The dark spar of the bow-sprit rose and fell through it.

It seemed a good omen to be going toward the light.

Ere the sun met us on the sea, we were twelve miles out of Gloucester....
Kit had often complained that he had been unable to write up the account of our Katahdin expedition so well as he could have done had he known beforehand that it would have fallen to Jim to do.

At his suggestion, Raed, Wade, and myself, this morning, drew lots to sea who would be the historian of the present cruise.

The reader, doubtless, has already inferred which of us got the short lot.