Capitolo 20
'We had a raw passage, but when we approached us to us to Head Horn, of the whole strong wind
what it ever blew in five-and-forty years that I have been to sea, me never
to saw one likes that. A night when the storm was to his maximum, when the
lightning, blue and vivid it seemed to surround us with an atmosphere of
you blaze, he dressed again wicker on bridge, pale and trembling declaring him was not able
is under, for it was there there a woman and child, while mocking him/it and
dancing in the shine of the lightning.' A moan of burst of horror from the
listeners. The cheek of the Earl lined up the text for a moment, then turned pale, but
he was immovable and impassive in to seem. The sailor threw a look to the
Earl from under his/her hairy eyebrows, and it proceeded.
'The sailors spoke together to angry whispers, some of them were for
throwing out it edge, and I had hard job to persuade them to go away
him to his/her Creator and his/her conscience; all of us felt however soon, the
to whine that it groans of a child, then hiccups suffocating sounds mixed with the
you storm as the voice of a woman in the agony of supplication, bitter mocking
laughter. I could not brake the men anymore, "we will free our art
from this Jonah", it told them, "the storm is expeditious for him." But the
revenge of the Almighty was more rapids of theirs, he had climbed the
arming--the sailor of stoutest that you/he/she is ever dealt with rope you/he/she could not have
passed the shrouds of futtoch in such storm, he still arrived to I top-plant with trees her/it
cross-trees, seizing himself/herself/itself to the top-brave tree he was standing, and in the
lightning we had seen his/her face, horrible with terror. There was a vivid
shine--it seemed to wind the tree in a blue sheet of flame, while everybody
around it was dark, we saw then him to us, a woman with a child in his/her arm,
being floating, as it seemed, on the wind, now going adrift toward him, now
turned on the gust to a distance. An awful sea struck us on
the ray to this moment, and every tree passed the axle. The strong wind