Every dialect from Labrador to Long Island, with Portuguese, Neapolitan, Lingua Franca, French, and Gaelic, with songs and shoutings and new oaths, rattled round him, and he seemed to be the butt of it all.

For the first time in his life he felt shy--perhaps that came from living so long with only the "We're Heres"-- among the scores of wild faces that rose and fell with the reeling small craft.

A gentle, breathing swell, three furlongs from trough to barrel, would quietly shoulder up a string of variously painted dories.

They hung for an instant, a wonderful frieze against the sky-line, and their men pointed and hailed, Next moment the open mouths, waving arms, and bare chests disappeared, while on another swell came up an entirely new line of characters like paper figures in a toy theatre.

So Harvey stared.