I spent a day taking in wood and water; by the end of that time the weather was fine.

Then I sailed from the desolate place.
There is little more to be said concerning the _Spray's_ first passage through the strait that would differ from what I have already recorded.

She anchored and weighed many times, and beat many days against the current, with now and then a "slant" for a few miles, till finally she gained anchorage and shelter for the night at Port Tamar, with Cape Pillar in sight to the west.

Here I felt the throb of the great ocean that lay before me.

I knew now that I had put a world behind me, and that I was opening out another world ahead.