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and she rose for it, she seemed like a horse making at a fence outrageously high.A singular disadvantage of the sea lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wave, you discover that there is another behind.The sun swung steadily up the sky, and they knew it was broad day because the color of the sea changed from slate to emerald- green, streaked with amber lights, and the foam was like tumbling snow.Then, after scornfully bumping a crest, she would slide and race and splash down a long incline.The manner of her scramble over these walls of water is a mystic thing, and moreover at the top of them were ordinarily these problems in white water.Their eyes must have glinted in strange ways as they gazed steadily astern.Viewed from a balcony, the whole thing would doubtlessly have been weirdly picturesque.The foam racing down from the summit of each wave required a new leap and a leap from the air.It would arrive bobbing and nodding in front of the next menace.

None of them knew the color of the sky.The injured captain, lying in the bow, was at this time buried in that profound dejection and indifference which comes, temporarily at least, to even the bravest and most enduring.The horizon narrowed and widened and dipped and rose, and at all times its edge was jagged with waves that seemed thrust up in points like rocks.His sleeves were rolled over his fat forearms, and the two flaps of his unbuttoned vest dangled as he bent to bail out the boat.These waves were most wrongfully and barbarously abrupt and tall, and each froth-top was a problem in small boat navigation.These waves were of the hue of slate, except for the tops, which were of foaming white, and all of the men knew the colors of the sea.The oiler, steering with one of the two oars in the boat, sometimes raised himself suddenly to keep clear of water that swirled in over the stern.Later a stump of a top-mast with a white ball on it that slashed to and fro at the waves went low and lower and down.Their eyes glanced level, and were fastened upon the waves that swept toward them.As he remarked it, he invariably gazed eastward over the broken sea. and she rose for it, she seemed like a horse making at a fence outrageously high.A singular disadvantage of the sea lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wave, you discover that there is another behind.The sun swung steadily up the sky, and they knew it was broad day because the color of the sea changed from slate to emerald- green, streaked with amber lights, and the foam was like tumbling snow.Then, after scornfully bumping a crest, she would slide and race and splash down a long incline.The manner of her scramble over these walls of water is a mystic thing, and moreover at the top of them were ordinarily these problems in white water.Their eyes must have glinted in strange ways as they gazed steadily astern.Viewed from a balcony, the whole thing would doubtlessly have been weirdly picturesque.The foam racing down from the summit of each wave required a new leap and a leap from the air.It would arrive bobbing and nodding in front of the next menace.