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At
night
the
body
of
clouds
advancing
higher
up
the
sky
smothers
the
whole
quiet
gulf
below
with
an
impenetrable
darkness
,
in
which
the
sound
of
the
falling
showers
can
be
heard
beginning
and
ceasing
abruptly
--
now
here
,
now
there
.
Indeed
,
these
cloudy
nights
are
proverbial
with
the
seamen
along
the
whole
west
coast
of
a
great
continent
.
Sky
,
land
,
and
sea
disappear
together
out
of
the
world
when
the
Placido
--
as
the
saying
is
--
goes
to
sleep
under
its
black
poncho
.
The
few
stars
left
below
the
seaward
frown
of
the
vault
shine
feebly
as
into
the
mouth
of
a
black
cavern
.
In
its
vastness
your
ship
floats
unseen
under
your
feet
,
her
sails
flutter
invisible
above
your
head
.
The
eye
of
God
Himself
--
they
add
with
grim
profanity
--
could
not
find
out
what
work
a
man
's
hand
is
doing
in
there
;
and
you
would
be
free
to
call
the
devil
to
your
aid
with
impunity
if
even
his
malice
were
not
defeated
by
such
a
blind
darkness
.
The
shores
on
the
gulf
are
steep-to
all
round
;
three
uninhabited
islets
basking
in
the
sunshine
just
outside
the
cloud
veil
,
and
opposite
the
entrance
to
the
harbour
of
Sulaco
,
bear
the
name
of
"
The
Isabels
.
"
There
is
the
Great
Isabel
;
the
Little
Isabel
,
which
is
round
;
and
Hermosa
,
which
is
the
smallest
.
That
last
is
no
more
than
a
foot
high
,
and
about
seven
paces
across
,
a
mere
flat
top
of
a
grey
rock
which
smokes
like
a
hot
cinder
after
a
shower
,
and
where
no
man
would
care
to
venture
a
naked
sole
before
sunset
.
On
the
Little
Isabel
an
old
ragged
palm
,
with
a
thick
bulging
trunk
rough
with
spines
,
a
very
witch
amongst
palm
trees
,
rustles
a
dismal
bunch
of
dead
leaves
above
the
coarse
sand
.
The
Great
Isabel
has
a
spring
of
fresh
water
issuing
from
the
overgrown
side
of
a
ravine
.
Resembling
an
emerald
green
wedge
of
land
a
mile
long
,
and
laid
flat
upon
the
sea
,
it
bears
two
forest
trees
standing
close
together
,
with
a
wide
spread
of
shade
at
the
foot
of
their
smooth
trunks
.
A
ravine
extending
the
whole
length
of
the
island
is
full
of
bushes
;
and
presenting
a
deep
tangled
cleft
on
the
high
side
spreads
itself
out
on
the
other
into
a
shallow
depression
abutting
on
a
small
strip
of
sandy
shore
From
that
low
end
of
the
Great
Isabel
the
eye
plunges
through
an
opening
two
miles
away
,
as
abrupt
as
if
chopped
with
an
axe
out
of
the
regular
sweep
of
the
coast
,
right
into
the
harbour
of
Sulaco
.
It
is
an
oblong
,
lake-like
piece
of
water
.
On
one
side
the
short
wooded
spurs
and
valleys
of
the
Cordillera
come
down
at
right
angles
to
the
very
strand
;
on
the
other
the
open
view
of
the
great
Sulaco
plain
passes
into
the
opal
mystery
of
great
distances
overhung
by
dry
haze
.
The
town
of
Sulaco
itself
--
tops
of
walls
,
a
great
cupola
,
gleams
of
white
miradors
in
a
vast
grove
of
orange
trees
--
lies
between
the
mountains
and
the
plain
,
at
some
little
distance
from
its
harbour
and
out
of
the
direct
line
of
sight
from
the
sea
.
THE
only
sign
of
commercial
activity
within
the
harbour
,
visible
from
the
beach
of
the
Great
Isabel
,
is
the
square
blunt
end
of
the
wooden
jetty
which
the
Oceanic
Steam
Navigation
Company
(
the
O.S.N.
of
familiar
speech
)
had
thrown
over
the
shallow
part
of
the
bay
soon
after
they
had
resolved
to
make
of
Sulaco
one
of
their
ports
of
call
for
the
Republic
of
Costaguana
.
The
State
possesses
several
harbours
on
its
long
seaboard
,
but
except
Cayta
,
an
important
place
,
all
are
either
small
and
inconvenient
inlets
in
an
iron-bound
coast
--
like
Esmeralda
,
for
instance
,
sixty
miles
to
the
south
--
or
else
mere
open
roadsteads
exposed
to
the
winds
and
fretted
by
the
surf
.
Perhaps
the
very
atmospheric
conditions
which
had
kept
away
the
merchant
fleets
of
bygone
ages
induced
the
O.S.N.
Company
to
violate
the
sanctuary
of
peace
sheltering
the
calm
existence
of
Sulaco
.
The
variable
airs
sporting
lightly
with
the
vast
semicircle
of
waters
within
the
head
of
Azuera
could
not
baffle
the
steam
power
of
their
excellent
fleet
.
Year
after
year
the
black
hulls
of
their
ships
had
gone
up
and
down
the
coast
,
in
and
out
,
past
Azuera
,
past
the
Isabels
,
past
Punta
Mala
--
disregarding
everything
but
the
tyranny
of
time
.
Their
names
,
the
names
of
all
mythology
,
became
the
household
words
of
a
coast
that
had
never
been
ruled
by
the
gods
of
Olympus
.
The
Juno
was
known
only
for
her
comfortable
cabins
amidships
,
the
Saturn
for
the
geniality
of
her
captain
and
the
painted
and
gilt
luxuriousness
of
her
saloon
,
whereas
the
Ganymede
was
fitted
out
mainly
for
cattle
transport
,
and
to
be
avoided
by
coastwise
passengers
.
The
humblest
Indian
in
the
obscurest
village
on
the
coast
was
familiar
with
the
Cerberus
,
a
little
black
puffer
without
charm
or
living
accommodation
to
speak
of
,
whose
mission
was
to
creep
inshore
along
the
wooded
beaches
close
to
mighty
ugly
rocks
,
stopping
obligingly
before
every
cluster
of
huts
to
collect
produce
,
down
to
three-pound
parcels
of
indiarubber
bound
in
a
wrapper
of
dry
grass
.
And
as
they
seldom
failed
to
account
for
the
smallest
package
,
rarely
lost
a
bullock
,
and
had
never
drowned
a
single
passenger
,
the
name
of
the
O.S.N.
stood
very
high
for
trustworthiness
.
People
declared
that
under
the
Company
's
care
their
lives
and
property
were
safer
on
the
water
than
in
their
own
houses
on
shore
.
