We were like good comrades, and we grew better comrades as the days went by.
One thing about her which surprised me was her lack of timidity and fear.
The terrible sea, the frail boat, the storms, the suffering, the strangeness and isolation of the situation,--all that should have frightened a robust woman,--seemed to make no impression upon her who had known life only in its most sheltered and consummately artificial aspects, and who was herself all fire and dew and mist, sublimated spirit, all that was soft and tender and clinging in woman.

And yet I am wrong.

She _was_ timid and afraid, but she possessed courage.

The flesh and the qualms of the flesh she was heir to, but the flesh bore heavily only on the flesh.

And she was spirit, first and always spirit, etherealized essence of life, calm as her calm eyes, and sure of permanence in the changing order of the universe.
Came days of storm, days and nights of storm, when the ocean menaced us with its roaring whiteness, and the wind smote our struggling boat with a Titan's buffets.