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Then suddenly, as if growing weary of its frantic exertions, the wind began to lessen its fury and by degrees to die down. THEN SUDDENLY AS IF GROWING WEARY OF ITS FRANTIC EXERTIONS THE WIND BEGAN TO LESSEN THIS FURY AND BY DEGREES TO DIE DOWN
g sea. Above the deafening tumult of the raging waves, I heard my father's voice. "Be courageous, my son," he shouted, "Odin is the god of the waters, the companion of the brave, and he is with us. Fear not." To me it seemed there was no possibility of our escaping a horrible death. The little sloop was shipping water, the snow was falling so fast as to be blinding, and the waves were tumbling over our counters in reckless white-sprayed fury. There was no telling what instant we should be dashed against some drifting ice-pack. The tremendous swells would heave us up to the very peaks of mountainous waves, then plunge us down into the depths of the sea's trough as if our fishing-sloop were a fragile shell. Gigantic white-capped waves, like veritable walls, fenced us in, fore and aft. This terrible nerve-racking ordeal, with its nameless horrors of suspense and agony of fear indescribable, continued for more than three hours, and all the time we were being driven forward at fierce speed. AVE BEEN SWEPT INTO THE LASHING SEA ABOVE THE DEAFENING TUMULT OF THE RAGING WAVES I HEARD MY FATHER'S VOICE BE COURAGEOUS MY SON HE SHOUTED ODIN IS THE GOD OF THE WATERS THE COMPANION OF THE BRAVE AND HE IS WITH US FEAR NOT TO ME IT SEEMED THERE WAS NO POSSIBILITY OF OUR ESCAPING A HORRIBLE DEATH THE LITTLE SLOOP WAS SHIPPING WATER THE SNOW WAS FALLING SO FAST AS TO BE BLINDING AND THE WAVES WERE TUMBLING OVER OUR COUNTERS IN RECKLESS WHITE SPRAYED FURY THERE WAS NO TELLING WHAT INSTANT WE SHOULD BE DASHED AGAINST SOME DRIFTING ICE PACK THE TREMENDOUS SWELLS WOULD HEAVE US UP TO THE VERY PEAKS OF MOUNTAINOUS WAVES THEN PLUNGE US DOWN INTO THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA'S TROUGH AS IF OUR FISHING SLOPE WERE A FRAGILE SHELL GIGANTIC WHITE CAPPED WAVES LIKE VERITABLE WALLS FENCED US IN FAR AND AFT THIS TERRIBLE NERVE RACKING ORDEAL WITH ITS NAMELESS HORRORS OF SUSPENSE AND AGONY OF FEAR INDESCRIBABLE CONTINUED FOR MORE THAN THREE HOURS AND ALL THE TIME WE WERE BEING DRIVEN FORWARD AT FIERCE SPEED
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