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‘
Nor
I
—
not
equal
to
it
,
’
he
replied
.
‘
That
’
s
wind
,
sir
.
There
’
ll
be
mischief
done
at
sea
,
I
expect
,
before
long
.
’
It
was
a
murky
confusion
—
here
and
there
blotted
with
a
colour
like
the
colour
of
the
smoke
from
damp
fuel
—
of
flying
clouds
,
tossed
up
into
most
remarkable
heaps
,
suggesting
greater
heights
in
the
clouds
than
there
were
depths
below
them
to
the
bottom
of
the
deepest
hollows
in
the
earth
,
through
which
the
wild
moon
seemed
to
plunge
headlong
,
as
if
,
in
a
dread
disturbance
of
the
laws
of
nature
,
she
had
lost
her
way
and
were
frightened
.
There
had
been
a
wind
all
day
;
and
it
was
rising
then
,
with
an
extraordinary
great
sound
.
In
another
hour
it
had
much
increased
,
and
the
sky
was
more
overcast
,
and
blew
hard
.
But
,
as
the
night
advanced
,
the
clouds
closing
in
and
densely
over
-
spreading
the
whole
sky
,
then
very
dark
,
it
came
on
to
blow
,
harder
and
harder
.
It
still
increased
,
until
our
horses
could
scarcely
face
the
wind
.
Many
times
,
in
the
dark
part
of
the
night
(
it
was
then
late
in
September
,
when
the
nights
were
not
short
)
,
the
leaders
turned
about
,
or
came
to
a
dead
stop
;
and
we
were
often
in
serious
apprehension
that
the
coach
would
be
blown
over
.
Sweeping
gusts
of
rain
came
up
before
this
storm
,
like
showers
of
steel
;
and
,
at
those
times
,
when
there
was
any
shelter
of
trees
or
lee
walls
to
be
got
,
we
were
fain
to
stop
,
in
a
sheer
impossibility
of
continuing
the
struggle
.
When
the
day
broke
,
it
blew
harder
and
harder
.
I
had
been
in
Yarmouth
when
the
seamen
said
it
blew
great
guns
,
but
I
had
never
known
the
like
of
this
,
or
anything
approaching
to
it
.
We
came
to
Ipswich
—
very
late
,
having
had
to
fight
every
inch
of
ground
since
we
were
ten
miles
out
of
London
;
and
found
a
cluster
of
people
in
the
market
-
place
,
who
had
risen
from
their
beds
in
the
night
,
fearful
of
falling
chimneys
.
Some
of
these
,
congregating
about
the
inn
-
yard
while
we
changed
horses
,
told
us
of
great
sheets
of
lead
having
been
ripped
off
a
high
church
-
tower
,
and
flung
into
a
by
-
street
,
which
they
then
blocked
up
.
Others
had
to
tell
of
country
people
,
coming
in
from
neighbouring
villages
,
who
had
seen
great
trees
lying
torn
out
of
the
earth
,
and
whole
ricks
scattered
about
the
roads
and
fields
.
Still
,
there
was
no
abatement
in
the
storm
,
but
it
blew
harder
.
As
we
struggled
on
,
nearer
and
nearer
to
the
sea
,
from
which
this
mighty
wind
was
blowing
dead
on
shore
,
its
force
became
more
and
more
terrific
.
Long
before
we
saw
the
sea
,
its
spray
was
on
our
lips
,
and
showered
salt
rain
upon
us
.
The
water
was
out
,
over
miles
and
miles
of
the
flat
country
adjacent
to
Yarmouth
;
and
every
sheet
and
puddle
lashed
its
banks
,
and
had
its
stress
of
little
breakers
setting
heavily
towards
us
.
When
we
came
within
sight
of
the
sea
,
the
waves
on
the
horizon
,
caught
at
intervals
above
the
rolling
abyss
,
were
like
glimpses
of
another
shore
with
towers
and
buildings
.
When
at
last
we
got
into
the
town
,
the
people
came
out
to
their
doors
,
all
aslant
,
and
with
streaming
hair
,
making
a
wonder
of
the
mail
that
had
come
through
such
a
night
.
I
put
up
at
the
old
inn
,
and
went
down
to
look
at
the
sea
;
staggering
along
the
street
,
which
was
strewn
with
sand
and
seaweed
,
and
with
flying
blotches
of
sea
-
foam
;
afraid
of
falling
slates
and
tiles
;
and
holding
by
people
I
met
,
at
angry
corners
.
Coming
near
the
beach
,
I
saw
,
not
only
the
boatmen
,
but
half
the
people
of
the
town
,
lurking
behind
buildings
;
some
,
now
and
then
braving
the
fury
of
the
storm
to
look
away
to
sea
,
and
blown
sheer
out
of
their
course
in
trying
to
get
zigzag
back
.
Joining
these
groups
,
I
found
bewailing
women
whose
husbands
were
away
in
herring
or
oyster
boats
,
which
there
was
too
much
reason
to
think
might
have
foundered
before
they
could
run
in
anywhere
for
safety
.
Grizzled
old
sailors
were
among
the
people
,
shaking
their
heads
,
as
they
looked
from
water
to
sky
,
and
muttering
to
one
another
;
ship
-
owners
,
excited
and
uneasy
;
children
,
huddling
together
,
and
peering
into
older
faces
;
even
stout
mariners
,
disturbed
and
anxious
,
levelling
their
glasses
at
the
sea
from
behind
places
of
shelter
,
as
if
they
were
surveying
an
enemy
.
The
tremendous
sea
itself
,
when
I
could
find
sufficient
pause
to
look
at
it
,
in
the
agitation
of
the
blinding
wind
,
the
flying
stones
and
sand
,
and
the
awful
noise
,
confounded
me
.
As
the
high
watery
walls
came
rolling
in
,
and
,
at
their
highest
,
tumbled
into
surf
,
they
looked
as
if
the
least
would
engulf
the
town
.
As
the
receding
wave
swept
back
with
a
hoarse
roar
,
it
seemed
to
scoop
out
deep
caves
in
the
beach
,
as
if
its
purpose
were
to
undermine
the
earth
.
