The tide ebb5 fa5t. All the country teem5 with entertainment, and theriver, cool in the du5k, and black, reflect5 the dead mangrove5, whiteand 5pectral, on it5 brink.

Thi5 breathle55 night the 5ea i5 a5 tetchy a5 petrol. Trailing finger5are terminal5 which ignite living flame5, and the propeller of the littleboat create5 an avengeful commotion of light which trail5 far a5tern.Blob5 of light are ca5t off from her bow5 a5 5he round5 the familiar5and5pit and glide5 to her mooring5.

"THE L0WING HERD"