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THE WHEEL COMES FULL CIRCLE.
The next morning I was up early, and went on deck.

The sun had risen, and in the moist atmosphere the tints of sky and sea were beautiful.
Everywhere was the warm ocean undulating lazily to the vague horizon.

A few lascars were still cleansing the decks; others were seated on their haunches between decks, eating curry from a calabash; a couple of passengers were indolently munching oranges; and Stone the quartermaster was inspecting the work lately done by the lascars.

Stone gave me a pleasant good-morning, and we walked together the length of the deck forward.