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 these guests and look at the rocks gloomily. The rocks from time to time fall into the sea, one after the other, and the rampart grows higher, keeping back the waves, and thus curtailing their liberty. At length they become puzzled and look timidly upon the malicious barricade: then determine to outdo it, and running forward at full galop they strike their chests against the rocks. The cool unapproachable rampart stands! The sea quivers.

In great perplexity the waves continue tossing themselves against the rocks. A groan resounds in the sea. The gloomy waves run: “Treachery; Treachery!” they cry. “We admitted them as friends, and they have stolen away our liberty!” Mother storm begins to sob, and father hurricane with a roar runs towards the gloomy dam. “O rocks! O severe rocks! once you were free, you