The harbor was full of ships and boats of all sorts, some lying at the stone quays, others leaving port, others entering.
Galleys passed and repassed, and merchant ships with their clumsy sails, and small fishing-boats.

From afar arose the deep hum of a vast multitude and the low roar that always ascends from a popular city.
The galley hauled alongside her wharf, and we found ourselves at length in the mighty amir of the Kosekin.

The Kohen alone landed; the rest remained on board, and Almah and I with them.
Other galleys were here.

On the wharf workmen were moving about.

Just beyond were caverns that looked like warehouses.