But over-confidence, I believe, was the cause of the disaster to the liner _Atlantic_, and many more like her.

The captain knew too well where he was.

There were no porpoises at all skipping along with the _Olympia_! Porpoises always prefer sailing-ships.

The captain was a young man, I observed, and had before him, I hope, a good record.
Land ho! On the morning of July 19 a mystic dome like a mountain of silver stood alone in the sea ahead.

Although the land was completely hidden by the white, glistening haze that shone in the sun like polished silver, I felt quite sure that it was Flores Island.