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 noise and roar they strike against the rocks, then retire; but again attack, even in death they add to their brother’s courage.

But the dam stands firm!

Continually the waves are rolling, one overtaking another, and neither end nor limit is seen.

The sea retires from its shores; all waves come back to their rows. A prolonged moan resounds over the vast expanse. Morning comes, a gray gloomy morning, the immovable rocks are still standing. Mother storm sobs over the waves, her children continually perish! perish!

They gore their breasts against the rocks!

Frightened people come together, with pity the fishermen look on the sea; the young waves perish in such an uneven fight. Their hearts swell with pain, and