6o THE CALL OF THE SEA 



and again as she rolls (the wind now quartering) 

 the scuppers spout geyser-like and gurgle. . . . 

 The light leapt from crest to crest, and a little pale 

 yellow blossom of blown dawn peeped out of the 

 grey. Like a touch of fire it reanimated our 

 washed and reeling world ; we laughed as we 

 dropped down after our three hours' battle with 

 the demons of the air. It was morning. . . . 



Morley Roberts. 



