Oh, dear! She was so tired.
It demanded a physical effort to constantly shove away an unseen force that tried to push you over.

How funny that a big cloud should travel up against the wind! And so, amidst confused wonderment, she lapsed into an uneasy slumber, her last sentient thought being a quiet thankfulness that the screw went thud-thud, thud-thud with such firm determination.
After the course was changed and the _Sirdar_ bore away towards the south-west, the commander consulted the barometer each half-hour.
The tell-tale mercury had sunk over two inches in twelve hours.

The abnormally low pressure quickly created dense clouds which enhanced the melancholy darkness of the gale.
For many minutes together the bows of the ship were not visible.
Masthead and sidelights were obscured by the pelting scud.

The engines thrust the vessel forward like a lance into the vitals of the storm.
Wind and wave gushed out of the vortex with impotent fury.
At last, soon after midnight, the barometer showed a slight upward movement.

At 1.30 a.m.the change became pronounced; simultaneously the wind swung round a point to the westward.
Then Captain Ross smiled wearily.