I 'ALL TOGETHER, BOYS !' 31 



First comes the busy scuffle of the lop, an almost 

 continuous washing noise; then, as the wind rises 

 and the sea makes, each wave and the rattle of its 

 undertow gradually detaches itself from the gen- 

 eral confusion of waters, until finally, at high tide, 

 the thud of great breakers shaking the shore with 

 their weight dwarfs the uproar between them 

 almost to the similitude of silence, and keeps the 

 ear for ever on a stretch of anticipation. 



Then it is that the wind seems to be coming to 

 us from right round the globe. Our bay ceases to 

 be our boundary. We live no longer inhabitants 

 of our one little spot. The same wind and waves 

 that dare us to leave the beach, lest we lose boats 

 or gear, make us, in feeling. Inhabitants of the 

 whole wide world. Hence the pov/er, at such 

 times, of the one phrase. All together, hoys! For 

 we, a handful of men, concerning ourselves deeply 

 in small matters, are brought face to face with the 

 boundless. 



