R. M. Ballantyne,
The Coral Island: A Tale of the Pacific Ocean
“ It was evening before we left the island of the penguins. As we had made up our minds to encamp for the night on a small island, whereon grew a few cocoa-nut trees, which was about two miles off, we lay to our oars with some energy. But a danger was in store for us which we had not anticipated. The wind which had carried us so quickly to Penguin Island freshened as evening drew on to a stiff breeze, and before we had made half the distance to the small island, it became a regular gale. ”
