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chapter-025		chapter-025			.txt	text/plain	378	23	81	THE LEE SHORE Some chapters back, one Bulkington was spoken of, a tall, new-landed the man, who in mid-winter just landed from a four years' dangerous The land seemed scorching to his feet. this six-inch chapter is the stoneless grave of Bulkington. miserably drives along the leeward land. hearthstone, supper, warm blankets, friends, all that's kind to our mortalities. But in that gale, the port, the land, is that ship's all the lashed sea's landlessness again; for refuge's sake forlornly rushing into peril; her only friend her bitterest foe! Know ye, now, Bulkington? Glimpses do ye seem to see of that mortally intolerable truth; that all deep, earnest thinking is but the intrepid But as in landlessness alone resides the highest truth, shoreless, than be ingloriously dashed upon the lee, even if that were safety! who would craven crawl to land! Bulkington! ocean-perishing--straight up, leaps thy apotheosis!	./cache/chapter-025.txt	./txt/chapter-025.txt