Bits of it were broken off and put in the bumper, and held over the fire.

The water thus obtained and cooled with ice was not salt exactly.

Still it was not, as has sometimes been affirmed, pure fresh water, by any means: it had a brackish taste.
The weather, which had been clear during the day thus far, began to foul toward evening.

It was now after six.

The wind had veered to the south-west.