The Tongue of the Ocean by Eve Bunting5/27/2023 The bird continues its flight towards the west. Nothing more is perceptible of the raft, even to the keen eye of the albatross. The man stands erect, with his hand to his forehead, shading the sun from his eyes, and scanning the surface of the sea with inquiring glances.Īt his feet, lying among the creases of the canvas, are a handspike, a pair of boat oars, and an axe. The latter is lying along the folds of the sail-cloth, apparently asleep. Slight as is the structure, it is occupied by two individuals,-a man and a boy. It is a raft, with a disc not much larger than a dining-table, constructed out of two small spars of a ship,-the dolphin-striker and spritsail yard,-with two broad planks and some narrower ones lashed crosswise, and over all two or three pieces of sail-cloth carelessly spread. The “vulture of the sea,” borne upon broad wing, and wandering over the wide Atlantic, suddenly suspends his flight to look down upon an object that has attracted his attention.
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