The first one was, I remember, that if the _Spray_ came through this danger I would dedicate my best energies to building a larger ship on her lines, which I hope yet to do.

Other promises, less easily kept, I should have made under protest.

However, the incident, which filled me with fear, was only one more test of the _Spray's_ seaworthiness.

It reassured me against rude Cape Horn.
From the time the great wave swept over the _Spray_ until she reached Cape Virgins nothing occurred to move a pulse and set blood in motion.
On the contrary, the weather became fine and the sea smooth and life tranquil.

The phenomenon of mirage frequently occurred.