It seemed impossible that so frail a bark could stand the fury of the waves.

Destruction was inevitable, and I was expecting to see the usual signs of grief and despair--wondering, too, how these rowers would preserve their subordination.

But I had forgotten in my excitement the strange nature of the Kosekin.

Instead of terror there was joy, instead of wild despair there was peace and serene delight.
The lightning-flashes revealed a wonderful scene.

There were all the rowers, each one upon his seat, and from them all there came forth a chant which was full of triumph, like a song of public welcome to some great national hero, or a song of joy over victory.