Remember, Lord, My Ship Is Small And

About Midnight The Fog Shut Down Again Denser Than Before. One Could Almost "stand On It." It Continued So For A Number Of Days, The Wind Increasing To A Gale. The Waves Rose High, But I Had A Good Ship. Still, In The Dismal Fog I Felt Myself Drifting Into Loneliness, An Insect On The Straw In The Midst Of The Elements.

...as The Day Wore On I Watched The Birds All Flying In One Direction, And Said, Land Lies There.

I Once Knew A Writer Who, After Saying Beautiful Things About The Sea, Passed Through A Pacific Hurricane, And He Became A Changed Man.

Nothing Escapes The Vigilance Of The New South Wales Police; Their Reputation Is Known The World Over.

To Be Taken Into Account Were Some Years Of Schooling, Where I Studied With Diligence Neptune's Laws, And These Laws I Tried To Obey When I Sailed Overseas; It Was Worth The While.