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ing her roll. In the midst of tremendous waves 

 she would lie an instant upon a level keel, motion- 

 less, then came a moderate pitch, the next deeper, 

 the plunge increasing till she seemed diving head- 

 first like a whale, then the level keel and quiet 

 again. We were in for twelve hours of this at the 

 shortest; possibly twenty, possibly a week. I 

 retired and was waked up by the stillness of the 

 ship, and waited for her to resume her regular 

 round of pitches, but she did not. The storm was 

 still going on, but we were under shelter of some 

 kind. The captain had found a lee-shore to creep 

 under. 



Vve stopped at Yukatat, but were somewhat glum 

 over missing St. Elias, Fairweather, and the gla- 

 ciers. However, we looked ahead. As evening 

 came on we were trying to get into Cross Sound. 

 It was a race between us and a visible fog bank. 

 If we got there first, then farewell to the ocean and 

 its fogs. We would see them no more. If the fog 

 got there first, then we would drift up and down on 

 the ocean for a day and a night probably, waiting 

 for it to lift. But we entered the narrow strait 

 with the fog close on our heels. 



