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fog lifting before night, I was afforded a look at the sun just as it was
touching the sea. I watched it go down and out of sight. Then I turned my face
eastward, and there, apparently at the very end of the bowsprit, was the
smiling full moon rising out of the sea. Neptune himself coming over the bows
could not have startled me more. 'Good evening, sire,' I cried: 'I'm glad to
see you.' Many a long talk since then I have had with the man in the moon; he
had my confidence on the voyage.