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shall never forget what a dreamy haze hung about the
silver-striped dome of the African pillar—the city and
headland of Sudah and the hills beyond the neutral
ground, and how the noble precipice of Gibraltar stood
out with every point and edge cut sharply against the
mellow sky. Nor how like a child's toy the full canvased
ship looked that sailed in under the tremendous wall and
was lost to sight in the shadows.

Beautiful starlit night on the Mediterranean.

All we left behind (on the ship) are in snowy Gibraltar
shoes, and our African party are gorgeous with yellow
Moorish slippers.

Midnight July I.

After all this racing and bustling and rollicking excite-
ment in Africa it seems good to get back to the old ship
once more. It is so like home. After all our weary time
we shall sleep peacefully tonight.

"Sleep makes us all pashas." (Moorish proverb.)

"Sleep joins the parted lovers' hands."

Following this is a memorandum of a hotel
bill in Morocco on which food for 8 is set down
at $12.50 and liquors $18.50, by which one may
suppose that the Tangier stay ended pleasantly.

July 2, 1867. The Mediterranean this morning is a
paler blue than any other sea, perhaps, but the richest
and most lustrous and beautiful color imaginable. 20 ships
in sight all the time.

What a good thing Adam had—when he said a good
thing he knew nobody had said it before.

Chapters VIII and IX of The Innocents
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