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The men in the other luggers laughed and jeered. "What are you hoisting sail for?" they cried. "Sail-drill of a forenoon," cried another, perhaps a deserter from the navy. "Shut up," Marah answered. "Don't mind them, boys. Heave round. Heave round at what you're doing. Over with them tubs, sons! My hat! Those fellows are mad to be playing this game in a light like this.
There are Marah and Hugh, with the sun going down behind the gorse-bank, across the Lea; and there are the broken ships floating slowly past, with the perch rising at them; and there is myself, a very young cub, ignorant of what was about to come upon me.
What are you going to do to me?" "What d'ye think you deserve?" said Marah. "Eh? You'd have had us all hanged and glad, too. You'll see soon enough what we're going to do to you." He struck a light for his pipe, and lit a candle in a corner of the cave near where I lay. "You'll soon know your fate," he added. "Meanwhile, here's a friend of yours one you might like to talk to.
Viewed from the standpoint of mature life, those early years remind me of the experience of the Israel-ites when they came to Marah, where the waters were bitter, and where Moses put something into the bitter waters to make them sweet.
While Marah was preparing the chicken for the gridiron the door at the foot of the stairs opened and Clara came in, looking, after her night's rest, as fresh as a rosebud. "What! up with the sun, my darling?" said Marah, going to meet her. "Yes, mamma! Oh! it is so good to be here with you in this nice, quiet place, with no one to make me shudder! But you must let me help you, mamma! See!
Their horses' feet were muffled with felt, so that they made little noise, although they were many. Marah swung me up into the saddle of one of the three horses in his care. He himself rode the middle horse. I was on his off side. The horse I mounted had a keg of spirits lashed to the saddle behind me; the horse beyond Marah was laden like a pack-mule. "We're the rearguard," said Marah to me.
At that moment a trooper rode into the sea just astern of us I remember to this day the brightness of the splash his horse made; Marah turned at the noise and shot the horse; but the man fired too, and Marah seemed to stagger and droop over the tiller as though badly hit. Seeing that, I ran aft to help him.
All the cutter's guns were peppering at us; a shot or two went through our sails, one shot knocked a splinter from our fiferail. "They shoot a treat, don't they?" said Marah. "Another minute and they will be knocking away a spar."
In vain! he had seen with his own eyes, he said. Against all I could say or do there was built up a wall of scornful incredulity, on which I might have dashed my brains out to no purpose." "Oh, Marah, Marah! with none to pity or to save!" again exclaimed Herbert. "Yes," said the meek creature, bowing her head; "God pitied and helped me!
At these bitter waters, the Marah of the streams of Wisdom, the soul of the man whom we have made the hero of these pages, had also, and not lightly, quaffed.
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