Max Pemberton,
The Sea Wolves — IV. THE LAST VOYAGE OP THE TUG "ADMIRAL"
(1901)
“ That hour, so superb in its breath of strength, so life-giving to him who rises from long sleep, was an hour of new fear to those that remained in the shambles of the tug. As the sun rose it seemed to lighten the face of the dead man, who lay as he had fallen, with a hideous, ghastly glare upon him, so that the crew, coming with a new courage a little way aft, shrunk back and implored to be set free, or cried out that they would all be taken, yet feared to touch the dread thing and send it to the sea, which engulfs the dead in so sure a resting-place. ”
