William Hope Hodgson,
Through the Vortex of a Cyclone
(1907)
“ I glanced at the Mate, and smiled, for it seemed to me a good omen; but he shook his head, as one who should say: 'It is no good omen, but a sign of something worse coming.' That he was right in refusing to be assured I had speedy proof, for within ten minutes the sun had vanished, and the clouds seemed to be right down upon our mast-heads, great bellying webs of black vapour that seemed almost to mingle with the flying clouds of foam and spray. The wind appeared to gain strength minute by minute, rising into an abominable scream, so piercing at times as to seem to pain the ear-drums. ”
