em--he's no more'n a ship
with a voice under the fore-hatch----"

I laughed at him as I asked, "And what's the matter with a ship like
that? Why shouldn't there be a voice under the fore-hatch, Dan?"

He lit his pipe behind the aft skylight, and then answered, as he
puffed clouds of smoke to the lee-side--

"Well, you see, sir, as there ain't nobody a-livin' in that perticler
place, you don't go for to look to hearin' of voices, or, in plain
lingo, there's something queer about it."

"And that's your opinion, Dan?"

"As true as this fog's a-liftin' to windward."

I looked as he jerked his thumb to port, and, sure enough, the curtain
of the fog was drawn up from the sea as the wind's wand scattered it.
Glorious and joy-giving the sun arose, and the whole horizon-bound
expanse of rolling, green water lay beneath us. There is something of
God in every daybreak, as most men admit, but I know nothing against
the glory of a morn upon the Atlantic for bringing home to a man the
delight in mere existence. The very sense of strength which the breeze
bears, the limitless deep green of the unmeasured seas, the great arch
of the zenith, the clear view of the sun's march, the purity and the
stillness and the mastery of it all, the consciousness of the puny
power of man, the mind message recalling the sublimity and the awe of
the unseen Power beyond--all these things impress you, move in you the
deepest thoughts, turn you from the little estimates of self as Nature
only can in the holiest of her moods, which are sought yet never found
in the cities. Nor can I ever welcome the breath of the great sea's
vigour and refuse to listen to her voice, which comes with so powerful
a message, even as a message from the great Unknown, whose hand
controls, and whose spirit is on, the waters.

The sound of a gun-shot to leeward awoke me from my thoughts. The fog
was yet lying there upon the sea, and for some while none of us,
expectant as we were, could discern aught. But, fearing that some
vessel lay in distress, we put the helm up and went half-speed for a
time. We had cruised thus for five minutes or more when a terrific
report burst upon our ears, and this time to the alarm of every man who
trod deck. For this second report was not that of a small gun such as
crippled ships may use, but the thunderous echoing of a great weapon
which a man-of-war only could carry.

The sound died away slowly; but in the same minute the fog lifted; and