The aspect of the sky was bad, and extremely windy.

Besides, thick fogs covered it constantly.

Their stratum was even so deep that the sun was no longer seen, and it would have been difficult to indicate precisely the place of his setting and rising.
Dick Sand began to be anxious.

He no longer left the deck; he hardly slept.

However, his moral energy enabled him to drive back his fears to the bottom of his heart.
The next day, February 22d, the breeze appeared to decrease a little in the morning, but Dick Sand did not trust in it.