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35 On the Maiden Voyage of Francis Marion, Revolutionary War Hero The dog launched his body from the sinking ship, landing with a splash just a few yards away, and the six men in the open boat cheered as he swam to them. They saw him as a lucky omen. And what else? Unlike the men, he did not think about shore or anticipate need. He was no prophet. When Lykanos served human flesh to a god, some say he was turned into a wolf. Some say the world was flooded. In the boat, the sailors believed both. When hunger came like a pale rumor the dog tried to turn a deaf ear, but the air churned with it— there was nothing else to breathe. The men swore at the water, the heat, the cold, the dog and then stopped talking. On the third night, the mate —who had not been well—died. The first to notice was the dog. He licked the hand, cold as night. It was good. He moved to the sunburnt calf and sank his teeth in, gently. Despite the roar in his head the first bite caused, he ate delicately. But he could not stop the growl that blossomed in his throat, all gratitude for the Master who provides. ...

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