The wind came dancing and whistling up the channel to replace the beautiful silence with a music more beautiful still . Had it not been for the baleful star on the white tower that early walk would have been a delight to Anne and Gilbert . But they went softly with fear . Their knock was not responded to . Gilbert opened the door and they went in . The old room was very quiet . On the table were the remnants of the little evening feast . The lamp still burned on the corner stand . The First Mate was asleep in a square of sunshine by the sofa . Captain Jim lay on the sofa , with his hands clasped over the life-book , open at the last page , lying on his breast . His eyes were closed and on his face was a look of the most perfect peace and happiness -- the look of one who has long sought and found at last . `` He is asleep ? '' whispered Anne tremulously . Gilbert went to the sofa and bent over him for a few moments . Then he straightened up . `` Yes , he sleeps -- well , '' he added quietly . `` Anne , Captain Jim has crossed the bar . '' They could not know precisely at what hour he had died , but Anne always believed that he had had his wish , and went out when the morning came across the gulf . Out on that shining tide his spirit drifted , over the sunrise sea of pearl and silver , to the haven where lost Margaret waited , beyond the storms and calms . CHAPTER 40 FAREWELL TO THE HOUSE OF DREAMS Captain Jim was buried in the little over-harbor graveyard , very near to the spot where the wee white lady slept .
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