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ACROSS THE CAPE.
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(the foxes) live upon birds and their eggs, and, when they can't get them, upon crow-berries, mussels, crabs, and what the sea casts out."
Just before reaching the light-house, we saw the sun set in the Bay,—for standing on that narrow Cape was, as I have said, like being on the deck of a vessel, or rather at the masthead of a man-of-war, thirty miles at sea, though we knew that at the same moment the sun was setting behind our native hills, which were just below the horizon in that direction. This sight drove everything else quite out of our heads, and Homer and the Ocean came in again with a rush,—
Ἐν δ᾽ ἔπεσ᾽ Ὠκεανῷ λαμπρὸν φάος ἠελίοιο,
the shining torch of the sun fell into the ocean.
