Mardi: and A Voyage Thither, Vol. I (of 2)

ow I deserted thee on the broad deep. So far from home, with such a motley crew, so many islanders,

wning eddies did their work, knows no mortal man. Sunk she silently, helplessly, into the calm depths of that summer sea, assassinated by the ruthless blade of the swordfish? Such things have been. Or wa

foundered; or laid her bones upon some treacherous ree

ers believe of missing ships-may never haunt my future path upon the waves. Peacefully may she rest at the bottom of

ances. Was this one? But life is sweet to all, death comes as hard. And for myself I am almost tempted to hang my head,

s to imagine, that our deserting her could have been in any way instrumental in her loss. Nevertheless, I