Then they came to the brink and heard all the notes of which the chords of its more distant music had been composed, the gasping sob of the under tow, the rush of the lifting wave as it upreared itself high, the silken break of its foam, the crash of drums with which it fell, the dash of wave against wave, and the cry of the foremost waves that bemoaned themselves prostrate upon the beach.
The cart, with its little company, turned into the narrow strip of dark damp sand that the tide had already left bare.

Here the footing was much firmer, and the wind struck them obliquely.

The hardy pony broke into its natural pace, a moderate trot.

In spite of this pace, the progress they made was not very swift, and it was already four by the clock.
O'Shea climbed to his place on the front of the cart; the boy sprang down and ran to warm himself, clapping his gloved hands as he ran.

It was not long before Caius clambered into his straw seat again, and, sitting, watched the wonder of the waves.