grew faint, our cheeks were pale, and our eyes were dim, for
there was but one hope, and that was to find some bay, and so get
in the lee of the land. We now gave up our whole souls to God.

The sea grew more and more rough, and its white foam would curl
and boil. At last the waves, in their wild sport, burst on the
boat's side, and we were all thrown out.

I could swim well, but the force of the waves made me lose my
breath too much to do so. At length one large wave took me to the
shore, and left me high and dry, though half dead with fear. I
got on my feet and made the best of my way for the land; but just
then the curve of a huge wave rose up as high as a hill, and this
I had no strength to keep from, so it took me back to the sea. I
did my best to float on the top, and held my breath to do so. The
next wave was quite as high, and shut me up in its bulk. I held
my hands down tight to my side, and then my head shot out at the
top of the waves. This gave me heart and breath too, and soon my
feet felt the ground.

I stood quite still for a short time, to let the sea run back
from me, and then I set off with all my might to the shore, but
yet the waves caught me, and twice more did they take me back,
and twice more land me on the shore. I thought the last wave
would have been the death of me, for it drove me on a piece of
rock, and with such force, as to leave me in a kind of swoon,
which, thank God, did not last long. At length, to my great joy,
I got up to the cliffs close to the shore, where I found some
grass, out of the reach of the sea. There, I sat down, safe on
land at last.