THE BREAKING OF THE STORM. THE BREAKING OF THE STORM. BY FRIEDRICH SPIELHAGEN. Translated from the German BY S. E. A. H. STEPHENSON. IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. I. LONDON: RICHARD BENTLEY AND SON. 1877. (_All Rights Reserved_.) THE BREAKING OF THE STORM. BOOK I. CHAPTER I. The weather had grown worse towards evening. The groups of navvies on their way to the new railroad at Sundin cowered closer together between the piled-up barrels, casks, and chests on the fore-deck, while the passengers had almost disappeared from the poop. Two elderly gentlemen who had been talking a good deal together during the journey now stood on the starboard side, looking at the island round which the steamer had to pass to the south-west, and whose level shores, sweeping in broad curves towards the promontory, appeared every moment more distinctly. "So that is Warnow?" "No. I beg your pardon, President--that is Ahlbeck, a fishing village, which is, however, on the Warnow estates. Warnow itself lies farther inland. You can just see the church tower over the edge of the dunes." The President dropped the eye-glass with which he had vainly searched for the tower. "You have sharp eyes, General, and are quick at finding out your bearings!" "I have only been there once, it is true," answered the General; "but since then I have had only too much cause for studying this line of coast on the map." The President smiled. "Yes, yes; it is classical ground," said he; "it has been long fought over--long and vainly." "And I am convinced that it was right that the struggle should be in vain: at least, that it should have only a negative result," said the General. "I am not sure that it will not be taken up again," answered the President. "Count Golm and Co. have been making immense efforts lately." "After you have so clearly proved that it is impossible that the railway should pay?" "And you that the harbour would be useless!" "Pardon me, President, the decision was not left to me: or, to speak more correctly, I declined to make it. The only place in the least suitable for the harbour would be just there, in the southernmost corner of the bay, protected by Wissow Head--that is to say, on the Warnow property. It is true that I am only a trustee for my sister's estates----" "I know, I know," interrupted the President; "old-fashioned Prussian honesty, which becomes over-scrupulous sometimes. Count Golm and Co. are less scrupulous." "So much the worse for them," said the General.