And yet, there was neither rolling nor pitching.

Yes, I felt myself carried off as though my bunk were the car of an air-balloon.

I was not mistaken, and I had fallen from dreamland into reality.
Crash succeeded crash overhead.

I could not account for them.

Inside my cabin the partitions deviated from the vertical in such a way as to make one believe that the _Halbrane_ had fallen over on her beam ends.