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Before noon the wind veer'd to North-West, and we endeavour'd to turn through between Pulo Pare and Wapping Island. Sunday, 30th. After making a short trip to the North-East, we tacked, and weather'd Pulo Pare, and stood in for the Main, having the wind at North-West, a fresh breeze.
If I hae sinned, hae I not suffered? Hae I had a day's peace or an hour's rest since these lang wet locks of hair first lay upon my pillow at Craigburnfoot? Has not my house been burned, wi' my bairn in the cradle? Have not my boats been wrecked, when a' others weather'd the gale? Have not a' that were near and dear to me dree'd penance for my sin? Has not the fire had its share o' them the winds had their part the sea had her part? And oh!" she added, with a lengthened groan, looking first upwards towards Heaven, and then bending her eyes on the floor "O that the earth would take her part, that's been lang lang wearying to be joined to it!"
"Old man is as blue as a whetstone," commented Jackson Hines, "an' I don't blame him. This weather'd make a man mad enough to eat the devil with his horns left on." By and by it got to be a case of looking on the bright side of the affair from pure reaction. "I don't know," said Radway, "it won't be so bad after all.
We then Edged away South-West, 4 Miles more, but finding still Shoal Water we brought too, and call'd the Boats on board by Signal, hoisted them in, and then hauld off close upon a wind, being at this time about 3 or 4 Miles from the Land. The Yawl found only 3 fathoms water in the place where I sent her to sound, which place I weather'd about 1/2 a mile.
If I hae sinned, hae I not suffered? Hae I had a day's peace or an hour's rest since these lang wet locks of hair first lay upon my pillow at Craigburnfoot? Has not my house been burned, wi' my bairn in the cradle? Have not my boats been wrecked, when a' others weather'd the gale? Have not a' that were near and dear to me dree'd penance for my sin? Has not the fire had its share o' them the winds had their part the sea had her part? And oh!" she added, with a lengthened groan, looking first upwards towards Heaven, and then bending her eyes on the floor "O that the earth would take her part, that's been lang lang wearying to be joined to it!"
"Weather forecast, I suppose," remarked Malkiel, laconically. "How did you know that?" "The easiest kind, sir, the number one beginner's prophecy. Capricornus used to tell Madame what the weather'd be as soon as he could talk. But go on, sir, go on, I beg." The Prophet began to feel rather less like Isaiah, but he continued, with some determination,
At 7 A.M. weighed, with the wind at West-South-West, and stood to the North-West, and weather'd Wapping Island, having the current in our favour. Monday, 31st. At 1 P.M. the wind veer'd to the Northward; we tack and stood to the Westward, and weather'd Pulo Baby.
Many points weather'd, many perilous ones, At last a harbour opens; but therein Sunk rocks they need fine steering much it is To be nor mad, nor bigot have a mind Nor let Priests' talk, or dream of worlds to be, Miscolour things about her sudden touches For him, or him sunk rocks; no passionate faith But if let be balance and compromise; Brave, wary, sane to the heart of her a Tudor School'd by the shadow of death a Boleyn, too, Glancing across the Tudor not so well."
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