At last, well satisfied that the boat would ride out the moderate blow, Harriet entered the cabin and extinguishing the lamp prepared for bed, leaving only the solitary anchor light outside to dispel the gloom.
As the night went on, the seas grew with it.

Great swells were sweeping into the cove, and the "Red Rover" was at times rolling heavily.

Once in the night Harriet got up and staggered out through the rear door, whence she made her way to the upper deck.

From there, with the spray dashing over her, she gazed off over the water.

The moon had come up, and she could see fairly well; some light being furnished by it, though heavy clouds intervened.