In many hearts hung dread of this voyage and rebellion against being forced to it.

But they had not to be lashed to the boats; they went with sailors' careless air and dignity.

By far the most went thus.

Even Fernando ceased his wailing and embarked.

The red light, or for danger or for rubies in which still might be danger, washed us all, washed the town, the folk and the sandy shore, and the boats that would take us out to the ships, small in themselves, and small by distance, riding there in the river-mouth like toys that have been made for children.
The hundred and twenty entered the boats.