He was asleep in a short time and he dreamed of Africa when he was a boy
and the long golden beaches and the white beaches, so white they hurt
your eyes, and the high capes and the great brown mountains. He lived
along that coast now every night and in his dreams he heard the surf
roar and saw the native boats come riding through it. He smelled the tar
and oakum of the deck as he slept and he smelled the smell of Africa
that the land breeze brought at morning.
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