Ishmael, 1972
Collograph on paper
AND I ONLY AM ESCAPED ALONE TO TELL THEE. Job. The dramas done. Why then here does any one step forth?Because one did survive the wreck. . . . Buoyed up by that coffin, for almost one whole day and night, I floated on a soft and dirge-like main. The unharming sharks, they glided by as if with padlocks on their mouths; the savage sea-hawks sailed with sheathed beaks. On the second day, a sail drew near, nearer, and picked me up at last. It was the devious-cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search after her missing children, only found another orphan. FINIS Ch. 135, Epilogue


