creevles

Updated: May 1, 2025

Harvey swung out of his bunk to hear better; and amid the straining of the timbers and the wash of the waters the tune crooned and moaned on, like lee surf in a blind fog, till it ended with a wail. "Jimmy Christmas! Thet gives me the blue creevles," said Dan. "What in thunder is it?" "The song of Fin McCoul," said the cook, "when he wass going to Norway."

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