THE wind's will 



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make a watery atmosphere that shuts dovm 

 upon the sea at short range. Overhead there 

 is a gray turmoil of torn clouds and all around 

 is the pitch and toss of the wind-driven water. 

 Its color is generally steel-gray or olive with 

 foam- white for the high lights; but in the 

 break of the wave on the ridges and in the 

 swash of the water against the ship's side there 

 are wonderful greens churned into being — 

 beryl-greens, emerald-greens, bottle-greens. 



Very striking are these colors in storm; and 

 yet they are rather overlooked, forgotten, in the 

 wail of the wind through the rigging, the drive 

 of spray, and, above all, the forms and move- 

 ments of the waves. All varieties of rolling, 

 tumbling, tossing waves are hero — long lines of 

 the foam-crested roller, sharp edges of the rag- 

 ged cross wave, great banks of water that push 

 but never break, spiteful caps that break but 

 never push, waves upon the backs of waves, lone 

 waves, double waves, thin waves, wild waves. 

 There are never two of them quite alike. And 

 the continuous untiring volley of them ! The 

 wonderful movement and restless energy of 

 them ! The curling, twisting, writhing beauty 

 of them ! They are always graceful. The elas- 

 ticity of the material makes it impossible for 

 them to lack in flowing line or want in just 



Color of 

 water in 

 storm. 



Forms of 

 the waves. 



The grace 

 of waves in 

 motion. 



