From Ploughshare to Pulpit by Gordon Stables

All that day the _musgo_ lasted. The night closed in early. It closed in so pitchy dark and gloomy, that even Captain D'Acre himself was fain to confess he had never seen anything to compare with it.

It lacked to some extent, however, the strange mystery associated with the deep silence of the black nights they had experienced in the straits. It was not silent to-night, for the head wind continued to blow, and great seas, houses high, rolled in from the west, making the motion of the vessel when tacking very disagreeable.