They were swallowed up in blackness, and she lost sight of them and of the great seas that forever beat and churn about their stony feet; nor except in dreams, did she again set her eyes upon their measureless solitude.
The Night arose in strength and shook a golden dew of stars from the tresses of her streaming clouds, till the wonderful deep heavens sparkled with a myriad gemmy points.

The west wind going on his way sung his wild chant amongst the cordage, and rushed among the sails as with a rush of wings.

The ship leant over like a maiden shrinking from a kiss, then, shivering, fled away, leaping from billow to billow as they rose and tossed their white arms about her, fain to drag her down and hold her to ocean's heaving breast.
The rigging tautened, and the huge sails flapped in thunder as the Harpoon sped upon her course, and all around was greatness and the present majesty of power.

Augusta looked aloft and sighed, she knew not why.

The swift blood of youth coursed through her veins, and she rejoiced exceedingly that life and all its possibilities yet lay before her.