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Built
upon
a
dismal
reef
of
sunken
rocks
,
some
league
or
so
from
shore
,
on
which
the
waters
chafed
and
dashed
,
the
wild
year
through
,
there
stood
a
solitary
lighthouse
.
Great
heaps
of
sea-weed
clung
to
its
base
,
and
storm-birds
--
born
of
the
wind
one
might
suppose
,
as
sea-weed
of
the
water
--
rose
and
fell
about
it
,
like
the
waves
they
skimmed
.
But
even
here
,
two
men
who
watched
the
light
had
made
a
fire
,
that
through
the
loophole
in
the
thick
stone
wall
shed
out
a
ray
of
brightness
on
the
awful
sea
.
Joining
their
horny
hands
over
the
rough
table
at
which
they
sat
,
they
wished
each
other
Merry
Christmas
in
their
can
of
grog
;
and
one
of
them
:
the
elder
,
too
,
with
his
face
all
damaged
and
scarred
with
hard
weather
,
as
the
figure-head
of
an
old
ship
might
be
:
struck
up
a
sturdy
song
that
was
like
a
Gale
in
itself
.
Again
the
Ghost
sped
on
,
above
the
black
and
heaving
sea
--
on
,
on
--
until
,
being
far
away
,
as
he
told
Scrooge
,
from
any
shore
,
they
lighted
on
a
ship
.
They
stood
beside
the
helmsman
at
the
wheel
,
the
look-out
in
the
bow
,
the
officers
who
had
the
watch
;
dark
,
ghostly
figures
in
their
several
stations
;
but
every
man
among
them
hummed
a
Christmas
tune
,
or
had
a
Christmas
thought
,
or
spoke
below
his
breath
to
his
companion
of
some
bygone
Christmas
Day
,
with
homeward
hopes
belonging
to
it
.
And
every
man
on
board
,
waking
or
sleeping
,
good
or
bad
,
had
had
a
kinder
word
for
another
on
that
day
than
on
any
day
in
the
year
;
and
had
shared
to
some
extent
in
its
festivities
;
and
had
remembered
those
he
cared
for
at
a
distance
,
and
had
known
that
they
delighted
to
remember
him
.
It
was
a
great
surprise
to
Scrooge
,
while
listening
to
the
moaning
of
the
wind
,
and
thinking
what
a
solemn
thing
it
was
to
move
on
through
the
lonely
darkness
over
an
unknown
abyss
,
whose
depths
were
secrets
as
profound
as
Death
:
it
was
a
great
surprise
to
Scrooge
,
while
thus
engaged
,
to
hear
a
hearty
laugh
.
It
was
a
much
greater
surprise
to
Scrooge
to
recognise
it
as
his
own
nephew
's
and
to
find
himself
in
a
bright
,
dry
,
gleaming
room
,
with
the
Spirit
standing
smiling
by
his
side
,
and
looking
at
that
same
nephew
with
approving
affability
.
'
Ha
,
ha
!
'
laughed
Scrooge
's
nephew
.
'
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
'
If
you
should
happen
,
by
any
unlikely
chance
,
to
know
a
man
more
blest
in
a
laugh
than
Scrooge
's
nephew
,
all
I
can
say
is
,
I
should
like
to
know
him
too
.
Introduce
him
to
me
,
and
I
'll
cultivate
his
acquaintance
.
It
is
a
fair
,
even-handed
,
noble
adjustment
of
things
,
that
while
there
is
infection
in
disease
and
sorrow
,
there
is
nothing
in
the
world
so
irresistibly
contagious
as
laughter
and
good-humour
.
When
Scrooge
's
nephew
laughed
in
this
way
:
holding
his
sides
,
rolling
his
head
,
and
twisting
his
face
into
the
most
extravagant
contortions
:
Scrooge
's
niece
,
by
marriage
,
laughed
as
heartily
as
he
.
And
their
assembled
friends
being
not
a
bit
behindhand
,
roared
out
lustily
.
'
Ha
,
ha
!
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
'
