An indescribable feeling of loneliness came over him.

Once his paddle was wrenched from his hand by a heavy sea, but he fortunately recovered it.

At times a great wave would completely submerge him.

Then he would shoot to the crest where he would have time to breathe before he was again hurled down a sloping mass of water that seemed to him fully a hundred feet to the bottom.

During this terrible ordeal, he has since confessed that he firmly believed that his last hour had come.