The Open Boat and Other Stories

s were of the hue of slate, save for the tops, which were of foaming white, and all of the men knew the colours of the sea. The horizo

de upon the sea. These waves were most wrongfully and barbarously abru

His sleeves were rolled over his fat forearms, and the two flaps of his unbuttoned vest dangled as he bent to bail out th

raised himself suddenly to keep clear of water that swirled in over

he other oar, watched the waves

down. The mind of the master of a vessel is rooted deep in the timbers of her, though he commanded for a day or a decade, and this captain had on him the stern impression of a scene in the greys of dawn of seven turned faces, and later a stump

le more south, B

th,' sir," said the

like a horse making at a fence outrageously high. 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, the foam racing down from

-foot dingey one can get an idea of the resources of the sea in the line of waves that is not probable to the average experience which is never at sea in a dingey. As each slaty wall of water approached, it shut all else from the view of the men in the b

the men in the boat had no time to see it, and if they had had leisure there were other things to occupy their minds. The sun swung steadily up the sky, and they knew it was broad day because the colour of the sea changed from s

aving station and a house of refuge. The cook had said: "There's a house of refuge just north of th

see us?" said th

w," said

understand them, they are only places where clothes and grub are st

hey do," sa

't," said the

yet, anyhow," said th

f refuge that I'm thinking of as being near Mosqui

yet," said the oi