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 Where the valleys, like trenches, gloom narrow and black,— And underneath, skirting the open fiords,— It's in places like these human beings abide.

[Looks at the Captain.

They build far apart in this country.

Ay; Few are the dwellings and far between.

Shall we get in by day-break?

Thereabouts; If we don't have too dirty a night altogether.

It grows thick in the west.

It does so.

Stop a bit! You might put me in mind when we make up accounts— I'm inclined, as the phrase goes, to do a good turn To the crew

I thank you.

It won't be much I have dug for gold, and lost what I found;—