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Show Page 19 "Can you not smell it?" he asked, looking down upon us. "Smell what, sir?" Anne asked, she never being one to lose her tongue in any situation. "On your feet!" thundered Richard Kean. We obeyed immediately, not even stopping to question his right to order us about, so astonished were we by his command. His hands upon our shoulders, he spun us into the wind. "Now do you smell it?" he asked, his voice low. Yet could I sense the excitement in that voice, excitement he could scarce control. I breathed, pulling air deep into my chest, all the while searching for the elusive odor Richard had sensed upon the wind. "I can smell it!" I cried at last. "Oh yes," echoed Anne. "I can smell it also!" "And what do you smell, ladies?" Richard asked, though this time his voice did not thunder. Anne and I answered as one. "Land! I smell land!" ******************** May 16. 1620 For the past few days seagulls have been hovering about the ship and we have smelled the fresh breath of pine upon the |