They were never taken off their feet.

They never shrank away from a splash of spray or heavier bulk of down-falling water.

They had fed on different food, were informed with a different spirit, were of iron in contrast with the poor miserables they drove to their bidding.
In the afternoon I dozed for half-an-hour in one of the big chairs in the cabin.

Had it not been for the violent motion of the ship I could have slept there for hours, for the hives did not trouble.

Captain West, stretched out on the cabin sofa, his feet in carpet slippers, slept enviably.