"Good evening, sir," I cried; "I'm glad to see you." Many a long talk since then I have had with the man in the moon; he had my confidence on the voyage.
About midnight the fog shut down again denser than ever before.

One could almost "stand on it." It continued so for a number of days, the wind increasing to a gale.

The waves rose high, but I had a good ship.
Still, in the dismal fog I felt myself drifting into loneliness, an insect on a straw in the midst of the elements.

I lashed the helm, and my vessel held her course, and while she sailed I slept.
During these days a feeling of awe crept over me.

My memory worked with startling power.