FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   23   24   25   26   27   28   29   30   31   32   33   34   35   36   37   38   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47  
48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   >>   >|  
e the two vessels had been lying nearly becalmed, so that we had not a very long pull before we were safely back on board our ship. For about five days we lie nearly idle, making very little progress, almost on the Line. The trade-winds have entirely left us. The heat is tremendous--130 deg. in the sun; and at midday, when the sun is right overhead, it is difficult to keep the deck. Towards evening the coolness is very pleasant; and when rain falls, as it can only fall in the tropics, we rush out to enjoy the bath. We assume the thinnest of _bizarre_ costumes, and stand still under the torrent, or vary the pleasure by emptying buckets over each other. We are now in lat. 0 deg. 22', close upon the Equator. Though our sails are set, we are not sailing, but only floating: indeed, we seem to be drifting. On looking round the horizon, I count no fewer than sixteen ships in sight, all in the same plight as ourselves. We are drawn together by an under-current or eddy, though scarcely a breath of wind is stirring. We did not, however, speak any of the ships, most of them being comparatively distant. We cross the Line about 8 P.M. on the twentieth day from Plymouth. We have certainly had a very fine run thus far, slow though our progress now is, for we are only going at the rate of about a mile an hour; but when we have got a little further south, we expect to get out of the tropical calms and catch the southeast trade-winds. On the day following, the 24th March, a breeze sprang up, and we made a run of 187 miles. We have now passed the greatest heat, and shortly expect cooler weather. Our spirits rise with the breeze, and we again begin to think of getting up some entertainments on board; for, though we have run some 4,800 miles from Plymouth, we have still some fifty days before us ere we expect to see Melbourne. One thing that strikes me much is the magnificence of the tropical sunsets. The clouds assume all sorts of fantastic shapes, and appear more solid and clearly defined than I have ever seen before. Towards evening they seem to float in colour--purple, pink, red, and yellow alternately--while the sky near the setting sun seems of a beautiful green, gradually melting into the blue sky above. The great clouds on the horizon look like mountains tipped with gold and fiery red. One of these sunsets was a wonderful sight. The sun went down into the sea between two enormous clouds--the only ones to be seen--and they
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   23   24   25   26   27   28   29   30   31   32   33   34   35   36   37   38   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47  
48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   >>   >|  



Top keywords:
expect
 
clouds
 
breeze
 

assume

 

sunsets

 
Towards
 
evening
 

Plymouth

 

horizon

 

tropical


progress

 
spirits
 

sprang

 

southeast

 
greatest
 

shortly

 

cooler

 

weather

 

passed

 

entertainments


melting

 

gradually

 

setting

 

beautiful

 

wonderful

 
mountains
 
tipped
 

alternately

 
yellow
 

strikes


magnificence

 

Melbourne

 

fantastic

 

shapes

 

colour

 
purple
 

defined

 

enormous

 

tropics

 

pleasant


difficult

 

coolness

 
pleasure
 

emptying

 

buckets

 
torrent
 
thinnest
 

bizarre

 

costumes

 
overhead