Sir Wycherly, in the name of Scotland, I thank you.

But what an extr'ornary (for so admirals pronounced the word a hundred years ago) scene this is, hey! Atwood?
Many a time have I seen the hulls of ships when their spars were hid in the fog; but I do not remember ever to have seen before, sixteen sets of masts and sails moving about on vapour, without a single hull to uphold them.

The tops of all the two-decked ships are as plainly to be seen, as if the air were without a particle of vapour, while all below the cat-harpings is hid in a cloud as thick as the smoke of battle.

I do not half like Bluewater's standing in so far; perhaps, Mr.
Dutton, they cannot see the cliffs, for I assure you we did not, until quite close under them.

We went altogether by the lead, the masters feeling their way like so many blind beggars!" "We always keep that nine-pounder loaded, Sir Gervaise," returned the master, "in order to warn vessels when they are getting near enough in; and if Mr.Wychecombe, who is younger than I, will run to the house and light this match, I will prime, and we may give 'em warning where they are, in less than a minute." The admiral gave a ready assent to this proposition, and the respective parties immediately set about putting it in execution.