276 THE WALKS ABROAD OF 



All the sails were run up; the Albatross gently 

 yielded to the wind. The old sailor, with bent back 

 but attentive eye, took in one hand the rope of the 

 sheets, in the other the tiller. Then one after the 

 other, sailors, beach, the houses of Villers, began to 

 disappear, while afar off Cape Antifer vaguely dis- 

 played its huge white outlines. 



When they were fully out at sea, "You are not 

 sick," said Uncle Bob to his nephew. 



" Sick ! How could anyone be so in such weather ? 

 besides, I have not time to feel ill. There is too much 

 to see, and I am enjoying it all too much." 



And indeed they had a magnificent panorama 

 before their eyes. The Albatross was now traversing 

 the great roadstead of Havre. A whole flotilla of 

 vessels, with their furnaces half extinguished, or sails 

 half clewed up, were at anchor quietly waiting until 

 the tide was sufficiently full to permit them to enter 

 the port, something after the fashion of wearied 

 travellers, who with faces turned towards the desired 

 goal enjoy a moment of repose before completing the 

 last stage of their journey. 



Here and there were to be seen pilot boats, whose 

 full -spread sail appeared on the sky almost like a 

 bird on the wing ; large heavy fishing -boats, hauling 

 their nets, and whose stem, painted red, was reflected 

 on the trembling surface of the deep. On the right, 

 lighted up by the rosy rays of the sun, appeared the 



