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chapter-373		chapter-373			.txt	text/plain	166	5	80	Twenty Years Down on the ancient wharf, the sand, I sit, with a new-comer chatting: He shippd as green-hand boy, and saild away, (took some sudden, vehement notion;) Since, twenty years and more have circled round and round, While he the globe was circling round and round, --and now returns: How changed the place--all the old land-marks gone--the parents dead; (Yes, he comes back to lay in port for good--to settle--has a well-filld purse--no spot will do but this;) The little boat that sculld him from the sloop, now held in leash I see, I hear the slapping waves, the restless keel, the rocking in the sand, I see the sailor kit, the canvas bag, the great box bound with brass, I scan the face all berry-brown and bearded--the stout-strong frame, Dressd in its russet suit of good Scotch cloth: (Then what the told-out story of those twenty years?	./cache/chapter-373.txt	./txt/chapter-373.txt