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Lank Bildad, as pilot, headed the first watch, and ever and anon, as the old craft deep dived into the green seas.
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Sent the shivering frost all over her, and the winds howled, and the cordage rang, his steady notes were heard.
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Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green. So to the Jews old Canaan stood.
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