"Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,
'Twas sad as sad could be,
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea.
"All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody sun at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand
No bigger than the moon.
"Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
"Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink."
CHAPTER VI.
THE WATER-SPOUT.
Well! one morning when we were only a few leagues off the West Coast of
Africa, to the South of the Cape Verd Islands, we thought we were going
to have just such a calm as the poet has described. There had been a
violent storm during the night, but every breath of wind had died away,
and left a long sleepy swell upon the sea.
About nine o'clock, we noticed a cloud rising, or rather seeming to
form, at some distance from us, and just below it a white spot of foam
appeared on the surface of the water, and the waves raged over a little
round space in a way that made me feel I don't know how, for I had
never seen such a thing before. The cloud grew blacker and blacker, and
presently seemed to move down towards the sea and swell out in the same
direction, as if to provoke the waves below, which seemed straining up
towards it.
[Illustration: PLATE XIII.
WATER SPOUTS]
There suddenly seemed to grow out of the middle of the spot of waves,
a complete pillar of water of a tapering shape, and at the same moment
the lower part of the cloud seemed to condense and turn to water, and
shot downwards in a cone to meet it. They united and formed one pillar,
almost as distinct as if it had been of ice instead of water. You will
see a correct representation of this in the picture.
The size at the base must have been very large, not less than 250 feet
in diameter, but it tapered off so much that at the middle it was not
more than three or four feet. Above the middle it increased in size,
and its solidity seemed to get gradually less till it ended in a great
black cloud. Its height might have been about 700 feet.
Its form changed considerably. It generally seemed as if it was
composed of water sucked upwards in a spiral direction, and looked
almost like a great cable; but now and then it looked like a simple
hollow tube.
Sometimes it inclined a little one way, and then another; and sometimes
it was very considerably bent, and then suddenly straightened itself
again.
When the ship was nearest to it, we heard a noise from it like the
rushing of a waterfall, and before it was over, heavy rain came on with
lightning, but no thunder. The wind all the time was very unsteady,
though it was not violent.
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