"That was Captain Mountz. He meant you well, Morris. You did quite
right to obey him."

Soon after this Ishmael went to his stateroom, took a volume of
Shakspeare, and then ensconsed himself in a corner of the saloon,
where he sat and read until dinner-time.

The progress of the steamer was very slow. The day passed heavily.
And again when night came everyone was glad to go to bed and to
sleep.




CHAPTER XXVII.

THE WRECK.

And ever the fitful gusts between
A sound came from the land;
It was the sound of the tramping surf,
On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.

The breakers were right beneath her bows,
She drifted a dreary wreck,
And a whooping billow swept the crew
Like icicles from her deck.

She struck where the white and fleecy waves