A ship, which had not yet risen above the horizon, showed itself in the distance, but the rigging was turned upside down; the masts were below, the hull above.

This is called the ship of death, and when it is seen people are sure of bad weather and shipwreck.

Later, about midday, it began to blow, and in an hour's time we had a regular tempest.

The sea growled quite charmingly; we travelled on between sand-hills--they resemble hills and dales in winter time, but here it is not snow which melts away; here never grows a single green blade; a black stake stands up here and there, and these are rudders from wrecks, the histories of which are unknown.

In the afternoon arose a storm such as I had experienced when riding with the man between the sand-hills.