1 Rain-squalls were driving in between, and I could scarcely see the fog.
2 The fog was gone, and in its place the sun sparkled crisply on the surface of the water.
3 The danger lay in the heavy fog which blanketed the bay, and of which, as a landsman, I had little apprehension.
4 The vessel seemed to go off at a tangent to its former course and leapt almost instantly from view into the fog.
5 Our own whistle was blowing hoarsely, and from time to time the sound of other whistles came to us from out of the fog.
6 From out of the fog came the mournful tolling of a bell, and I could see the pilot turning the wheel with great rapidity.
7 As the sounds of the ship thrusting herself through the waves were hurled back upon us by the fog, so were one's thoughts.
8 A day of clear weather might follow, or three days or four, and then the fog would settle down upon us, seemingly thicker than ever.
9 I felt quite amused at his unwarranted choler, and while he stumped indignantly up and down I fell to dwelling upon the romance of the fog.
10 The captain had thrust his head and shoulders out of the pilot-house, and was staring intently into the fog as though by sheer force of will he could penetrate it.
11 We had scarcely filled away, it seemed, when the fog thinned abruptly and we were again in the sunshine, the wide-stretching sea breaking before us to the sky-line.
12 The shrill little whistle, like the chirping of a cricket amid the cries of great beasts, shot through the fog from more to the side and swiftly grew faint and fainter.
13 The fog seemed to break away as though split by a wedge, and the bow of a steamboat emerged, trailing fog-wreaths on either side like seaweed on the snout of Leviathan.
14 In fact, I remember the placid exaltation with which I took up my position on the forward upper deck, directly beneath the pilot-house, and allowed the mystery of the fog to lay hold of my imagination.
15 When I aroused, it was as after centuries of time; and I saw, almost above me and emerging from the fog, the bow of a vessel, and three triangular sails, each shrewdly lapping the other and filled with wind.
16 I could see the vessel being swallowed up in the fog; I saw the back of the man at the wheel, and the head of the other man turning, slowly turning, as his gaze struck the water and casually lifted along it toward me.
17 He disappeared one morning in the encircling fog with his two men, and we never saw them again, though it was not many days when we learned that they had passed from schooner to schooner until they finally regained their own.
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