Francis Lynde, Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 7 (1923)
“ By sunset the sea had gone down and the wind, which had blown freshly out of the northwest all day, began to die away, drop ping to a dead calm shortly after dark to usher in a night of sweltering heat. Like the salamanders they were Dorgan and Brill elected to sleep in the cabin bunks and the Minorcans, European-peasantwise, shut themselves in the dog hole of a forecastle. ”
