It was land ...

but so far away! For two days they wandered over the moving crests and gloomy valleys of the blue desert.

Several times Ferragut collapsed in mortal lethargy, with his feet in the water filling the bottom of the boat.

The birds of the sea were tracing spirals around this floating hearse, following it with vigorous strokes of the wing, and uttering croakings of death.

The waves raised themselves slowly and sluggishly over the boat's edge as though wishing to contemplate with their sea-green eyes this medley of white and dark bodies.