““Salem" In salem seasick spindrift drifts or skips to the canvas flapping on the seaward panes until the knitting sailor stabs at ships nosing like sheep of Morpheus through his brain's asylum. Seaman, seaman, how the draft lashes the oily slick about your head, beating up whitecaps! Seaman, Charon's raft dumps its damned goods into the harbor-bed,-- There sewage sickens the rebellious seas. Remember, seaman, Salem fisherman Once hung their nimble fleets on the Great Banks. Where was it that New England bred the men who quartered the Leviathan's fat flanks and fought the British Lion to his knees?””
