comfort are as true for us as they were for him.
Allen & I had a stroll onto the prow of the ship last night just before turning in. The picture there presenting itself possessed more of awe and majesty than otherwise.
The sky had a gleam like newly cut lead except where the last rays of the setting sun glowed behind the clouds like molten silver.
The sea was smooth & dull except where our prow cut it insunder, and there the phosphorescent foam shone like snow on a sunlit mountain-side and all along the ships side could be