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Gigantic white capped waves, like veritable walls, fenced us in, fore and aft. GIGANTIC WHITE CAPPED WAVES LIKE VERITABLE WALLS FENCED US IN FAR AND AFT
 fastened with long screws to a crossbeam. Most of our provisions, however, were tumbled out and swept away from the deck of the cuddy, and had we not taken the precaution at the very beginning to tie ourselves firmly to the masts of the sloop, we should have 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-sloop were a fragile shell.  OUR COPPICE HAD BEEN FASTENED WITH THE LONG SCREWS TO A CROSS BEAM MOST OF OUR PROVISIONS HOWEVER WERE TUMBLED OUT AND SWEPT AWAY FROM THE DECK OF THE CUDDY AND HAD WE NOT TAKEN THE PRECAUTION AT THE VERY BEGINNING TO TIE OURSELVES FIRMLY TO THE MASTS OF THE SLOPE WE SHOULD HAVE 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
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