It was exactly overhead, and that accounted for the violence of the
crashes, which were indeed so extreme that they sounded rather like the
splitting of enormous bodies of ice close to, than the flight of
electric bolts. The hatch lay open; I ran on deck, but scarce had passed
my head through the companion when down came a storm of hail, every
stone as big as a pigeon's egg, and in all my time I never heard a more
hellish clamour. There was not a breath of air. The hail fell in
straight lines, which the fierce near lightning flashed up into the
appearance of giant harp strings, on which the black hand of the night
was playing those heavy notes of thunder. I sat in the shelter of the
companion, very anxious and alarmed, for there was powder enough in the
hold to blow the ship into atoms; and the lightning played so
continuously and piercingly that it was like a hundred darts of fire,
violet, crimson, and sun-coloured, in the grasp of spirits who thrust at
the sea, all over its face, with swift movement of the arms, as though
searching for the schooner to spear her.
The hailstorm ceased as suddenly as it had burst. I stepped on to the
deck, and 'twas like treading on shingle. There was not the least motion
in the air, and the stagnation gave an almost supernatural character to
the thunder and lightning. The ocean was lighted up to its furthest
visible confines by the flames in the sky, and the repeated explosions
of thunder exceeded the roaring of the ordnance of a dozen squadrons in
hot fight. The ice-coast in the east, and the two score bergs in the
north and west leapt out of one hue into another; and were my days in
this world to exceed those of old Abraham, I should to my last breath
remember the solemn and terrible magnificence of that picture of
lightning-coloured ice, the sulphur-tinctured shapes of the swollen
bodies of clouds bringing their dark electric mines together in a
huddle, the answering flash of the face of the deep to the lancing of
each spiral dazzling bolt, with the air as still as the atmosphere of a
cathedral for the thunder to roll its echoes through.
There was a second furious shower of hail, and when that was over I
looked forth, and observed that the storm was settling into the
north-east, whence I concluded that what draught there might be up there
sat in the south-west. Nor was I mistaken; for half an hour after the
first of the outburst, by which time the lightning played weak and at
long intervals low down, and the thunder had ceased, I felt a crawling
of air coming out of the south-west, which presently briskened into a
small steady blowing. But not for long. It freshened yet and yet; the
wrinkles crisped into whiteness on the black heavings; they grew into
small surges with sharp cubbish snarlings preludious of the lion's
voice; and by ten o'clock it was blowing in strong squalls, the seas
rising, and the clouds sailing swiftly in smoke-coloured rags under the
stars.
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