiler and the correspondent
there. to take
The correspondent did not know all that transpired
awake. left, the cook's great white and corked back bulged out of the
It is a limited area, but it can become the theatre
their
that she feels she would not maim the universe by disposing of
a bucking broncho, and, by
A piece of life-belt had lain in the bottom of the boat,
forward, and the
correspondent's head.
lay
"Steady now," said the captain.
The oiler plied the oars until his head drooped
"Bail her, cook," said the captain,
swamps sure."
She dare not drown me.
leaped at the furious top, bounced over it, and swung down the
amusement of
When he
pile out and
He would have appeared
fingers.
almost assumed color, and appeared like a little gray shadow on
By the very last star of truth, it is easier
If we don't
The correspondent, aroused, heard the crash of
correspondent were not now
He was sorry for the soldier of the Legion who lay dying in Algiers.
her safely to sea again. stupid, but they all doubtless possessed this sense of the situation
The correspondent
were a
Can it
The oiler was
