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Long
surges
succeeded
each
other
without
,
as
yet
,
being
dashed
together
.
However
,
they
were
higher
than
the
force
of
the
wind
accounted
for
.
One
must
conclude
from
that
,
that
there
was
very
bad
weather
in
the
west
,
perhaps
at
a
rather
short
distance
,
and
that
it
would
not
be
long
in
reaching
these
parts
.
Negoro
watched
that
vast
extent
of
sea
,
which
was
greatly
troubled
,
around
the
"
Pilgrim
.
"
Then
his
eyes
,
always
cold
and
dry
,
turned
toward
the
sky
.
The
aspect
of
the
sky
was
disturbing
.
The
vapors
moved
with
very
different
velocities
.
The
clouds
of
the
upper
zone
traveled
more
rapidly
than
those
of
the
low
strata
of
the
atmosphere
.
The
case
then
must
be
foreseen
,
in
which
those
heavy
masses
would
fall
,
and
might
change
into
a
tempest
,
perhaps
a
hurricane
,
what
was
yet
only
a
very
stiff
breeze
--
that
is
to
say
,
a
displacement
of
the
air
at
the
rate
of
forty-three
miles
an
hour
.
Whether
Negoro
was
not
a
man
to
be
frightened
,
or
whether
he
understood
nothing
of
the
threats
of
the
weather
,
he
did
not
appear
to
be
affected
.
However
,
an
evil
smile
glided
over
his
lips
.
One
would
say
,
at
the
end
of
his
observations
,
that
this
state
of
things
was
rather
calculated
to
please
him
than
to
displease
him
.
One
moment
he
mounted
on
the
bowsprit
and
crawled
as
far
as
the
ropes
,
so
as
to
extend
his
range
of
vision
,
as
if
he
were
seeking
some
indication
on
the
horizon
.
Then
he
descended
again
,
and
tranquilly
,
without
having
pronounced
a
single
word
,
without
having
made
a
gesture
,
he
regained
the
crew
's
quarters
.
Meanwhile
,
in
the
midst
of
all
these
fearful
conjunctions
,
there
remained
one
happy
circumstance
which
each
one
on
board
ought
to
remember
;
it
was
that
this
wind
,
violent
as
it
was
or
might
become
,
was
favorable
,
and
that
the
"
Pilgrim
"
seemed
to
be
rapidly
making
the
American
coast
.
If
,
indeed
,
the
weather
did
not
turn
to
tempest
,
this
navigation
would
continue
to
be
accomplished
without
great
danger
,
and
the
veritable
perils
would
only
spring
up
when
the
question
would
be
to
land
on
some
badly
ascertained
point
of
the
coast
.
That
was
indeed
what
Dick
Sand
was
already
asking
himself
.
When
he
should
once
make
the
land
,
how
should
he
act
,
if
he
did
not
encounter
some
pilot
,
some
one
who
knew
the
coast
?
In
case
the
bad
weather
should
oblige
him
to
seek
a
port
of
refuge
,
what
should
he
do
,
because
that
coast
was
to
him
absolutely
unknown
?
Indeed
,
he
had
not
yet
to
trouble
himself
with
that
contingency
.
However
,
when
the
hour
should
come
,
he
would
be
obliged
to
adopt
some
plan
.
Well
,
Dick
Sand
adopted
one
.
During
the
thirteen
days
which
elapsed
,
from
the
24th
of
February
to
the
9th
of
March
,
the
state
of
the
atmosphere
did
not
change
in
any
perceptible
manner
.
The
sky
was
always
loaded
with
heavy
fogs
.
For
a
few
hours
the
wind
went
down
,
then
it
began
to
blow
again
with
the
same
force
.
Two
or
three
times
the
barometer
rose
again
,
but
its
oscillation
,
comprising
a
dozen
lines
,
was
too
sudden
to
announce
a
change
of
weather
and
a
return
of
more
manageable
winds
.
Besides
the
barometrical
column
fell
again
almost
immediately
,
and
nothing
could
inspire
any
hope
of
the
end
of
that
bad
weather
within
a
short
period
.
Terrible
storms
burst
forth
also
,
which
very
seriously
disturbed
Dick
Sand
.
Two
or
three
times
the
lightning
struck
the
waves
only
a
few
cable-lengths
from
the
ship
.
Then
the
rain
fell
in
torrents
,
and
made
those
whirlpools
of
half
condensed
vapors
,
which
surrounded
the
"
Pilgrim
"
with
a
thick
mist
.
For
entire
hours
the
man
at
the
lookout
saw
nothing
,
and
the
ship
sailed
at
random
.
Even
though
the
ship
,
although
resting
firmly
on
the
waves
,
was
horribly
shaken
,
Mrs.
