I was in mid ocean, somewhere between England and America, that I knew; but this geographical fact was by no means soothing to one in my circumstances.

The sky grew dark, the hollows filled with black uncanny shadows, the waves got higher, and a cold wind blew round my head; nothing was to be seen but the dusky red of the sky and the rolling waters." "Horrible!" cried Anton.
"It was a moment when no priest in the world could have prevented a poor human being from wishing himself a pike, or some such creature.

I knew by the sky where the land lay.

Now came the question, which was stronger--the current or my arm?
I began a deadly struggle with the treacherous ocean deities.

I should not have done much by such swimming as they teach in schools.