I crowded on sail to cross the track of the liners without loss of time, and to reach as soon as possible the friendly Gulf Stream.

The fog lifting before night, I was afforded a look at the sun just as it was touching the sea.

I watched it go down and out of sight.

Then I turned my face eastward, and there, apparently at the very end of the bowsprit, was the smiling full moon rising out of the sea.

Neptune himself coming over the bows could not have startled me more.