The fore course was shaken out, and the ship filled away again, plunging madly into the savage waves.
On Sunday morning, the gale had entirely subsided; but the wind still came from the same quarter, and the weather was cloudy.

The sea had abated its fury, though the billows still rolled high, and the ship had an ugly motion.

During the night, the reefs had been turned out of the topsails; the jib, flying-jib, and spanker had been set, and the Young America was making a course east-south-east.
"Sail ho!" shouted one of the crew on the top-gallant forecastle, after the forenoon watch was set.
"Where away ?" demanded the officer of the deck.
"Over the lee bow, sir," was the report which came through the officers on duty.
The report created a sensation, as it always does When a sail is seen; for one who has not spent days and weeks on the broad expanse of waters, can form only an inadequate idea of the companionship which those in one ship feel for those in another, even while they are miles apart.

Though the crew of the Young America had been shut out from society only about three days, they had already begun to realize this craving for association--this desire to see other people and be conscious of their existence.
After the severe gale through which they had just passed, this sentiment was stronger than it would have been under other circumstances.

The ocean had been lashed into unwonted fury by the mad winds.