His motion was necessarily slow, but it continued light, easy, and graceful.

After passing the entrance of the port a mile or more, he tacked and looked up toward the haven.

By this time, however, he had got so near in to the western cliffs, that their lee deprived him of all air; and, after keeping his canvas open half an hour in the little roads, it was all suddenly drawn to the yards, and the lugger anchored..