Rarefield Corpses 3

An Outcast of the Islands:

---meditation a slow drifting heavily this time going out of his way of that sordid shipwreck the rough, friendly voice a fleeting relief back to the beginning, the end free from the friendly grasp...

Typhoon 

---the exact counterpart of his mind to suggest times ashore perceived of blue fair from temple to temple in a clamp as of fluffy silk, carroty flaming a growth of the line while fiery metallic gleams passed over the surface 

Typee 

---at sea out of sight after the scorching sun on the billows of the wide-rolling sky and nothing else 

The Pilot 

---war, disease,the casualties of hazardous inroads, the places of the dead supplied by strangers,sad changes I cherish once lived in honest growing pride 

Voyage of the Paper Canoe 

on the cold, drizzly morning the same craft, the landing of the river to escort me down, misgivings upon entering her for the first time, quickly dispelled passed the Laureates nearly shells, all paper, length, beam, depth, height, thickness fitted with spruce on such a miniature soon discarded 

The Inland Voyage 

about sundown in a wide, luminous curve a faint mist lay the distances, not a sound but meadows and the hill, gardens deserted as one feels in a silent garden, a cheery stir ribboned our hearts