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English
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The grey dawn had broken in earnest at last, and we could see the racing waves with their angry crests of white. The surrounding islands showed up as dark masses in the distance, and in the east, almost as Maloney spoke, the sun came up with a rush in a stormy and magnificent sky of red and gold. THE GRAY DAWN HAD BROKEN IN EARNEST AT LAST AND WE COULD SEE THE RACING WAVES WITH THEIR ANGRY CRESTS OF WHITE THE SURROUNDING ISLANDS SHOWED UP AS DARK MASSES IN THE DISTANCE AND IN THE EAST ALMOST AS MALONEY SPOKE THE SUN CAME UP WITH A RUSH IN A STORMY AND MAGNIFICENT SKY OF RED AND GOLD
began to advance. None of us spoke. Sangree and I, with cocked guns, watched the shore lines, and all within easy touch and speaking distance. It was a slow and blundering drive, and there were many false alarms, but after the best part of half an hour we stood on the farther end, having made the complete tour, and without putting up so much as a squirrel. Certainly there was no living creature on that island but ourselves. "I know what it is!" cried Maloney, looking out over the dim expanse of grey sea, and speaking with the air of a man making a discovery; "it's a dog from one of the farms on the larger islands"—he pointed seawards where the archipelago thickened—"and it's escaped and turned wild. Our fires and voices attracted it, and it's probably half starved as well as savage, poor brute!" No one said anything in reply, and he began to sing again very low to himself. The point where we stood—a huddled, shivering group—faced the wider channels that led to the open sea and Finland.  DISTANCES CAREFULLY AND THEN BEGAN TO ADVANCE NONE OF US SPOKE SANGREE AND I WITH COCKED GUNS WATCHED THE SHORE LINES AND ALL WITHIN EASY TOUCH AND SPEAKING DISTANCE IT WAS A SLOW AND BLUNDERING DRIVE AND THERE WERE MANY FALSE ALARMS BUT AFTER THE BEST PART OF HALF AN HOUR WE STOOD AT THE FARTHER END HAVING MADE THE COMPLETE TOUR AND WITHOUT PUTTING UP SO MUCH AS A SQUIRREL CERTAINLY THERE WAS NO LIVING CREATURE ON THAT ISLAND BUT OURSELVES I KNOW WHAT IT IS CRIED MALONEY LOOKING OUT OVER THE DIM EXPANSE OF GREY SEA AND SPEAKING WITH THE AIR OF A MAN MAKING A DISCOVERY IT'S A DOG FROM ONE OF THE FARMS ON THE LARGER ISLANDS HE POINTED SEAWARDS WHERE THE ARCHIPELAGO THICKENED AND IT'S ESCAPED AND TURNED WILD OUR FIRES AND VOICES ATTRACTED IT AND IT'S PROBABLY HALF STARVED AS WELL AS SAVAGE POOR BRUTE NO ONE SAID ANYTHING IN REPLY AND HE BEGAN TO SING AGAIN VERY LOW TO HIMSELF THE POINT WHERE WE STOOD A HUDDLED SHIVERING GROUP FACED THE WIDER CHANNELS THAT LED TO THE OPEN SEA AND FINLAND
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