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Title: Pictures of an inland sea
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Lambourne, Alfred
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Publisher: (Salt Lake City) : The Deseret News, Publishers
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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e here for love. 135 THE INLAND SEA At 4 a.m. we quitted the bay. Land andsea were but vaguely defined in a strugglebetween the moonlight and dawn. Our main-sail was double reefed, for we entertainedmisgivings of the weather outside. The windhad been dead to the north, and blowing hardall night. On our side the hill, the water wasquiet, but wake as often as we would, we heardthe crashing of waves as they broke in theopposite bay. Half a mile from the islandand we began to catch the wind; not so bois-terous at first, but enough to make my homefall rapidly astern. In a very short time, theGunnison appeared to be farther away thanStrongs Knob, six miles to the south, itsoutlines exceedingly grand. Soon, however, there was little time foradmiring the scene. Winds and waves in-increased until the latter would have tosseda good-sized ship. The point we desired tomake lay about twenty miles distant, some-what south of east, so that our course wasnearly along the trough of the sea, but in 136
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THE INLAND SEA order to quarter the waves, we directed ourcourse more northerly. With the waves already so high, and thewind increasing, anxious faces might havebeen seen on the yacht. Not but that weexpected to weather it through all right, butwhen it taxed the power of two strong mento manage the tiller of such a tiny craft,affairs were getting serious. Perhaps, asa landsman, I overestimated the danger,but still I believe that every man on boarddevoutly wished himself ashore; not in anycraven way—perish the thought!—not to haveevaded the danger then and there, and thushave missed its lesson, but wishing, rather,that we had fought it successfully through.All men, save born cowards, must know of thethrill, the secret sense of exultation, engen-dered sometimes in the presence of danger.To those who pass their lives in continuedsecurity, must sometimes come a longing, theknowledge of a sense not gratified. In thepresent case it might be argued, there wasno way of escape; true, but u

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