PEER
When I left the country, I sailed by here;
And the dregs, says the proverb, hang in to the last.
[Spits, and gazes at the coast.]
In there, where the scaurs and the clefts lie blue,—
where the valleys, like trenches, gloom narrow and black,
and underneath, skirting the open fiords,—
it’s in places like these human beings abide.
[Looks at the CAPTAIN.]
They build far apart in this country.