162 
CAPE COD. 
Highland Light bore all that night, and I was in no 
danger of being wrecked. Unlike the last, this was as 
still as a summer night. I thought as I lay there, half 
awake and half asleep, looking upward through the win¬ 
dow at the lights above my head, how many sleepless 
eyes from far out on the Ocean stream — mariners of all 
nations spinning their yarns through the various watches 
of the night — were directed toward my couch. 
