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- seated sideways in the high, open shark’s-mouth of our prow was a
little dwarf of a boy, one of Media’s pages, a red conch-shell,
bugle-wise suspended at his side. Among various other offices, it was
the duty of little Vee-Vee to announce the advent of his master, upon
drawing near to the islands in our route. Two short bars, projecting
from one side of the prow, furnished him the means of ascent to his
perch.
As we gained the open lagoon with bellied sails, and paddles playing, a
sheaf of foam borne upright at our prow; Yoomy, standing where the
spicy spray flew over him, stretched forth his hand and cried—“The dawn
of day is passed, and Mardi lies all before us: all her isles, and all
her lakes; all her stores of good and evil. Storms may come, our barks
may drown. But blow before us, all ye winds; give us a lively blast,
good clarion; rally round us all our wits; and be this voyage full
gayly sailed, for Yillah will yet be found.”
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