IN THE BAY.

Western Star, 31 March 1911, Page 4

IN THE BAY.

WHERE EVERY WAVE WAS A

CHIEFTAIN

For four sombre days, Sobering days, the weather grew darker and more morose, and smote us with more ponderable hulk. The farther we got down the Bay and out into the western ocean the higher the waters rose against us, for now we were in the very domain of the king of the winds, and every wave was a chieftain. Wc were alone there,, with our little lights at night.

The gods of the land forsook us. l l hc sky fell over us, and the waters flying past us showed over the mast head, mocking our unimportance ; and always in,our ears, and more at night than in daylight, was the shouting of the seas careering over our decks. Much of this subdues the spirit of the hardiest, and the reminiscences of my salted shipmates became blackedged. There was a day that was worse than all, and the magnitude and swiftness of the billows narrowed our outlook from the ship to the long slopes of the immediate hills. If one of them had hit us ——.

One did. Late that afternoon the officer of the watch saw the prince of the tribe coming, and jumped to the telegraph. That wave seemed to shut out the sky half-way to the zenith, and when it struck our ship she shuddered,, and stopped. It went over us.

When our brave sanctuary lifted out of it, cascades and fountains spouting, the windlass was shifted, ventilators had gone, some winches were sprung, and iron and been treated like paper. —Loudon "Leader.’