...as the day wore on I watched the birds all flying in one direction, and said, Land lies there.

Remember, Lord, my ship is small and thy sea is so wide!

Now, it it well known that one cannot step on a tack without saying something about it.

The days pass happily with me wherever my ship sails.

On this day there was soon wind enough and to spare. The same might have been said of the sea. The Spray was in the midst of the turbulent Gulf Stream itself. She was jumping like a porpoise over the uneasy waves

Anyhow, a philosophical turn of thought now was not amiss, else one's patience would have given out almost at the harbour entrance. The term of her probation was eight days.

I was born in the breezes, and I had studied the sea as perhaps few men have studied it, neglecting all else.