At length she got into seven fathoms water, and the wind lulling, and the night coming on, cast anchor.

With the darkness their anxieties increased.

The wind whistled, the sea roared, the gloom was only broken by the ghastly glare of the foaming breakers, the minds of the seamen were full of dreary apprehensions, and some of them fancied they heard the cries of their lost comrades mingling with the uproar of the elements.

For a time, too, the rapidly ebbing tide threatened to sweep them from their precarious anchorage.

At length the reflux of the tide, and the springing up of the wind, enabled them to quit their dangerous situation and take shelter in a small bay within Cape Disappointment, where they rode in safety during the residue of a stormy night, and enjoyed a brief interval of refreshing sleep.
With the light of day returned their cares and anxieties.