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[D]own there, down where it smells like warm Brine and Gunpowder fumes, they're murdering and dispossessing thousands untallied, the innocent of the World, passing daily into the Hands of Slave-Owners and Torturers, but oh, never in Holland, nor in England, that Garden of Fools...?

Each Milestone passes like another Rung of a Ladder ascended. Behind, - below, - diminishing, they hear, and presently lose, a Voicing disconsolate, of Regret at their Flight.

"Six months...? a man can pass thro' an entire phase of his life in that time. Have an Adventure,- who knows?"