I watched light after light sink astern as I sailed into the unbounded sea, till Sambro, the last of them all, was below the horizon.

The _Spray_ was then alone, and sailing on, she held her course.

July 4, at 6 A.M., I put in double reefs, and at 8:30 A.M.turned out all reefs.

At 9:40 P.M.I raised the sheen only of the light on the west end of Sable Island, which may also be called the Island of Tragedies.
The fog, which till this moment had held off, now lowered over the sea like a pall.

I was in a world of fog, shut off from the universe.