"Ay, ay, captain, for the Lively Bee has a glorious work to do."
"Heaven grant you are right, Tempest, for she is the pride of my heart."
The waves dashed over her deck; the thunders roared like ten thousand parks of artillery; and men who had only used the name of the Creator in blasphemy prayed to Him for succor and safety.
[CHAPTER VI.]
STORM AT SEA.
"The wind
Increased at night until it blew a gale;
And though 'twas not much to a naval mind,
Some landsmen would have looked a little pale.
The wind blew still more fresh; as it grew late
A squall came on, and some guns broke loose;
A gust—which all descriptive power transcends,
Laid with one blast the ship on her beam-ends."
There was something sublime in Harry Vernon's declaration: