The sight was horrible, and the whole vessel presented a spectacle of despair, which the stoutest heart could not withstand.

Fear had produced not only all the helplessness of despondency, but all the mischievous freaks of insanity.

In one place stood the captain, raving, stamping and tearing his hair in handfuls from his head.

Here some of the crew were upon their knees, clasping their hands and praying, with all the extravagance of horror depicted in their faces.

Others were flogging their images with might and main, calling upon them to allay the storm.