William Hope Hodgson,
The Boats of the Glen Carrig — Chapter 5…
(1907)
“ And, apart from the way in which the boat met the seas, there was a very sense of terror in the air; the continuous roaring and howling of the storm; the screaming of the foam, as the frothy summits of the briny mountains hurled past us, and the wind that tore the breath out of our weak human throats, are things scarce to be conceived.Presently, we drew in our heads, the sun having vanished again, and nailed down the canvas once more, and so prepared for the night. ”
