1 duck and sat cross-legged on the streaming floor, vigorously putting it to rights with a couple of the hands.

By dinner I had fled the deck, and sat in the bench corner, giddy, dumb, and stupefied with terror.

The frightened leaps of the poor Norah Creina, spanking like a stag for bare existence, bruised me between the table and the berths.

Overhead, the wild huntsman of the storm passed continuously in one blare of mingled noises; screaming wind, straining timber, lashing rope's end, pounding block and bursting sea contributed; and I could have thought there was at times another, a more piercing, a more human note, that dominated all, like the wailing of an angel; I could have thought I knew the angel's name, and that his wings were black.

It seemed incredible that any creature of man's art could long endure the barbarous mishandling of the seas, kicked as the schooner was from mountain side to mountain side, beaten and blown upon and wrenched in every joint and sinew, like a child upon the rack.