She hears a voice we cannot hear.

It says only three words, Mr.Hatton, three words we cannot hear, but a great calm follows them." "And the three words are-- ?" "_Peace! Be still_!" Then John Hatton looked with a quick understanding into his Captain's face, and answered with a confident smile, "O Saxon Sailor thou hast had with thee, The Sailor of the Lake of Galilee." "I hope, and I believe so, sir.

I have been in big storms, and _felt_ it." "I got a glimpse of you in a flash of lightning that I shall never forget, Captain Cook.

You were standing by the wheel, tightening your hat on your head; your feet were firm on the rolling deck, and you were searching the thickest of the storm with a cheerful, confident face.

Do you like a storm ?" "Well, sir, smooth sea-sailing is no great pleasure.