Christy Bartel’s Reviews > Two Years Before the Mast: A Sailor's Life at Sea > Status Update

Pg 369 “The horizon met the sea in a defined line. A painter could not have painted so clear a sky. There was not a speck upon it. Yet it was blowing great guns from the north-west. When you can see a cloud to windward, you feel that there is a place for the wind to come from; but here it seemed to come from nowhere.”