The Dark Star

"Pig-dogs of British," he muttered in his golden beard, "you may go

and dive for them when The Day dawns."

Then he filled and lighted a handsome porcelain pipe, and puffed it

with stolid satisfaction, leaving the pepper-box silver cover open.

"Der Tag," he muttered in his golden beard; and his clear eyes swept

the starlit ocean with the pensive and terrifying scrutiny of a

waiting eagle.