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Updated: May 26, 2025
In the meanwhile, probably, the breeze has come on, and there has been half-an-hour's lively fishing curl; and you wake just in time to see the last ripple of it sneaking off at the other side of the lake, leaving all as dead-calm as before.
Thereafter the engines were stopped, and the dead-calm that followed, that feeling of unnatural quietude to which we have referred elsewhere, did more perhaps to arouse all the sleepers, readers, and dreamers on board, than if a cannon had been fired.
The bright blue sky, too, and the fiery sun are the same, and so are those magnificent "rollers," which, rising, one scarce can tell when or where, out of a dead-calm sea, stand up for a few seconds like liquid walls, and then rush up the beach with a magnificent roar.
So as Costobarus' gaze wandered he did not see far above that heap of striped garments in his garden walk, fixed like an enchanted thing, moveless, dead-calm, a great desert vulture poised in air. Presently another and yet another materialized out of the blue, growing larger as they fell down to the level of their fellow. Slowly the three swooped down over the heap on the garden walk.
"It is a gorgeous, tropical night, not a cloud or feather of one; a big moon, and dead-calm sea; just a slight, even roll; we have sat over pipes after tea, chatting of old days, and present things, and the mysterious future, sitting right aft on the poop, with the moonlit wake creaming astern."
Deep, deep, deep in Eva's eyes I saw a craft sighting, 'neath a cloudless azure sky, the dark blue Symplegades; heard in my ears the jargon, loud and near me, of the sailors; and faintly o'er the distance of the dead-calm sea rose intermittently the sound of brine-foam at the clashing rocks....
Beyond spread the dark steely mirror of the dead-calm sea. Rosamund could scarcely breathe in the intensity of her suspense. She set a hand upon the arm of Sakr-el-Bahr. "Shall we elude them, after all?" she asked in a trembling whisper. "I pray that we may not," he answered, muttering. "But this is the handiwork I feared. Look!" he added sharply, and pointed. They had shot clear to the headland.
He frequently bumped me with his head in getting up; I, not unfrequently, put a foot upon his nose, or toes, in getting down. What can I say about the sea that has not been said over and over again in days of old? This, however, is worthy of record, that we passed the famous Bay of Biscay in a dead-calm.
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