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It was the day before a great storm. Any one familiar with the face ofthe sea could have told that. The sky was a dead, dull sheet of coldleaden-gray cloud, and the color of it was reflected in a darker shadein the vast expanse of heaving waters. From the southward and eastwardlong, broad, oily swells were rolling in a formidable procession. Aseach one swept into the shallow water close to the shore it reareditself in a curving pinnacle of gray shot with green. Then it whitenedin a quivering, broken line along its crest, and rushing forward, hurleditself[Pg 1014] upon the beach in a crashing swirl of snowy foam. Not a breathof air was stirring. The atmosphere was damp and heavy, and it seemed toclog the lungs. Sounds along the shore were preternaturally clear in theintervals between the thunder-bu