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But
under
the
moon
I
stiffen
the
bunt
of
the
sail
.
"
He
was
almost
humming
the
words
,
and
it
dawned
upon
him
that
the
other
reminded
him
of
the
trade
wind
,
of
the
Northeast
Trade
,
steady
,
and
cool
,
and
strong
.
He
was
equable
,
he
was
to
be
relied
upon
,
and
withal
there
was
a
certain
bafflement
about
him
.
Martin
had
the
feeling
that
he
never
spoke
his
full
mind
,
just
as
he
had
often
had
the
feeling
that
the
trades
never
blew
their
strongest
but
always
held
reserves
of
strength
that
were
never
used
.
Martin
’
s
trick
of
visioning
was
active
as
ever
.
His
brain
was
a
most
accessible
storehouse
of
remembered
fact
and
fancy
,
and
its
contents
seemed
ever
ordered
and
spread
for
his
inspection
.
Whatever
occurred
in
the
instant
present
,
Martin
’
s
mind
immediately
presented
associated
antithesis
or
similitude
which
ordinarily
expressed
themselves
to
him
in
vision
.
It
was
sheerly
automatic
,
and
his
visioning
was
an
unfailing
accompaniment
to
the
living
present
.
Just
as
Ruth
’
s
face
,
in
a
momentary
jealousy
had
called
before
his
eyes
a
forgotten
moonlight
gale
,
and
as
Professor
Caldwell
made
him
see
again
the
Northeast
Trade
herding
the
white
billows
across
the
purple
sea
,
so
,
from
moment
to
moment
,
not
disconcerting
but
rather
identifying
and
classifying
,
new
memory
-
visions
rose
before
him
,
or
spread
under
his
eyelids
,
or
were
thrown
upon
the
screen
of
his
consciousness
.
These
visions
came
out
of
the
actions
and
sensations
of
the
past
,
out
of
things
and
events
and
books
of
yesterday
and
last
week
—
a
countless
host
of
apparitions
that
,
waking
or
sleeping
,
forever
thronged
his
mind
.
So
it
was
,
as
he
listened
to
Professor
Caldwell
’
s
easy
flow
of
speech
—
the
conversation
of
a
clever
,
cultured
man
—
that
Martin
kept
seeing
himself
down
all
his
past
.
He
saw
himself
when
he
had
been
quite
the
hoodlum
,
wearing
a
"
stiff
-
rim
"
Stetson
hat
and
a
square
-
cut
,
double
-
breasted
coat
,
with
a
certain
swagger
to
the
shoulders
and
possessing
the
ideal
of
being
as
tough
as
the
police
permitted
.
He
did
not
disguise
it
to
himself
,
nor
attempt
to
palliate
it
.
At
one
time
in
his
life
he
had
been
just
a
common
hoodlum
,
the
leader
of
a
gang
that
worried
the
police
and
terrorized
honest
,
working
-
class
householders
.
But
his
ideals
had
changed
.
He
glanced
about
him
at
the
well
-
bred
,
well
-
dressed
men
and
women
,
and
breathed
into
his
lungs
the
atmosphere
of
culture
and
refinement
,
and
at
the
same
moment
the
ghost
of
his
early
youth
,
in
stiff
-
rim
and
square
-
cut
,
with
swagger
and
toughness
,
stalked
across
the
room
.
This
figure
,
of
the
corner
hoodlum
,
he
saw
merge
into
himself
,
sitting
and
talking
with
an
actual
university
professor
.
For
,
after
all
,
he
had
never
found
his
permanent
abiding
place
.
He
had
fitted
in
wherever
he
found
himself
,
been
a
favorite
always
and
everywhere
by
virtue
of
holding
his
own
at
work
and
at
play
and
by
his
willingness
and
ability
to
fight
for
his
rights
and
command
respect
.
But
he
had
never
taken
root
.
He
had
fitted
in
sufficiently
to
satisfy
his
fellows
but
not
to
satisfy
himself
.
He
had
been
perturbed
always
by
a
feeling
of
unrest
,
had
heard
always
the
call
of
something
from
beyond
,
and
had
wandered
on
through
life
seeking
it
until
he
found
books
and
art
and
love
.
And
here
he
was
,
in
the
midst
of
all
this
,
the
only
one
of
all
the
comrades
he
had
adventured
with
who
could
have
made
themselves
eligible
for
the
inside
of
the
Morse
home
.
But
such
thoughts
and
visions
did
not
prevent
him
from
following
Professor
Caldwell
closely
.
And
as
he
followed
,
comprehendingly
and
critically
,
he
noted
the
unbroken
field
of
the
other
’
s
knowledge
.
As
for
himself
,
from
moment
to
moment
the
conversation
showed
him
gaps
and
open
stretches
,
whole
subjects
with
which
he
was
unfamiliar
.
Nevertheless
,
thanks
to
his
Spencer
,
he
saw
that
he
possessed
the
outlines
of
the
field
of
knowledge
.
It
was
a
matter
only
of
time
,
when
he
would
fill
in
the
outline
.
Then
watch
out
,
he
thought
—
’
ware
shoal
,
everybody
!
He
felt
like
sitting
at
the
feet
of
the
professor
,
worshipful
and
absorbent
;
but
,
as
he
listened
,
he
began
to
discern
a
weakness
in
the
other
’
s
judgments
—
a
weakness
so
stray
and
elusive
that
he
might
not
have
caught
it
had
it
not
been
ever
present
.
And
when
he
did
catch
it
,
he
leapt
to
equality
at
once
.
Ruth
came
up
to
them
a
second
time
,
just
as
Martin
began
to
speak
.
"
I
’
ll
tell
you
where
you
are
wrong
,
or
,
rather
,
what
weakens
your
judgments
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
lack
biology
.
It
has
no
place
in
your
scheme
of
things
.
—
Oh
,
I
mean
the
real
interpretative
biology
,
from
the
ground
up
,
from
the
laboratory
and
the
test
-
tube
and
the
vitalized
inorganic
right
on
up
to
the
widest
aesthetic
and
sociological
generalizations
.
"
Ruth
was
appalled
.
She
had
sat
two
lecture
courses
under
Professor
Caldwell
and
looked
up
to
him
as
the
living
repository
of
all
knowledge
.
