We made terribly heavy weather of it, though the gale was not enough to have been in any way perilous for a well-found ship.

We had to bale every four hours or so, and at that time we learned that Gerda knew how to steer.

Very brave and bright was she through it all, and maybe that is the one pleasant thing to look back on in all that voyage.

We rigged the sail of the boat across the sharp, high gunwales of the stern as some sort of shelter for her, and she was content.
It was on the morning of the fourth day when we had at last a sight of land.

Right ahead of us, across the tumbling seas, showed the dim, green tops of mountains, half lost in the drifting rain.