1 She was rushing around on her heel into the wind.
2 Got rid of her pilots and running into San Francisco.
3 Her beam, or width, is twenty-three feet, and her length a little over ninety feet.
4 Johnson was telling me about her in a short chat I had with him during yesterday's second dog-watch.
5 He is said to have remarked, when he put them in, that he preferred turning her over to losing the sticks.
6 At this moment, as he opened his mouth to speak, puff after puff struck the schooner and pressed her side under.
7 A lead keel of fabulous but unknown weight makes her very stable, while she carries an immense spread of canvas.
8 Half the men forward are deep-water sailors, and their excuse is that they did not know anything about her or her captain.
9 Old Mother Nature's going to get up on her hind legs and howl for all that's in her, and it'll keep us jumping, Hump, to pull through with half our boats.
10 As she squared off more and more, escaping from the side pressure, she righted herself and broke her deck, like a whale's back, through the ocean surface.
11 Sometimes she would lift and send across some great wave, burying her starboard-rail from view, and covering her deck to the hatches with the boiling ocean.
12 The dead man was an episode that was past, an incident that was dropped, in a canvas covering with a sack of coal, while the ship sped along and her work went on.
13 Though the rest of her sails were gone, the jib, backed to windward, and the mainsail hauled down flat, were themselves holding, and holding her bow to the furious sea as well.
14 She was wrapped in a long ulster, for the morning was raw; and I could see nothing but her face and a mass of light brown hair escaping from under the seaman's cap on her head.
15 Then, and with black suddenness, the boat would shoot clear through the foaming crest, bow pointed to the sky, and the whole length of her bottom showing, wet and dark, till she seemed on end.
16 There would be a fleeting glimpse of the three men flinging water in frantic haste, when she would topple over and fall into the yawning valley, bow down and showing her full inside length to the stern upreared almost directly above the bow.
17 There is passion, adoration, in his eyes, and he goes about in a sort of trance, gazing in ecstasy at the swelling sails, the foaming wake, and the heave and the run of her over the liquid mountains that are moving with us in stately procession.
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