[Parkhurst Boys by Talbot Baines Reed]@TWC D-Link bookParkhurst Boys CHAPTER FIVE 2/26
In the distance they leapt savagely at the base of the now lowering headlands, and fought madly over the hidden rocks and sands.
They sent their sleet and foam-flakes before them, blinding us where we stood on the cliff-top; they seethed and boiled in the hollows of the rocks, and over the river bar they dashed and plunged till far up the stream their fury scarcely spent itself. At such times no ship or boat ventured willingly into Colveston Bay; or if it did, it rarely, if ever, left it again. But such times were rare--very rare with us.
Indeed, I had been months at Parkhurst before I witnessed a real storm, and months again before I saw another.
So that my acquaintance with the bay was almost altogether connected with its milder aspects, and as such it appeared both fascinating and tempting. It was on a beautiful August holiday morning that four of us were lounging lazily in a boat down at the bar mouth, looking out into the bay and watching the progress of a little fishing smack, which was skipping lightly over the bright waves in the direction of Shargle Head. Her sails gleamed in the sunlight, and she herself skimmed so lightly across the waters, and bounded so merrily through their sparkling ripples, that she seemed more like a fairy craft than a real yacht of boards and canvas.
"I'd give a good deal to be in her!" exclaimed Hall, one of our party, a sea captain's son, to whom on all nautical matters we accorded the amplest deference.
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