At that hour, there flashed into my mind the reason of the name that they were called.

For the noise of them seemed almost mirthful, as it out-topped the other noises of the night; or if not mirthful, yet instinct with a portentous joviality.

Nay, and it seemed even human.

As when savage men have drunk away their reason, and, discarding speech, bawl together in their madness by the hour; so, to my ears, these deadly breakers shouted by Aros in the night.
Arm in arm, and staggering against the wind, Rorie and I won every yard of ground with conscious effort.

We slipped on the wet sod, we fell together sprawling on the rocks.