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found walking little short of torture until we got to 

 windward of the sand dunes outside of the city, where 

 the air was clear, although the wind was so strong 

 that one had to creep on hands and knees. Crouching 

 in the lee of the great breakwater, we watched the tre- 

 mendous waves roll in ; vast walls of green and white, 

 which curved and broke twenty feet above the line of 

 jionderous masonry. Vessels would be shattered like 

 glass if they were near shore on the outside, and even 

 in the protected harbour all their anchors were needed. 

 When the waves reached the foot of the breakwater 

 the spray was hurled sixty feet or more into the air, 

 and the sound was like heavy thunder. Now^ and then 

 huge, handsomely mottled crabs were hurled, frantic- 

 ally kicking, through the air, over the breakwater, and 

 good-sized fish were twice dashed toward us. 



Other craft than the vessels were riding out the gale 

 near us — a trio of Brown Pelicans, facing up wind, 

 rising and falling on the waves inside the line of fury. 

 They floated upwards a few feet above the water, as 

 Ave approached, but the strength of the wind beat them 

 down again. The line of froth of the highest-reaching 

 wave on the beach was darkened with the bodies of 

 thousands of insects, victims of the storm — tiger 

 beetles and small moths predominating. Behind tiny 

 clumps of grass along the beach, hard-pressed birds 

 had sought safety, and, when forced out of their shel- 

 ters, half ran, half fluttered to the next bit of weeds. 



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