times just graze the [ ] with their feet or the wave tips with the tips of their wings. How unlike the reeling [woebegone] [beings] [aboard] dying at a good table. [Their] feeding in fresh unchanged health are the storm waves where is their home their nest bed when weary. The [wind] [beaten] cold surf beaten rocks. Well done Nature! But here is a stile grander & more striking exuberance of rare warm life in the storm & in this howling waste of water. A half dozen whales baring their backs above the waves & spouting lustily. Their plunging down home warm always. & with [tossing]
themselves out of the water in hundreds in pure lusty strength & hilarity a school of porpoises they leap around the spouting whales & come all in the same direction keeping the ship company. What an outburst of life. A storm of life. [fifty acres] [ ] of fishes. [whitening] the waves all move as one. Glad to learn that I have such noble neighbors - friends, fellow citizens of the [one one] grand [land and seas] [ ] [republic] commonwealth of the universe. [They too are] humans like the rest of us making a living as best they can & [rejoicing] in the good things [given]
Original journal dimensions: 9 x 14.5 cm.
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