Hylas and the Nymphs

Hylas and the Nymphs
jesus christ on the cross
klimt painting the kiss
leonardo da vinci self portrait
Larsen's other hand reached up and clutched the edge of the scuttle. The mass swung clear of the ladder, the men still clinging to their escaping foe. They began to drop off, to be brushed off against the sharp edge of the scuttle, to be knocked off by the legs, which were now kicking powerfully. Leach was the last to go, falling sheer back from the top of the scuttle and striking on head and shoulders upon his sprawling mates. Larsen and the lantern disappeared, and we were left in darkness. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡CHAPTER FIFTEEN. ¡¡¡¡THERE WAS A DEAL OF CURSING and groaning as the men at the bottom of the ladder crawled to their feet. ¡¡¡¡'Somebody strike a light; my thumb's out of joint,' said one of the men, Parsons, a swarthy, saturnine man, steerer in Standish's boat, in which Harrison was puller. ¡¡¡¡'You'll find it knockin' about by the bitts,' Leach said, sitting down on the edge of the bunk in which I was concealed.