Ain't eat nuthin' fer quite a spell.

Ah'll be back afore yer 'round de point yonder." I was alone at the wheel, the sloop in my control, and somehow as I stood there, grasping those spokes, the swift boat leaping forward through the water, leaning recklessly over before the force of the wind, the numbing sense of helpless servitude left me in a new return of manhood and responsibility.

It was a scene of exhilaration, the sun, still partially obscured by misty clouds already well down in the western sky, with the tossing waves of the Bay foam-crested.

The distant headlands appeared spectral and gray through the vapor, while the waters beyond took on the tint of purple shadows.

The _Adele_ responded to the helm gallantly, the spreading canvas above standing out like a board, a broad wake of white foam spreading far astern.