But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. He frowned. "Flying fish. The shouts, yells, and groans which they uttered, and which were echoed by the concourse in the rear, were perfectly frightful. I shall count it a privilege.
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