Chapter 9

"Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean--roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin--his control
Stops with the shore;--upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deeds, nor doth remain
A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown."

Byron.

That evening the sun set in clouds, though the eastern horizon was
comparatively clear. There was, however, an unnatural outline to objects,
by which their dimensions were increased, and in some degree rendered
indefinite. We do not know the reason why the wind at east should produce
these phenomena, nor do we remember ever to have met with any attempt at a
solution; but of the fact, we are certain, by years of observation. In
what is called 'easterly weather,' objects are seen through the medium of
a refraction that is entirely unknown in a clear north-wester; the crests
of the seas emit a luminous light that is far more apparent than at other
times; and the face of the ocean, at midnight, often wears the aspect of a
clouded day. The nerves, too, answer to this power of the eastern winds.
We have a barometer within that can tell when the wind is east without
looking abroad, and one that never errs. It is true that allusions are
often made to these peculiarities, but where are we to look for the
explanation? On the coast of America the sea-breeze comes from the rising
sun, while on that of Europe it blows from the land; but no difference in
these signs of its influence could we ever discover on account of this
marked distinction.

Roswell Gardiner found the scene greatly changed when he came on deck
next morning. The storm, which had been brewing so long, had come at last,
and the wind was blowing a little gale from south-east. The quarter from
which the air came had compelled the officer of the watch to haul up on
the larboard tack, or with the schooner's head to the southward and
westward; a course that might do for a few days, provided it did not blow
too heavily. The other tack would not have cleared the shoals, which
stretched away to a considerable distance to the eastward. Hazard had got
in his flying-jib, and had taken the bonnets off his foresail and jib, to
prevent the craft burying. He had also single-reefed his mainsail and
foretopsail. The Sea Lion, of the Vineyard, imitated each movement, and
was brought down precisely to the same canvass as her consort, and on the
same tack. At that moment the two vessels were not a cable's length
asunder, the Oyster Ponders being slightly to leeward. Their schooner,
however, had a trifling advantage in sailing when it