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.And, inshore, a string of smoking steamboats waddled, hugging the coast, like migrating and amphibious monsters, distrustful of the restless waves.At night the headlands retreated, the bays advanced into one unbroken line of gloom.The lights of the earth mingled with the lights of heaven; and above the tossing lanterns of a trawling fleet a great lighthouse shone steadily, like an enormous riding light burning above a vessel of fabulous dimensions.Below its steady glow, the coast, stretching away straight and black, resembled the high side of an indestructible craft riding motionless upon the immortal and unresting sea.The dark land lay alone in the midst of waters, like a mighty ship bestarred with vigilant lights – a ship carrying the burden of millions of lives – a ship freighted with dross and with jewels, with gold and with steel.She towered up immense and strong, guarding priceless traditions and untold suffering, sheltering glorious memories and base forgetfulness, ignoble virtues and splendid transgressions.A great ship! For ages had the ocean battered in vain her enduring sides; she was there when the world was vaster and darker, when the sea was great and mysterious, and ready to surrender the prize of fame to audacious men.A ship mother of fleets and nations! The great flagship of the race; stronger than the storms! and anchored in the open sea.The Narcissus, heeling over to off-shore gusts, rounded the South Foreland, passed through the Downs, and, in tow, entered the river.Shorn of the glory of her white wings, she wound obediently after the tug through the maze of invisible channels.As she passed them the red-painted light-vessels, swung at their moorings, seemed for an instant to sail with great speed in the rush of tide, and the next moment were left hopelessly behind.The big buoys on the tails of banks slipped past her sides very low, and, dropping in her wake, tugged at their chains like fierce watchdogs.The reach narrowed; from both sides the land approached the ship.She went steadily up the river.On the riverside slopes the houses appeared in groups – seemed to stream down the declivities at a run to see her pass, and, checked by the mud of the foreshore, crowded on the banks.Further on, the tall factory chimneys appeared in insolent bands and watched her go by, like a straggling crowd of slim giants, swaggering and upright under the black plummets of smoke, cavalierly aslant.She swept round the bends; an impure breeze shrieked a welcome between her stripped spars; and the land, closing in, stepped between the ship and the sea.A low cloud hung before her – a great opalescent and tremulous cloud, that seemed to rise from the steaming brows of millions of men.Long drifts of smoky vapours soiled it with livid trails; it throbbed to the beat of millions of hearts, and from it came an immense and lamentable murmur – the murmur of millions of lips praying, cursing, sighing, jeering – the undying murmur of folly, regret, and hope exhaled by the crowds of the anxious earth.The Narcissus entered the cloud; the shadows deepened; on all sides there was the clang of iron, the sound of mighty blows, shrieks, yells.Black barges drifted stealthily on the murky stream.A mad jumble of begrimed walls loomed up vaguely in the smoke, bewildering and mournful, like a vision of disaster.The tugs backed and filled in the stream, to hold the ship steady at the dock-gates; from her bows two lines went through the air whistling, and struck at the land viciously, like a pair of snakes.A bridge broke in two before her, as if by enchantment; big hydraulic capstans began to turn all by themselves, as though animated by a mysterious and unholy spell.She moved through a narrow lane of water between two low walls of granite, and men with check-ropes in their hands kept pace with her, walking on the broad flag-stones.A group waited impatiently on each side of the vanished bridge: rough heavy men in caps; sallow-faced men in high hats; two bareheaded women; ragged children, fascinated, and with wide eyes.A cart coming at a jerky trot pulled up sharply.One of the women screamed at the silent ship – »Hallo, Jack!« without looking at any one in particular, and all hands looked at her from the forecastle head.– »Stand clear! Stand clear of that rope!« cried the dockmen, bending over stone posts.The crowd murmured, stamped where they stood.– »Let go your quarter-checks! Let go!« sang out a ruddy-faced old man on the quay.The ropes splashed heavily falling in the water, and the Narcissus entered the dock.The stony shores ran away right and left in straight lines, enclosing a sombre and rectangular pool
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