fell in avalanche beside her counter, and the water, that was more than

spray, swept round my ankles like a torrent. I was conscious of but

one strong desire, to bear myself decently in my terrors, and whatever

should happen to my life, preserve my character: as the captain said,

we are a queer kind of beasts. Breakfast time came, and I made shift

to swallow some hot tea. Then I must stagger below to take the time,

reading the chronometer with dizzy eyes, and marvelling the while what

value there could be in observations taken in a ship launched (as ours

then was) like a missile among flying seas. The forenoon dragged on in

a grinding monotony of peril; every spoke of the wheel a rash, but an

obliged experiment--rash as a forlorn hope, needful as the leap that

lands a fireman from a burning staircase. Noon was made; the captain

dined on his day's work, and I on watching him; and our place was

entered on the chart with a meticulous precision which seemed to me

half pitiful and half absurd, since the next eye to behold that sheet of

paper might be the eye of an exploring fish. One o'clock came, then two;

the captain gloomed and chafed, as he held to the coaming of the house,

and if ever I saw dormant murder in man's eye, it was in his. God help

the hand that should have disobeyed him.

Of a sudden, he turned towards the mate, who was doing his trick at the

wheel.

"Two points on the port bow," I heard him say. And he took the wheel

himself.

Johnson nodded, wiped his eyes with the back of his wet hand, watched a

chance as the vessel lunged up hill, and got to the main rigging, where

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