Monday, December 3, 2007

pop art painting

directly from leeward, rising above the crash of the surf and traveling directly in the teeth of the storm. As we passed the point, the whole cove burst upon our view, a half-moon of white sandy beach upon which broke a huge surf and which was covered with myriads of seals. It was from them that the great bellowing went up
¡¡¡¡'A rookery!' I cried. 'Now are we indeed saved. There must be men and cruisers to protect them from the seal-hunters. Possibly there is a station ashore.' ¡¡¡¡But as I studied the surf that beat upon the beach, I said: 'Still bad, but not so bad. And now, if the gods be truly kind, we shall drift by that next headland and come upon a perfectly sheltered beach where we may land without wetting our feet.' ¡¡¡¡And the gods were kind. The first and second headlands were directly in line with the southwest wind; but once around the second,- and we

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