Ralph Stock, South of the Line — The Habit of the Sea (1922)
“ Landon turned on his heel. "All right," he said. "Stand by to hoist the squaresail." Herriott obeyed with compressed lips, and presently the Pioneer was racing homeward before a following gale. At the wheel it was soul-racking work. The gray hills of water had grown to mountains, up which the little craft was lifted as by a giant hand and flung reeling into the valley beyond. Combers, seemingly out of the sky, hung over her and broke as by a miracle, astern. It was fatal for the helmsman to look behind him. In the history of the sea more than one has been shot for so doing. ”
