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Updated: June 9, 2025
When they emerged from the protection of the ledges on its eastern end they could see that the breeze had increased in force. Up to windward in the direction of Isle au Haut Bay occasional white-caps were breaking. Spurling stopped rowing and took a long look around.
The rain was lessening, too and although the seas continued to pound, and the wind to sough, the storm seemed to be ceasing. Presently Charley dozed off, and when he awakened, it was morning. His father already had left, for he was not in the bow under the canvas. Charley hastily crawled out, into sunshine and a wide expanse of blue under which a gray green ocean tossed its racing white-caps.
Jasper demanded. "Look," and Tom stretched out his long right arm, "ye kin just see it. There, it's plainer now." The only answer Jasper made was to give the boat a vigorous push from the shore, leap aboard, seize the wheel and order Tom to start the engine. In a few seconds they were cutting their way rapidly through the water straight for the big white-caps beyond.
Nothing that goes through, or ON, the water and the last is the phrase best suited to the floating of a bark canoe can ever be made to keep company with that feathery foam, which, under the several names of "white-caps" an in-shore and lubber's term "combs," "breaking of the seas," "the wash," etc., etc., glances by a vessel in a blow, or comes on board her even when she is running before it.
"Look at the water," responded Dave, pointing to the white-caps, which were running rather high for an inland stream. "Pooh! You're not afraid of a little foam on top of the water, are you?" demanded Foss. "The waves are running pretty high for the inches of freeboard that your boat has," remarked Darrin quietly. "And look at the sky to windward.
Bowlder thrust his big head through the sun-curtain behind him and continued the conversation: "See the White-Caps ain't got ye yet." "No, not yet." Harkless laughed. "Reckon the boys 'druther ye stayed in town after dark," the other called back; then, as the mare stumbled into a trot, "Well, come out and see us if ye kin spare time from the jedge's."
The prettiest among them is the spirit-duck, its motion is so beautiful, as it breasts the little billows, or glides through the still water. Their bosoms are so like the white-caps, I have to look for their little black heads, to see where they are.
The tide was hurrying up-stream and the wind was hurrying down-stream, and old Powhatan was much troubled. Gadabout rolled awkwardly among the white-caps but continued to make headway. Pocahontas, the big river steamer, was coming down-stream. We could see her making a landing at a wharf above us where a little mill puffed away and a barge was loading.
"In the South Pacific, yes," said the Captain grimly. "But we're in the South Atlantic, Mott." On the sixth day the barometer began to fall. The breeze stiffened. The sea became choppy, and white-caps danced fitfully over the greenish stretches, growing wilder and wilder under the whip of a flouting wind.
The storm was increasing, and it became evident that it was better to take the hazard of beaching the boat than go down in a hundred fathoms of water; so we ran in, with tall white-caps following, and I sat down in the stern-sheets and pointed her head-on to the shore. The instant the bow struck, a wave came over the stern that washed crew and cargo ashore, and saved a deal of trouble.
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