Chapter 12 CHAPTER V.

DARKNESS.

"The busy deck is hushed, no sounds are waking

But the watch pacing silently and slow;

The waves against the sides incessant breaking,

And rope and canvas swaying to and fro.

The topmost sail, it seems like some dim pinnacle

Cresting a shadowy tower amid the air;

While red and fitful gleams come from the binnacle,