The sea-reach of the Thames stretched before us like the beginning of an interminable waterway. The flood had made, the wind was nearly calm, and being bound down the river, the only thing for it was to come to and wait for the turn of the tide. The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser.
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