CASUALLY, but in thoughtful respect, John Connor leaned against the starboard railing of an American trooper; it was no pleasure trip this, and the cool pungent salt spray, the darkness of an equinoctial stormy night, the leaping porpoises, the turbulent struggling clouds, and the rolling of other ships in the darkness, seemed as if all in life were a fight...
Covert, Ed Pfc.
Sketch: Vol. 10
, Article 3.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol10/iss2/3