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Nevertheless, the water looks smooth, perfectly smooth; the billowings which lift us cannot be seen;—it is because the summits of these swells are mile-broad,—too broad to be discerned from the level of our deck. My French friend from Guadeloupe kindly confesses this is almost the color of tropical water.... Up from the warm deep color of the sea-circle the edge of the heaven glows as if bathed in greenish flame. Alternately its blue circle lifts and falls before us and behind us—we rise very high; we sink very low,—but always with a slow long motion. M.—Under the sun the sea is a flaming, dazzling lazulite.

I ask the ship's doctor whether it is really true that the West Indian waters are any bluer than these.

Because I cannot discern the green, he tells me I do not yet know what blue water is. Waking up with a start, I fancy that everything is turning blue,—myself included. Perhaps the sea may deepen its hue;—I do not believe it can take more luminous color without being set aflame....

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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this e Book or online at Two Years in the French West Indies Author: Lafcadio Hearn Release Date: August, 2004 [EBook #6381] Last Updated: November 17, 2012 Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FRENCH WEST INDIES *** Produced by Richard Farris and David Widger "La faon d'tre du pays est si agrable, la temprature si bonne, et l'on y vit dans une libert si honnte, que je n'aye pas vu un seul homme, ny une seule femme, qui en soient revenues, en qui je n'aye remarqu une grande passion d'y retourner."-LE PRE DUTERTRE (1667) MON CHER AMI LEOPOLD ARNOUX CHAPTER I. There is no moon; the sea-circle is black as Acheron; and our phosphor wake reappears quivering across it,—seeming to reach back to the very horizon.

" There is such a tone of surprise in his "oh" as might indicate that I had asked a very foolish question; and his look seems to express doubt whether I am quite in earnest....

He looks a moment at the sea, and replies, "Oh yes!

But the Guadeloupe gentleman says he has seen water still more blue. Clothing feels now almost too heavy to endure; and the warm wind brings a languor with it as of temptation....

Weeds floating by, a little below the surface, are azured. The swaying circle of the resplendent sea seems to flash its jewel-color to the zenith.

Though the sun shines hot the wind is cold: its strong irregular blowing fans one into drowsiness. It is full of great flashes, as of seams opening and reclosing over a white surface. Sometimes it reaches up and slaps the side of the steamer with a sound as of a great naked hand, The wind waxes boisterous. There is an immense humming that drowns speech,—a humming made up of many sounds: whining of pulleys, whistling of riggings, flapping and fluttering of canvas, roar of nettings in the wind.

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