It was then lying at ease in the handsome cabin, that he became conscious again that fishing would soon be over with him. He had taken his oath to go to war. The time of his departure was not far off. Once the Daniel Webster had a good stock of halibut aboard, he'd take her home, leave her, and might never return to her. His beautiful, swift ship! Doing her job in the old way, taking her power down from the winds, up from the tides and currents of the sea, going like a wild goose over the water. His eyes became a little misty with a tender regret, a yearning for the old peace, the seasons of hard work and hard-won ease ashore.
(from The Gaunt Woman, by Edmund Gilligan)
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