It seemed to wash away old regrets.
All my troubles were now astern; summer was ahead; all the world was again before me.

The wind was even literally fair.

My "trick" at the wheel was now up, and it was 5 p.m.I had stood at the helm since eleven o'clock the morning before, or thirty hours.
Then was the time to uncover my head, for I sailed alone with God.

The vast ocean was again around me, and the horizon was unbroken by land.
A few days later the _Spray_ was under full sail, and I saw her for the first time with a jigger spread, This was indeed a small incident, but it was the incident following a triumph.

The wind was still southwest, but it had moderated, and roaring seas had turned to gossiping waves that rippled and pattered against her sides as she rolled among them, delighted with their story.