Why, sir, one day it got so thick the sailors went to the bow an' caught it in their hands, jess like that!" He made a grab at the air.

"The captain had his little daughter aboard an' the gal went out on deck an' got lost an' we had to feel around in that fog nearly an hour afore we found her, an' then, sure as I'm a standin' here, she was next to drowned an' had to be treated jess like she had been under water." "How long ago was that ?" asked Tom, poking the other boys in the ribs.
"Seven years ago, this very summer." "I thought so, Bill, for that very summer I was at Fort Nosuch, in Lower California.

I remember that fog well.

One of the walls of the fort had fallen down and the commander was afraid the desperadoes were going to attack him.

So he had the soldiers go out, gather in the fog, and build another wall with it.