The Last Voyage of Martin Vallance by John Arthur Barry

And now the weather took a thoroughly settled sort of look--blue sea, blue sky, and the sun just hot enough to be grateful. A light but steady breeze blew from the southwest; and in place of the short choppy waves of the previous night was a long, oily, unbroken swell, over which we rode fairly dry, and showing two feet of a side, with, clear of the surface, a couple of stumpy outriggers, where the carpenter had cut down the tall legs of the pen when it came on board the Antelope.

The two lower ones were of course, under water.