Chapter 341 of 1964 · 64 words · ~1 min read

CIV.

The shore looked wild, without a trace of man, And girt by formidable waves; but they Were mad for land, and thus their course they ran, Though right ahead the roaring breakers lay: A reef between them also now began To show its boiling surf and bounding spray, But finding no place for their landing better, They ran the boat for shore,--and overset her.[145]