A flock of sheep, moving in a dense woolly mass, came down a gangway; squealing pigs occupied a bay across the piles of goods.

The front of the shed was open and in places one saw a faint reflection that looked like water.

Opposite Barbara, the gap between the low roof and dock-sill was filled by a deckhouse and a steamer's funnel.

Steam blew across the opening farther on, and in the vapor bales and boxes shot up and rattling chains plunged down.

Through the roar of the winches she heard coarse shouts and the bellowing of cattle.
Lister took her to a slanting plank that spanned a dark gulf and she saw dim water and then the hollow of a steamer's hold.