I wish that it had.

Oh! how I wish you could be convinced as I am, Horace!" Then we were silent for a long while, silent, with our eyes fixed upon the sky.
It was a stormy dawn.

Clouds in fantastic masses hung upon the ocean.
One of them was like a great mountain, and we watched it idly.

It changed its shape, the crest of it grew hollow like a crater.

From this crater sprang a projecting cloud, a rough pillar with a knob or lump resting on its top.