My Ship Was Also In Better Condition

As For Myself, The Wonderful Sea Charmed Me From The First.

To Young Men Contemplating A Voyage I Would Say Go. The Tales Of Rough Usage Are For The Most Part Exaggerations, As Also Are The Tales Of Sea Danger. To Face The Elements Is, To Be Sure, No Light Matter When The Sea Is In Its Grandest Mood. You Must Then Know The Sea, And Know That You Know It, And Not Forget That It Was Made To Be Sailed Over.

About Midnight The Fog Shut Down Again Denser Than Before. One Could Almost "stand On It." It Continued So For A Number Of Days, The Wind Increasing To A Gale. The Waves Rose High, But I Had A Good Ship. Still, In The Dismal Fog I Felt Myself Drifting Into Loneliness, An Insect On The Straw In The Midst Of The Elements.

Remember, Lord, My Ship Is Small And Thy Sea Is So Wide!

...as The Day Wore On I Watched The Birds All Flying In One Direction, And Said, Land Lies There.