"Look at that! Hurrah! Up she comes!" Up "she"-- otherwise the sun--did come, rolling slowly above the mist-covered sea, red, swollen, huge, and sending blood-tinted rays through and through the haze to glorify the hull, sails, and rigging of the smart cutter, and make the faces of the man at the helm and the other watchers glow as with new health.
The effect was magical.

Just before all was cold and grey, and the clinging mist sent a shiver through those on deck; now, their eyes brightened with pleasure, as the very sight of the glowing orb seemed to have a warming--as it certainly had an enlivening--effect.
The great wreaths of mist yielded rapidly as the sun rose higher, the rays shooting through and through, making clear roads which flashed with light, and, as the clouds rolled away like the grey smoke of the sun's fire, the distant cliffs, which towered up steep and straight, like some titanic wall, came peering out now in patches bright with green and golden grey.
Archibald Raystoke--midshipman aboard His Majesty the king's cutter, stationed off the Freestone coast, to put a stop to the doings of a smuggler whose career the Government had thought it high time to notice--drew in a long breath, and forgot all about hunger and cold in the promise of a glorious day.
It was impossible to think of such trifling things in the full burst of so much beauty, for, as the sun rose higher, the sea, which had been blood-red and golden, began to turn of a vivid blue deeper than the clear sky overhead; the mist wreaths grew thinner and more transparent, and the pearly glistening foam, which followed the breaking of each wave at the foot of the mighty cliffs, added fresh beauty to the glorious scene.
"Look here, Dirty Dick," began the middy, who burst out into a hearty fit of laughter as he saw the broad-shouldered sailor give his face a rub with the back of his hands, and look at them one after the other.
"Does it come off, Dick ?" he said.
"Nay, sir; nothin' comes off," said the man dolefully.

"'Tis my natur too, but it seems werry hard to be called dirty, when you arn't." "There, I beg pardon, Dick, and I will not call you so any more." "Thankye, sir; I s'pose you mean it, but you'll let it out again soon as you forget." "No, I will not, Dick.

But, I say, look here: you are a cheat, though, are you not ?" "Me, sir?
No!" cried the man excitedly.
"I mean about the Lincolnshire coast.

Confess it isn't half so beautiful as this." "Oh, yes it is, sir.